Page 180 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
“You know what I mean. The whole situation is so convoluted. Itstarted as a farce, became a reality, but is still a farce to some, a reality to others. I don’t know what the heck is going on.”
I slide my hand up her stomach, loving how warm she is. “It has been confusing, but I think I’ve been doing a good job playing the role of the enemy in front of your sister.”
“Uh, have you not witnessed my incessant eye rolling whenever you’re around Taran and me? I’m surprised my eyes are still attached.”
“You’ve done a good job, but I think I’ve been winning for the both of us with my quick barbs and then out-of-the-blue kisses. They always seem to catch you off guard.”
“They do…but I love them.”
“You do, do you?” I ask as I slide my hand below her breast. Since she’s not wearing a bra, I run my thumb over the underside, reveling in her soft skin.
“I do,” she says as she wiggles against me, trying to get my hand to go up farther.
“What do you think it’s going to be like when we tell everyone the truth?”
“You know, I haven’t really thought about it,” she says as I glide my thumb a little higher, right below her nipple. Her teeth pull on her lip.
“I have. I’ve thought about how people from all over, including your aunt and sister, will cheer for us and tell us what a marvelous couple we make.”
“Marvelous?” She lifts a brow.
I take that moment to graze her hard nipple with my thumb. She exhales loudly.
“Am I not allowed to use the wordmarvelous?”
“I mean, it doesn’t fit the lumberjack aesthetic you have going on.”
“Oh, sorry.” I pause, letting my thumb graze over her nipple again. “Uh, how about a growl with an addedPeople will like us.”
She laughs. “Much better.”
I then return my hand to her stomach and love the disappointment in her eyes. But she’s not disappointed for long as I play with the waistline of her pants. My fingers drag over the fabric, occasionally dipping under.
“Are you trying to turn me on?” she asks.
“Is it working?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” I say, then just rest my hand on her stomach, not moving north or south.
“Cole.”
“What?”
“What are you doing?”
“Thinking about the cheering and how Taran will shake my hand for a job well done with our faking—but then tell me how happy she is that I’m with her sister.”
“Wow, you’re living in a dream world. Taran would never.”
“Never say never. I can see the way she looks at me. She wants to welcome me into the family.”
She chuckles. “You’ve lost your—oh God,” she moans as I slide my hand down, stopping just above her pussy, toying with her. Her legs spread, and she presses her hand on top of mine, trying to make me go further, but I don’t.
“Cole…please.”
But I don’t listen. I take the hem of her long-sleeved shirt and drag it up. Thankfully, she allows me to take it off and drop it to the floor. I stare down at her bare chest and feel myself go hard.
