Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
The heat clicks on, and I pull Gia into my arms. She groans, turning her face toward my neck. I grin, thinking about the morning and the tree I have coming.
I haven’t had a Christmas tree since my grandfather died. I don’t know why, but on a spur of the moment, I had Rafe arrange for someone to have a real tree fully decorated when we wake up, which is another reason Gia needs to not be roaming around anymore.
“Was I good? Is Santa coming?” She snuggles in closer, lying on top of me.
I kiss her forehead. “I guess we shall see in the morning.”
“’Kay,” she mumbles. Her phone on her nightstand lights up with a picture of her mom.
Yeah, that headache is going away tomorrow. I owe Janet more than that. The woman practically fed me every night for years. She was more a mom to me than mine.
I’ll be dealing with all this shit in the morning, I’m sure that’s why Gia was up. She feels guilty about lying to her mom and not spending Christmas with her.
I close my eyes, needing to sleep, but music fills my head. I embrace it, let the words swirl around me, memorizing them so I can write them down later.
A deep sigh brings me back to her. I tighten my arms. Her full breasts and warm body rise and fall as I inhale her scent and let my body relax. In and out, her chest rises and falls.
She sighs my name, and I grin again. Gia makes me want to be better. A better man, a better musician. We can have it all, and I need to know that. You can’t control who your heart beats for, who touches your soul.
I sigh as I match her breathing, letting it slow my pulse and rest my mind.
For this moment, I’m at peace.
RHYS
Past – Twenty-seven years old
New York, New York
Warm, minty breath tinged with vanilla and coffee tickles my ear and I smile. Rolling over, I prop one arm behind my neck.
“Merry Christmas.” Gia is straddling me on her knees. Her hair is wet, falling around her breasts, and she has that goddamn camera in my face.
“Smile.” She laughs. My eyes feast on her tits. Her fucking rosy nipples are hard.
“Put down the camera,” I command, grabbing her hips. She ignores me, laughing as she snaps photos.
“Brat, if you want to keep that camera, I’d put it down.”
She gasps when I jerk her hips to my face. “Rhys, you’re such an ass sometimes.” But she wisely sets her camera down. I pull her legs toward me, positioning them on either side of my head.
“Grab hold of the headboard and sit on my face.” She tries to scoot back, but there is no way—I’m gonna eat this cunt for breakfast.
“Rhys, stop.” Her voice is breathy, and I smile at her shyness. Gia likes to act all worldly, but she’s innocent on pretty much everything but blowjobs. I’m not going to think about that right now.
“Come on, baby. Spread your legs and fuck my face.” Puffing out some air, she grabs the headboard and I guide her honey right down onto my mouth.
“That’s it.” I lick and suck her clit, then grab her ass. “Relax.” I bring her down and shove my tongue inside her.
“Oh my God.” She throws her head back and closes her eyes. I guide her hips up and down on my face.
“This is… Rhys,” she whimpers and grasps my shoulder, digging her nails into it. She lifts up, almost as though she’s horrified she loves this. “Wait. I need to…” She looks down at me, her lips red, her nipples hard, and her cunt wet.
“Gia. I’m not playing.” I grab her wrist with one hand and shift the other to her ass. “Now make yourself come.”
She instantly tries to pull her hands away, but I’m ten times stronger. Smiling, I lick my lips and taste her. Her eyes flash with defiance. I’m taking away her control.
“Can I at least have my hands—”
“No, fuck my face.” She closes her eyes. “Eyes on me. You watch me eat your cunt,” I growl as she tries to break away one more time. Her eyes lock with mine and I grin at her distress. She lowers her pussy to my face and rubs herself against me. Fascinated, I watch her come to life and let her slick arousal saturate me.
Her hips grind, her chest is flushed, and she’s panting like she’s on a treadmill.
“I’m gonna come,” she says, her voice ragged. I let go of her hands and hear her claw the wall while I suck on her clit, my thumb reaching to stroke her folds and move to her rosette hole.
As soon as my thumb rubs it, she goes off, pulsing and coming in my mouth. I grab her and flip her over. Spreading her legs, I thrust my cock deep inside her.