Holiday Hire (The Cartwright Family #2)

Chapter 15

15

Alexander

T hanksgiving lights create a glow around the ranch, welcoming us home. I pull through the gate, my cock hard and aching like never before. The country music playing on the truck's radio barely registers. Phoebe's floral scent teases me, creating havoc in my veins to the point I feel semi-delirious.

I park in front of the house, get out, and walk around the truck. I open the door, and my heart hammers harder against my chest.

Phoebe's eyes swirl with a wildness I saw the first day I met her. Mixed in is something else.

I help her step down and then shut the door. I study her closer and realize she's a bit nervous.

I don't think, I just react. I push her against the truck and lift her chin. "Hey."

"Hey," she softly replies, her eyes shining under the moonlight.

"I think I forgot something at the bar."

She arches her eyebrows. "Oh? Do we have to go back?"

"No." I run my thumb over her lips, stating, "It's right here."

Her lips twitch. She inhales deeply.

I lower my head and slide my tongue into her mouth as a gust of wind howls around us. I cage myself farther around her, and my blood turns so hot I barely feel the brisk onslaught of air.

Her tongue dives deeper against mine. She slides her hands around my neck, caressing it like before. A whimper vibrates from her.

Tonight, with her, I feel alive. It's as if I've somehow been dead, and she's unearthed me from the grave.

I retreat, breaking our kiss, remaining an inch from her face, murmuring, "Glad I got that back."

She smiles, her blues more luminous, her skin glowing, and wisps of her magenta hair blowing around her angelic face.

I peck her on the forehead and then step on the side of the wind. I slide my arm around her and lead her into the house.

The fireplace creates a tranquil illumination. Someone on the ranch must have come in and turned it on, which isn't abnormal when I'm not home. I leave the lights off and ask, "Do you want a beer?"

"Sure. But I really want to kick these boots off," Phoebe chirps.

"Do your feet hurt?" I ask.

She glances at them, then admits, "I think they're half a size too small."

"Then why are you wearing them?"

She cringes, then admits, "They're beautiful, and it was so sweet of Willow to give them to me."

I stare at her.

She nervously says, "I shouldn't have said anything. Please don't tell Willow."

"Pheebs, you don't have to suffer instead of telling my sister your boots are too small."

"I'm okay. I'm not suffering. Forget I said anything," she frets.

I sigh, then grab her hand and take her to the couch. I order, "Sit down."

She obeys but blurts out, "I don't want to hurt her feelings. I love them. I think I just have to stretch them out or something."

I kneel and tug off each boot. I point at the sofa. "Put your feet on the couch."

"Why?"

"Go on."

She repositions her body, and I lift her feet and slide under them. I pick up one foot and rub it.

She moans. "Oh my gosh, that feels good."

I chuckle, boasting, "I'm a man of many talents."

"Never thought you weren't," she states.

I keep my focus on her expression, pressing on her foot, hoping I still have my skills.

"Wha—" She takes a ragged breath, and her mouth turns into an O.

I roll my thumb over the same spot, fighting a grin, taunting, "What's wrong, Pheebs?"

"I...uh..." She locks eyes with me.

Jesus, I want to hear her beg me.

I keep the same hand on her foot, then pick up her other one. It takes two seconds for me to find the same erogenous zone.

"Oh my... Oh my gosh," she breathes, her lips quivering.

I still got it. I give myself mental high fives.

"Everything okay?" I tease, clenching my jaw, my cock straining against my zipper.

She doesn't answer, swallowing hard and closing her eyes for a brief moment.

I release her first foot and slide my hand up her calf, then knead the back of her knee.

Her breathing shallows further, her cheeks heating. She mumbles, "What are you doing to me?"

"You want me to stop?" I challenge.

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.

I slide both hands to her thighs and tug her so her head's on the cushion. She yelps.

I chuckle and press on her inner thighs.

"Holy..." Her cheeks blaze red. A shudder runs through her. The fire crackles, flickering across her features.

"Why have you been taunting me all night, Pheebs?" I ask.

"Wh-what?" She scrunches her face, then closes her eyes and exhales slowly.

I continue, "You heard me." I graze my fingers over her thighs, inching toward her pussy, then back down.

She blinks several times.

I question, "Is there something you want from me?" I slide my fingers up again, stopping an inch from what I'm dying to taste. Heat penetrates through her jeans.

She stutters, "I-I... I don't know what you mean," she claims, licks her lips, and swallows hard again.

I chuckle. "Sure you do. You've been torturing me all night."

She furrows her eyebrows, glancing at my hands, then pinning her blues on me.

I take my index finger and slide it over her denim-covered slit.

She gasps.

Adrenaline rushes into all my cells. I force myself to bring my hand back to her lower thigh, stating, "I think you've been such a bad girl tonight that you owe me a favor."

Her eyes widen. She whispers, "Like what?"

I grab her hips and tug her closer.

"Alexander!" she shrieks.

"Pheebs!" I whine, pulling her shirt out of her jeans and then dragging my fingers around her navel.

She whimpers.

I lock my gaze on hers. "You want me to stop?"

She doesn't answer. She shakes her head in tiny movements.

I clench my jaw and unbutton her jeans. I slowly lower the zipper, revealing her hot-pink panties. "Oops."

She glances at her lower body and then back at me.

I slide my fingers over the wet material.

She whimpers.

My pulse skyrockets. I hold in my groan, demanding, "I want my favor, Pheebs."

"Wh-what do you want?" she questions, her skin turning a dewy red.

I put my hands on her jeans and tug, asserting, "I want you to tell me you want me to eat your pussy."

She gapes at me.

I yank the denim to her ankles and pull them over her feet. I question, "What's wrong? You've never had a man devour you?"

"I...um..." She bites on her lip.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?"

"No."

