Their Merry Little Christmas (Love Square) Read Free

underwear down my legs. Before they’ve fully cleared my one foot, he lifts me up on the countertop and spreads my legs wide. His face looks pained as his fingers run along my slit, spreading the wetness around my clit.
    I fall back on the counter and close my eyes as the exquisite pleasure builds in my core. Each time his thumb circles my clit and his finger pumps in and out, I want to cry out in pleasure. Just when I ’m ready to fall over the edge into sheer and utter bliss, Aiden slams his cock into me and my muscles instantly contract around him.
    “God!” I call out as my orgasm takes over my whole body. My back arches, and my toes curl. Aiden moves in and out of my body fast and hard. His eyes stay fixated on our connection, watching as his cock pulls out of my body, coated in my juices. Within minutes, his movements become erratic and harder. He slams into me one last time and releases himself deep inside me.
    His head rests on my chest while little tremors continue to work through his body.
    “That was…” I whisper, not knowing the right words to finish that sentence. I’m not sure there are words to describe what he just did to me.
    He shakes his head and gives me an adorable smirk. “I know,” is all he says before pulling out of me and lifting me off the counter.
    “Smug bastard,” I mumble and pick up my clothes from the floor, putting them on.
    “Oh, come on.” His arms wrap around me, ceasing my movements. “You came so hard, you almost milked mine right out of me.”
    I harrumph and pretend to be offended even though I ’m really not. It’s hard to be pissed when you’ve just had a fantastic orgasm.
    “Come on stud. Let’s go to bed.”
    “Gladly,” he whispers. His hand wraps around mine, and he leads me upstairs. Smug bastard or not… I still love him.
     
    ***
     
    Jacob
     
    Walking into our apartment, I hear pots and pans clanging and the melodious sounds of John Legend floating out from the kitchen. I round the corner and silently watch Kara as she gracefully moves around the room, humming and singing softly to the music.
    This woman owns my heart and soul. There ’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Just watching her performing mundane tasks like cooking, makes me feel calm and warm inside. She really is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Her long, curly hair falls down her back. Her jeans are tight, highlighting each of her curves. And her sweater accentuates her perfect tits.
    “You’re home early,” she murmurs while blowing on a spoonful of liquid. She brings the spoon to her mouth, and I watch as her little pink tongue snakes out to grab some sauce. Once she tastes it, she mumbles to herself, “Perfect.”
    “I am,” I answer and close the distance between us, anxiously needing to feel her body against mine. My hand swipes her hair over her shoulder, and my mouth places soft, tender kisses down her neck. My arms tighten around her and draw her towards me so that her back is flush with my chest.
    “Mmmm… I’ve missed you,” she whispers. Her head tips to the side to give me better access to her neck.
    “How much longer until dinner?” I ask as my mouth continues working along her neck. My tongue darts out to run along her earlobe, and I’m rewarded when a shudder moves through her body.
    “Just another minute so hold those thoughts for later.” She turns in my embrace and places a chaste kiss on my mouth. “Grab the plates and set the table.”
    Well shit. I guess that’s that. Pouting, I open the cupboard and grab two plates. Next I open the drawer and grab silverware.
    “You’re cute when you pout. Did you know that?” Kara smiles as she teases me.
    “How the hell do you do that?”
    She raises her eyebrows and gives me a “What?” look.
    “How did you know I was pouting when your back is to me?” It’s like she has eyes in the back of her head. My mother was always like that, and it used to drive me crazy. God help our children if