Eating Her Heart Out

“I’ve got you covered,” Jesse said with a grin and a careless wave of his hand. “Just in case I managed to talk you into it, I have presents for you to give everyone.”

I didn’t like the idea of my gifts being so impersonal. That wasn’t how I was raised. But considering I only knew his family through his stories and had a limited amount of time, I didn’t have room to be picky. “Thanks.”

Jesse shrugged and opened the driver’s side door of his blue Audi. “No problem. You get to wrap them, though, including mine.” He didn’t wait for a response before sliding into the car and shutting the door.

I lifted my chin at him as he drove by, receiving the same gesture in return. Then I headed home to my condo to shower, change, and pack a bag. Most people thought it was odd that I didn’t live in a big, beautiful home.

Sure, I could afford it, and yeah, I could flip a house or a mansion for myself, but why the fuck would I want to live alone in a huge place? I’d only use a fraction of the space, so I might as well live in a place that was all I needed and no more. A house was on my to-do list eventually, but there was no rush. Someday, when I had a wife and kids, it would become a higher priority.

It took a little over an hour to reach the Blake household, and I couldn’t help smiling at the plethora of ridiculous Christmas ornaments all over the lawn. The house glittered with so many lights that I couldn’t tell what color the exterior was.

I parked out front, grabbed my bag from the trunk, and strolled to the front door. Before it even opened, I smelled the scents that sent me back to my childhood Christmases. And reminded me that I was starving.

The door opened before I had a chance to get to the top of the porch and ring the bell. A woman took a step outside while looking back behind her, and her foot missed the first step. Since she wasn’t expecting the steep drop, she stumbled forward, her arms flailing as she tried to keep her balance, but the momentum carried her forward. I grabbed the railing with one hand and reached out my other arm to grab her before she went flying down the stairs.

When I caught her, I curled my arm to bring her against my body while I steadied us both. Her soft body fit perfectly into mine, and to my utter shock, my dick stirred for the first time in…I wasn’t even sure how long.

“Oh, crap! I’m so sorry!” the woman cried as she clung to me even tighter. “I should have been looking where I was going, but I was in a hurry, and I can be a bit of a klutz sometimes.”

“Are you okay?” I was trying to focus on whatever she was saying, but her vanilla and ginger scent—so similar to my favorite cookie—was overwhelming my senses, and I was growing harder by the second.

“Yes.” Her voice was breathless, and it only made the desire curling through me begin to sizzle.

I was worried she’d notice my condition and didn’t want to send the poor woman running from the perverted stranger who popped a woody. So I carefully pushed her away, holding her at arm’s length until I was sure she was steady on her feet. Her long, straight, light-blond hair had fallen in her face, so she quickly brushed it back before beaming at me with sparkling, chocolate-brown eyes. As the light caught it, I noticed a pink sheen to some of the strands, but it disappeared quickly, and I had to wonder if it had been a trick from the Christmas lights. Her plush lips curved into a beautiful smile, accentuating her heart-shaped face.

My eyes did a quick scan of the rest of her body, and my mouth watered at the sight of all her curves. Luscious tits with nipples pebbled in the cold and begging to be sucked on. A thick waist that was the perfect size for my big hands to hold while I guided her up and down on my cock. Wide, round hips made for having babies and for me to grip while I fucked her from behind. I could tell her thighs were strong enough to lock around my waist and keep her from falling while I took her up against a wall. And…I had to bite my tongue to keep from licking my lips when I thought about what she would taste like between those pretty thighs. I had no doubt her flavor would be sweeter than Valentine's Day chocolate.

Fucking hell, Sawyer. Get a damn grip on yourself. Apparently, being celibate for a long time meant that when my libido woke back up, it had reverted to being a horny teenager. But my adolescent lack of control aside, my adult brain was screaming one thing.