A Hot Holiday Collection

Chapter 6

6

DANNY

I hadn’t intended to confess my obsession to Delia, but I also couldn’t lie to her. I wanted nothing but open honesty between us, and now that she knew, I felt like we were starting with a clean slate. One that clearly stated we belonged to each other.

“I’m going to draw you a bath, baby,” I murmured as I drew my fingers through her silky hair. Then I sat up and turned to the side, trying not to fall off her twin-size bed in the process. Standing up, I couldn’t stop staring at Delia over my shoulder. She was snuggled up to the pillow we’d been sharing with a soft, satisfied smile. Fuck, she’s beautiful . Forcing my gaze away, I padded into her bathroom, grateful she had one in the suite. It was as big as a Cracker Jack box, but it still had a small tub.

Once I’d filled it with steaming water, I went back out and scooped Delia into my arms. She laid her head on my shoulder while I carried her to the bath, and I wondered if I would always feel so content with her in my embrace. She made me burn with lust but also feel at ease and comfortable.

I lowered her into the tub and took a step back, but before I could pivot and leave, she grabbed my wrist in a strong grip. It was stronger than I’d expect from someone so petite, and it totally turned me on.

“You aren’t coming in with me?” she asked with an adorable pout.

I shook my head, then dragged my gaze down her deliciously naked body while my cock swelled and strained in her direction. “Your pussy needs a little rest, baby. I took you pretty hard for your first time.”

Delia huffed and rolled her eyes. “I’m not a china doll who is going to break.”

I grinned and crouched beside the tub. “If I didn’t think you could take it, I would have backed off. But, baby, I’m going to be spending a fuck ton of time between your legs for the rest of our lives. I figured it would be a good idea to treat your pussy with the love and care it deserves.”

She blushed, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her shyness, considering everything we’d just done to each other.

I got to my feet again, but they remained rooted to the ground when I caught Delia’s gaze glued to my cock. She licked her lips, and I groaned. “Don’t look at me like that, baby. Or you're going to find yourself with a mouthful of my dick before you know what’s happening.”

“What if that’s what I want?”

I closed my eyes and groaned again. “You’re killing me, Delia. Just take your bath, and we’ll revisit this later.” Then I hastily exited the bathroom, leaving the door open so I’d hear her if she needed me.

My cell phone rang just as I was looking around and realizing I had no clothes beyond my costume. Great, Holland, let your dick do the thinking for you, and this is what happens. Grumbling, I grabbed my phone from her desk and answered when I saw Leland’s number.

“Merry fuckmas!” he exclaimed in lieu of a greeting. “Get it? Because it’s not Christmas, and you’re probably fucking your girl nonstop.”

I grunted in annoyance. “Don’t talk about Delia and fucking in the same context. It’s a good way to end up with no teeth.”

“I’d still be prettier than you, Holland.”

“I really don’t understand what Olivia sees in you,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“I’m an awesome person and a god in bed.” His reply was so matter of fact, it was comical, and I couldn’t help laughing.

“Did you just call to interrupt my fuckmas, or do you have an actual reason?”

“I need a favor.”

“Name it,” I saw without hesitation.

“There was a delay with Olivia’s ring, and I wasn’t able to pick it up yesterday. He said it will be ready on the twenty-seventh. I need you to pick the ring up and overnight it to me.”

“Done. I owe you for hooking up with Olivia to keep tabs on Delia.”

“Exactly.”

“And what a hardship that’s been,” I said dryly.

I could hear the grin in his voice when he said, “You know me. Always willing to sacrifice for a friend.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“The twenty-seventh!” he shouted right before I hit the end button.

In the quiet, I heard the small splashes from Delia’s bath and pictured her gorgeous, naked body, wet and slick from the water. The thought of her pussy even more drenched from her juices snapped my control. “Fuck it,” I muttered as I stalked back to the bathroom.

Two orgasms later, I carried her limp body to the bed and set her on her feet to dry her off. She wobbled a little and giggled. “You make me weak in the knees.”

I held the towel by the ends on both sides of her perfect body and used it to pull her close so I could thoroughly kiss her. When I finally released her mouth, I dropped the towel and wrapped her in my embrace. “I should probably lose my man card for admitting this,” I murmured against her ear, “but me too.”

Two naps, four orgasms, and several hours later, my stomach wouldn’t be ignored any longer. I kissed Delia slow and deep before climbing out of bed. “Rest, baby, and I’ll make us some food.”

“Okay,” she purred as she stretched like a contented kitty.

Delia had raided Olivia’s closet and found a pair of Leland’s sweatpants, so I didn’t have to put the itchy red pants back on. They were a little snug because, while Leland was as ripped as me, he was leaner. So, there was no missing the outline of my constantly hard cock. Delia said my ass looked great in them anyway. I grabbed them from where they were draped over her desk chair and dragged them on.

I made my way downstairs and into the communal kitchen. I knew she’d gone grocery shopping a few days ago because I’d seen her taking the bags in. I investigated my options and came up with the ingredients to make spaghetti and garlic bread.

The meal only took thirty minutes to prepare, and when the only thing left was the bread, I started filling a tray with the things we’d need to eat in bed. Well, she’d eat in bed. I’d sit next to her because her bed was too damn small for both of us. I’d actually started to worry that we might break it after one particularly vigorous bout of lovemaking. This wouldn’t work for long because I didn’t intend to sleep without Delia ever again. We’d have to find a temporary place until graduation.

A peal of bells rang in the air just as I was taking the hot pan out of the oven. I frowned, extremely irritated at being interrupted at—I glanced at the clock—five o’clock in the evening. The campus was practically a ghost town, so who the fuck was at the door?

“I’ll get it, baby!” I called out, setting the tray on the stove.

“Keep your sexy ass in that kitchen, Danny Holland!” she shouted, her voice gaining volume as she quickly descended the stairs. “You’re not decent.”

I held in a burst of laughter, thoroughly enjoying her jealousy. However, she was delusional if she thought I’d let her answer the door to who-the-fuck-knew without me. Removing my oven mitts, I threw them on the counter and turned the knob to shut off the heat. By the time I exited the kitchen, Delia had already pulled it open, and she had a look of utter shock on her face as she stared at whoever stood on the porch.

I sped up my steps to her side but faltered when I realized what she was wearing. Oh, fuck no. She’d donned a thick, fluffy robe with little Santas flying around with their reindeer. The belt was cinched so that the robe was closed from the neck to the bottom hem, just below her knees.

It was relatively modest...if she had been any other woman. But this was my Delia, basically in pajamas, with wild, sex hair, bee-stung lips, and adorable red-tipped feet. She might as well have been naked in front of— what the actual fuck????

That was the moment I spotted the visitor. He was wearing a costume similar to the one I’d shown up in earlier in the morning. Except his pants were clearly tear-away, and his waxed, slightly muscled torso glistened like he’d rubbed oil on his skin.

“I heard someone’s been naughty,” he smirked as he puffed out his chest, trying to make himself look bigger. What a fucking douche .

“Um, I thought the appointment was canceled.” Confused, Delia scratched her head and glanced back at me approaching.

The asshole clearly hadn’t seen me yet because his mouth curved up in a smarmy smile as he reached above her head and pushed the door open so he could step inside. “It was, but I remembered you from class, and you’re hot. So, I thought I’d give you an early Christmas present. Free of charge.”

Rage flared to life inside me as I finally closed the distance between the man marked for death and myself. My hand shot out and smashed into his jaw, causing him to scream like a little girl, and he fell backward, stumbling out the door.

“Get the fuck out of here. I better not see your face around my girl ever again. The only package she’ll be unwrapping is mine.”