Page 80 of Mistletoe Mischief

Pike shot Ryler a quizzical look, his eyebrow arched. What was she doing? They’d just agreed to cross the line, and now she wanted to move out of the room?

“No, that’s fine. I was just wondering,” she said.

“Alright, then,” Doc said, crossing his arms. “I hope the two of you get some rest.” Doc pointed his finger at Pike. “Stop letting girls push you in waterfalls to get my attention. If you want to come visit, just make the drive.”

Pike laughed. “Will do.”

“It was nice to meet you,” Doc said to Ryler.

“You, too,” Ryler said.

Doc left the restaurant, and the waiter came back with Pike’s card and the receipt. Pike signed the receipt and set it aside.

“Ready to go?” Pike asked.

“Absolutely,” Ryler said.

They got up from the table, and Pike placed his hand on the small of Ryler’s back, guiding her out the door. As they climbed the stairs, Pike’s heartbeat kicked up the closer they got to the room. This was the moment of truth, whether their next few moments would be spent in pleasure or fizzle out.

When they were standing outside the door, Pike stuck the key in and twisted it to the side. It released with a telltale click, and he’d no more than pushed the door open, when Ryler grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragged him in after her.

Pike kicked the door closed seconds before Ryler wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face down to hers. Their mouths melted in a passionate fusion, tongues tangling and circling. Pike’s hands gripped her lower back, sliding down over her round ass and squeezing her cheeks. Ryler gasped against his mouth before opening hers wider, and he deepened the kiss, loving her eager thrusts and parries against his.

Pike let her push him back toward the bed, and when the backs of his knees hit the side, he sat down. Ryler followed him, straddling his lap without breaking their contact, and he closed his eyes at the warmth of her pussy branding his cock through their jeans. Pike reached up, tangling his hands in her hair, and he pulled her ponytail holder out in one quick pull.

Ryler broke their kiss with a gasp. “Ow! Gentle! My hair is attached to my head.”

“Sorry,” Pike said, massaging the back of her head with his fingertips, tracing the lines of her neck to her shoulders, when his fingers dug in there.

Ryler moaned, her head falling back. “Oh my god, that feels amazing.”

Pike leaned forward, kissing the lines of her throat as he kneaded her muscles, working his way down her arms and around to her back. When he reached the area above her ass, his mouth trailed kisses along the column of her throat and down until he encountered the collar of her T-shirt.

“We have got to get some of these clothes off,” Pike said.

“I thought we were just coming up here to kiss,” Ryler teased.

Pike tangled his fist in her hair, his mouth gently connecting with her jaw. “Is that all you want Ryler?” he whispered against her skin. “Do you just want me to kiss you?”

Pike’s hands gripped the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted it up, dragging it over her stomach, exposing her gorgeous body inch by inch. She stretched her arms above her head, making it easier for him to divest her of her T-shirt. When she sat before him in just her bra, her full breasts nearly overflowing the cups, Pike licked his lips in anticipation.

“Mmm, beautiful.”

He dropped his mouth to her collarbone, showering her skin with light kisses. “Is this all you were looking for?” he asked. “Do you just want me to kiss you here?”

“No,” Ryler murmured, and his mouth drifted lower, his lips caressing the curves of her breast.

“Should I stop here?” he asked.

He felt her move and watched as she reached behind her and undid her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. To his surprise, she cupped her breast, her thumb gliding over the nipple.

“I think you should keep going,” she said.

“Do you now?” He reached out and covered her right breast with his hand, squeezing the soft flesh. With his other hand, he pulled her hair slightly, and she followed his lead, leaning back to give him better access to her left nipple. Pike sucked the hard peak in his mouth, tonguing it with quick strokes.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Yes.”

Pike continued to squeeze her breast, increasing the pressure as his mouth sucked her nipple deeper. Afraid the pressure would be too much, he let off, but she whispered, “Harder.”