"No, as in you do or don't like it?"

"I..." She looks away, then back at me, blurting out, "It doesn't feel very good."

I jerk my head back, appalled. "What?"

Her expression turns embarrassed. She shrugs.

"Wait. So you're serious?" I ask, unable to fathom her statement.

She nods.

I jump off the couch, lean down, and slide my arms under her body.

"What are you doing?" she blurts.

I kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth so fast she takes a second to return my affection. I carry her into the bedroom and lie her on the bed. I cage my body over her and declare, "It's clear to me you've never been with a man."

She takes a deep breath.

I kiss her again, then move my lips to her ear, murmuring, "I'm going to lick every inch of your sweet pussy. If you want me to stop, tell me, but I guarantee you, you'll never utter that statement."

"Really?" she whispers.

I smile against her skin, then lick her lobe, and slowly make my way down her neck. I tug her shirt, stating, "This needs to go," and pull it over her head. I slide my hand under her and unclasp her bra, then easily slide it over her arms until she's in nothing but panties.

I trail my mouth over her chest, rolling my tongue around her nipple, then pause, staring at her tattoo.

Day at a time.

"Not a guy's name," I blurt out.

She laughs. "Nope!"

I add, "We'll talk about this later," then I bury my face in her chest, sucking on her tits until she's arching her back and gripping my hair.

I slide over her, kissing her stomach, then pausing with my head between her thighs. I glance at her. "Want me to stop?"

She shakes her head.

"Say it, Pheebs." I slide my finger under her panties, teasing her clit.

She breathes, "Don't stop, Alexander."

Thank God!

I kiss her skin above the top of her panties, praising, "Good girl," then slide my finger out and grip her hips. I inhale her scent, closing my eyes momentarily, my mouth watering. I move my lips over the thin material but don't break the barrier yet.

Another whimper comes out of her. She squirms, her fingers lock over my head, and her panties become more drenched.

"Fuck, you're perfect," I mutter, then move the wet satin to the side of her thigh, displaying her glistening pink pussy, mumbling, "Jesus fucking Christ." I slowly drag my tongue from her hole to her clit.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaims.

I chuckle, then pin my gaze on her. "Thought you didn't like this."

She gapes at me.

"Should I stop?" I tease, circling her clit once with my tongue, never taking my eyes off her.

"No!"

I slide my finger inside her, torture her clit some more, then add another finger.

"Alexander," she whimpers.

I work my fingers inside her and suck her clit.

"Oh...oh...oh!"

My ears have never heard anything sweeter. The ache in my body intensifies. I grunt. "Fuck, I love how you taste, baby girl." I flick her clit, suck, and flick some more.

She tugs on my hair, writhing on the bed.

I freeze, glancing up, taunting, "Should I stop?"

"Don't you dare!"

I gently nibble her clit, then challenge, "I thought you didn't like this."

"I do!"

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

I flick my tongue ten times.

"Oh...my...oh...my!"

"Are you sure you want me to keep going?" I tease, my mouth against her pussy.

"Please! Don't stop!" she cries out, digging her fingertips into my head.

I suck her so hard her hips jerk up. I hold them down, and incoherent sounds fly out of her.

I groan, loving every minute of her pleasure. And as much as I want to be inside her, I know she has more to give me.

I wait for her to come down, slide my hands under the thin straps of her panties, and tug. They rip with ease.

She gasps.

I lunge over her, slide my tongue in her mouth, and kiss her until she's unbuttoning my belt.

I assert, "Now you're going to ride my face."

She freezes. "What?"

"You heard me, Pheebs. You're going to take your sweet, dripping-wet pussy and ride my face until you have nothing left."

She stares at me, speechless.

I tug my shirt off, roll onto my back, and pat my shoulders, ordering, "Get up here."

"Ummm..."

"Don't make me tell you twice, baby girl."

She caves, grabbing the top of the headboard and putting her knees next to my ears.

The scent of her arousal flares around me, more potent than when I was over her. I groan, wanting to suck every ounce of it out of her.

She doesn't move.

I squeeze her ass and order, "Now, move those gorgeous hips and show me how much you love riding my face."

She releases an anxious breath.

I press my thumb to her clit and slide my tongue around her hole.

She moans.

I grip her hip, rotating her over me until she's grinding without my help. I praise, "That's it, Pheebs. Ride me like a good little girl. Get nice and wet for your stallion."

She freezes, looking down at me, her eyes wide in question.

"You didn't think I'd tattoo something on me that wasn't true, did you?" I question.

She opens her mouth but nothing comes out.

I slap her ass.

She inhales sharply.

I warn, "This is an appetizer, baby girl. My stallion's going to make you come so hard all night, you're going to hurt in the morning." I push my tongue in and out of her while circling her clit with my thumb. I reach up and palm her breast, then tweak her nipple.

She breathes, "Alexander..."

My body's on fire, the sweat on my torso merging with hers. I lose my patience and latch my mouth onto her, not letting up.

Sounds I can't comprehend make my blood boil. Pre-cum seeps out of me. An earthquake shatters her, erupting over me, and she drowns me in her juice.

I'm sure I've died and gone to heaven. She's perfect, and if I could spend every moment making her react like this, I would.

She claims, "I-I can't take anymore!"

I grip her hip and argue, "You can." I don't let up.

She orgasms again, and when she comes down, I release her. Her breath's ragged, face scarlet, and her body glistens. She carefully moves off me and lies down.

I tug her into my arms and kiss the top of her head.

We don't say anything for a few moments. She looks up, then lifts her head. She sweetly kisses me, then intensifies it. She reaches for my belt buckle, but I grab her wrist.

Her eyes widen. She looks at me in question.

I grin. "If you want my stallion, you have to tell me you're going to let me lick your pussy for breakfast tomorrow."