He Loves Me Not (Bunch-A-Blooms 1)

Her sisters, Melinda and Lois were bright as hell, but cooking would never be their forte. The interior decorators were working on getting their company off the ground. Another project he knew Petunia had helped fund.

“Their place would’ve been gorgeous, though.” She smiled.

“Hey, yours was phenomenal,” Mason said defending her.

“Look at him, defending his woman,” Olive teased.

“Shut up, Olive.” He tossed a playful scowl in her direction.

“I’m going to my parents’ house. Christmas is our holiday this year. Every in-law gets one,” Bryce said rolling his eyes.

“If you’re hosting, what happens with your family?” Willow asked.

“We’re did Christmas Eve with them, so I’m free this New Years. I’ll probably go to a friend’s house or something,” Mason shrugged.

“I’m solo this year. My parents decided to ditch us and enjoy a Blue Christmas in Hawaii and won’t be back until January.” Willow laughed.

“Oh my God, good for them. They are taking advantage of retirement. I love that,” Petunia said.

“I feel like I rarely see them. Now I’m the stick in the mud,” Willow sighed.

They continued their conversations as they hit up two more stops before they were returned to the casino. After the girls hugged, and they said their good-byes, he steered his smiling girlfriend to his car. While he navigated the familiar streets, she stroked his knee.

“What are you doing?”

“Having a little fun,” she murmured, trailing her fingernails up his thigh. Goosebumps broke out on his flesh, and his cock twitched.

“Petunia …”

“Hmmm?” She cupped him through his jeans, and he gritted his teeth.

“I thought whiskey made you frisky.”

“Oh, this is just a little beer boldness.”

Her phrase made him laugh. “You crack me up.”

“You’ve been treating me lately. I just thought it might be nice to return the favor.”

“While I’m driving? Kinky.”

She massaged him, and he whimpered.

“Do you think you’re the only one who likes to tease?”

He groaned. She caught him when he couldn’t do anything but let her lead.

“I guess not.”

She stroked his length, up and down, slowly. His mouth went dry, and he turned to rock, as he tried to escape the confines of cotton boxer briefs and denim jeans. His body ached for release by the time he pulled into her driveway. He put the car in park and all but jumped from his seat. Her laughter followed him as he ran to her side, scooped her into his arms, and carried her up the drive. He took them to the door with quick strides, moaning as she nipped her way up his neck and sucked on his earlobe. He lifted her higher as he used his key to open the front door, and kicked it shut with his feet.

“Don’t move.” He froze. “Let me down.” The sultry sound wove a spell he couldn’t resist. He set her on her feet, and watched, entranced as she knelt in front of him and unbuckled his belt. He swallowed to moisten his mouth and peered down into her dark eyes as she worked his pants down his legs, taking his briefs with them. He sprang free, and she palmed him with her soft hands. He groaned. She stroked him, holding him right as she rotated her wrist. Her tongue flicked out to caress the underside of his head, and he tilted his head back and grunted. She traced the veins that run up the right side of his length and his dick jerked.

“I’m not cruel, so I won’t make you wait any longer.” She took him in, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as her heat engulfed him. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder as she increased her speed and took him deeper with every stroke.

“Oh, Jesus.” He fisted her head, pulling her hair tight, and she hummed. His hips jerked, and she choked but adjusted. They found a steady rhythm that had his balls drawing up and his spine-tingling. His body shook.

“Gonna come.”