An Innocent Thanksgiving

Feeling a boldness that hadn’t been in me since our first night together five years ago, I walked over and sat down—not next to him on the couch, but in his lap.

Cal made a startled noise, staring up at me, and I grinned wickedly. I felt so powerful in that moment, knowing that I could make Cal look at me like that, could make his face flush and his eyes go dark.

I ran my fingers lightly through his hair and rolled my hips, and Cal growled. “You’re a goddamn tease.”

His hands fell to my waist and I giggled, feeling giddy. Cal’s hands flexed around my waist and I ground my hips some more, making them into a figure eight. I had never given anything close to a lap dance before. Never shown myself off like this before. It wasn’t just that I hadn’t been with anyone since Cal—I had never pictured myself being like this whenever I dared to imagine myself in a sexual situation. I hadn’t thought I could be this bold.

Cal just brought that out in me. I was so crazy for him, determined to have him, that it just overrode any fear I had about making an idiot of myself, any bashfulness that still lurked inside of me.

“Do you have any idea,” Cal breathed, squeezing my waist as I ground against him, “how crazy you make me?”

I could feel him growing steadily harder beneath me, his cock swelling and pressing up against me as I grew wetter and wetter, shuddering. I wanted him inside of me so badly. It was like a drug.

The thought made me laugh breathlessly, and I ground down on him even harder. I wondered, idly, if we could both come just from this, rutting up against each other like teenagers as we made out. The idea wasn’t without its appeal. I wanted to kind of be that crazy teenager, I wanted to have that bit of madness that I’d never given into when I was younger—except that one time with Cal.

But dammi, I also wanted him to fuck me properly, so that’s what I was going to get.

I kept circling and swiveling my hips, driving Cal wilder and wilder. He groaned, his head falling back against the couch, thrusting his hips up into me. I could feel a savage grin stretching across my face as sparks flew inside of me. Fuck, it felt so good, so, so good—

Cal grabbed me tightly, stopping me from moving, and my hips stuttered to a halt.

“You’ve had your fun,” he growled, a dangerous glint in his eye. I shivered in anticipation.

“What are you going to do about it?” I challenged, hardly recognizing my own voice.

Cal’s grin was mischievous. “Oh, you’ll see.”

I couldn’t wait.

19

Cal

I should’ve known that once she got confident enough, Maggie would be a total minx in bed. She was a stubborn woman who liked to get her way, and sex was no different. She’d come onto me, after all, that fateful night five years ago.

But now it was my turn to take control.

I grabbed a handful of Maggie’s ass, squeezing, and then picked her up, spinning her around—and then continuing to turn her, so that she was now bent over the couch.

Maggie gasped as I grabbed her hair and tugged, nipping at her throat. “I think you know now how this is going to go,” I growled, smacking her ass lightly.

Maggie groaned. “Yes,” she whispered.

I smacked her ass again one more time, just to see how she jerked and shuddered in response, then shoved her clothes up and off. Maggie braced herself on the couch as I stripped out of my own clothes, and then I slid my hands over her, feeling out her curves. Fuck, she was so gorgeous.

I fondled her breast, pinching and twisting her nipples lightly, giving her just a hint of pain to amplify the pleasure, and Maggie moaned. Here, without Fern, we could be as loud as we wanted, and I soaked up every sound that she made as I slid my hand down and began to work my fingers into her. If things went how I hoped—if Fern, Maggie and I were all a family—then we’d all be living together soon and we’d have to be quiet so that Fern couldn’t hear us. I had to enjoy Maggie’s noises while I could.

And oh, how I enjoyed them.

I worked her up to three fingers, waiting until Maggie was begging for me before I spread her legs further and lined up my cock.

“You’re not going to believe how deep it goes,” I promised her, sliding in slowly. I wanted to take my time to make sure that she was ready, that she could take all of me. There was no better feeling than when I was balls-deep in her.

At last, my hips became flush with hers, and I groaned as I bottomed out inside of her. Maggie was clawing at the couch, pushing back into me. “Cal, move,” she begged.