Page 16 of Beards and Holly
“Have at it, Grinch.”
He looks at me funny.
“Is this a rage room?”
I just nod. It’s a small step toward my goal. Someday, it’ll be more, but today, it’s Jenson’s rage room.
Smiling with what looks like admiration, he puts on the safety goggles and steps up to the poorly decorated tree. I take a second to turn on the tree lights, and then he swings. The bat smashes into the tree sending broken bulbs flying. He continues to lash out on the Christmas scene, swinging the bat into the cardboard fireplace. Stockings fall. He smashes an old TV that was already broken and shatters a couple mugs sitting on a coffee table.
As I watch him let out all the aggression, I can’t help but feel pride. After he told me he was an angry teen and made mistakes he felt guilty over, I suspected he might still be holding onto some of that pain.
Soon, he stops to catch his breath, and his shoulders visibly loosen. His stance is almost lazy. He’s relaxed and a little sweaty as he takes in the damage he’s metaphorically done to the holiday.
Without a word, I find my stashed bottle of bourbon and join him on the only thing still in one piece. An old green couch.
Popping off the lid, I take a seat and then a drink of the amber liquor. It burns hot in my belly, but it’s a good burn. The taste lingers as I hand it over. Jenson accepts and takes a small swig. The two of us sit in silence for a moment before he speaks.
“Damn, that felt good. How’d you know?”
I shrug. “Just had a feeling you might need that.”
“I didn’t even know I did. Is it possible you know me better than I know myself?”
I shake my head laughing “No way. Don’t worry.”
He smiles, looking at me funny.
“What?” I ask, and without a word, he leans forward and presses a warm kiss to my lips. Again, this one is unhurried and filled with feelings that make me question how fake this relationship is. Dare I ask?
When he leans away, he touches my cheek gently. And as if he can read my mind he says, “I meant what I said about that kiss not being fake. There’s nothing fake about the way I feel about you, Holly.”
And just like that, I’m a horny mess over a man who never wanted to settle down. I never thought of myself as special, but I’ve always wanted to be someone worthy.
Here, in this moment, I feel those things and so much more with a man I truly believe deserves all my love and trust. I just hope I’m brave enough.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jenson
Holly springs onto my lap, her kiss fierce and wanting. Those sexy legs once again wrap around my hips.
I want her so bad my cock’s instantly hard, fueled by two restless nights of fantasies. As she kisses me deeply, my hands wander over her sexy body. Under her shirt, I skim her soft skin until I feel the fabric of her bra and unclip it to cup her heaviness in palm, squeezing until I hear her beautiful moan. Holly grinds against my erection so hard my eyes fly open.
Across from us several mirrors are stacked against a wall. It’s the perfect opportunity to see her from every angle. This time, I won’t be holding back. I’m going to paint my seed across her beautiful skin.
Holly pulls off her shirt and bra. When she stands to remove her pants, I do the same, discarding my clothes but never taking my eyes from her.
Turning her around to sit on the couch, I kneel before her, and without a word, I feast. Her sweet pussy is mine, and I lickmy fill, enticing her, and she grinds into my mouth. I paint every feeling I’ve ever had for her against that sensitive bud. Holly grinds harder as her breathing escalates. Her fingers trail into my hair and pull my face closer.
I love the way she takes her pleasure from me. Moaning into her elicits the desired response, and she screams my name. The words an ownership, echo through the walls of the warehouse.
When I glance up at her beautiful face and see her watching us in the mirror. Her legs shake with need, she’s close. There’s nothing more I want than to give her what she needs over and over again. If I have my way, tonight is only the first of many I’ll be showing her how good she can feel if she’s with me. I’ll prove to her I’m better than any man before me, and I will be the one she can trust to fulfill her in every way.
My tongue swipes across her clit quickly with harsh pressure as I insert my fingers, thrusting in and out. She pulls at my hair and thrashes against the couch. All the while, she watches us.
“I’m going to give you something better to watch, baby, but you have to come for me first.”
As soon as my mouth is back sucking on her clit, she explodes, shaking with release. It’s so beautiful to watch. I lick her slower before pulling away to stand.