Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 92336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I took a small box from him. “Donut holes. Great. Those weren’t on the list.”
“No. But I couldn’t resist completing the trifecta just so I could say sticky balls.” He turned to Tyler’s girlfriend and extended his hand. Glancing down at it, he joked, “I promise it’s clean. Nice to meet you, Nicole.”
Looking between the two brothers, she said, “Wow. You guys look so much alike.”
I chuckled. “Your reaction reminds me of mine the first time I saw them in the same room. I thought I was seeing double at first, but they actually look less alike to me the more I see them together.”
Damien turned to Nicole and cracked, “We look alike, but surely you find me the better looking one?”
“It’s a toss up,” she said.
A twinge of jealousy crept in at the thought of her finding Damien attractive.
Damien smacked Tyler on the shoulder as he addressed her, “I’ll help you figure it out. I’m the better looking one, but I’ll give my little brother the distinction of having the better personality. He’s way more outgoing than I could ever be. And he’s a great actor.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Tyler said before looking over at Nicole. “Damien here has been playing the role of an elusive artist quite well for a few years now.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Damien laughed.
Nicole whispered to me, “Do they spar a lot like this?”
“Yes. It’s kind of cute. You can smell the testosterone like burning rubber whenever they’re together.”
Damien looked around. “Where’s Mom?”
“I couldn’t get her to come. She said to tell you she was sorry, but that she wasn’t feeling very festive. I think she’s in the middle of a depressed episode.”
“Fuck.”
Rubbing Damien’s back, I said, “Shit. I’m sorry.”
“Christmas is really tough for her. She doesn’t want people to look at her and be able to tell she’s sad,” Tyler said. “So, she chooses to stay away.”
Damien looked at me. “When we went to stay with her, she was actually having a really good couple of days. This is more typical.” Taking a deep breath and wrapping his arm around my waist, he said, “Anyway, you guys are probably hungry. My little lady made a bunch of stuff, none of which she burned, so help yourself.”
***
Everyone seemed to be having a great time. The appetizers were getting gobbled up, and the drinks were flowing. Damien had even put on Christmas music in the background.
Jenna never did come for the dogs, so we made the best of it, throwing some reindeer antlers on them. They hadn’t pissed in the tree again and were having a field day fetching everyone’s scraps; we would likely be paying for it tomorrow.
I was in the midst of listening to a conversation my parents were having with Tyler about the play he was in when Damien came up behind me. The heat of his breath in my ear gave me chills.
“I’m ready for all these people to leave. Those pants are so tight on you that they’re making my pants tight.”
“Behave,” I whispered, even though I wanted nothing more than for him to stay pressed against my back.
He groaned, “I need your help with something.”
“What?”
“It’s in the other room.”
“I think it’s in your pants.”
“For now it is, yes.”
“You’re bad.”
“Come on. No one will miss us for five minutes.”
Before I could answer, Damien locked his fingers in with mine. When it seemed like no one was paying attention, he started to lead me into the bedroom. He locked the door behind us before backing me against the wall.
I closed my eyes as he showered my neck with kisses. Tugging on my shirt, he began to undo the buttons before taking it off.
“These pants have had me looking down all night.” He knelt to the floor. “They look so fucking good on you, but they’re snug as hell. Thank God your shirt was covering this.” He pointed to my crotch, which displayed a massive camel toe. Damien spread my legs and began to kiss me there.
“What are you doing?” I muttered.
“It’s Christmas. I’m kissing you under the camel toe.”
Shaking with laughter, I said, “I thought it was the mistletoe.”
“Not anymore.”
Pulling down my pants, Damien said, “Everyone’s talking and laughing out there, and all I could think about is burying my face in your pussy.”
When my pants were off, he did just that as I spread my legs apart. Still leaning my back against the wall, I dug my fingers into the back of his head as he continued to eat me out.
He came up for air. “Falalalala to me. You taste better than any Christmas treat.”
I laughed. “We have to get back out there.” Panting, I said, “I need to come.”
“Don’t come yet,” he growled.
Standing up, he flipped me around so that I was facing the wall.
“Come now,” he said as he entered me. It took me all of ten seconds to spasm around his cock at the exact moment he released inside of me.