Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“No,” he answers softly, solemnly, almost a tinge of sadness in his tone. “It’s not impossible.”
The little burst of hope I couldn’t suppress wells up inside me, overflowing more than it probably should.
He may not have promised anything, but he didn’t extinguish that little spark of hope.
Yes, it would be difficult. Yes, he would have to change his entire life to accommodate me.
But we’re not impossible.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jasper
Christmas Eve gets off to a very good start.
I wake up first. Autumn is snuggled up in my arms with her tempting little ass pushed back against me. That’s all it takes to get me going and she’s already naked, so I snake my hand between her thighs and start kissing the back of her neck.
Her eyes stay closed for a while. I only know she’s awake because her breathing becomes more labored, the rise and fall of her chest more pronounced as I rub her. I’m only exploring at first, not trying to get her off, but when I caress her a little higher than I mean to and she moans, it’s like a drug shot straight into my veins. I need another hit, so I pull her back on the bed and climb on top of her, still with my finger in her pussy, and I rub until she’s grabbing desperately at the pillows, crying out with abandon as pleasure washes over her.
While her body’s still convulsing, I push my cock into her. She sighs like she feels as complete as I do when we’re together, then she locks her legs around me. I fuck her nice and slow, kissing her as much as I can until the need is overpowering. She doesn’t complain a bit when I flip her over and bury her in the mattress, grabbing a fistful of that beautiful hair of hers and riding her until we’re both good and satisfied.
I collapse on top of her, kissing the back of her shoulder, then resting my face against her back. Once I regain some strength in my muscles, I move off her so I don’t crush her and pull her into my arms.
Autumn wraps her arms around me, naturally twining her leg around mine, too, so she can pull herself closer. She’s an affectionate little thing.
“Merry Christmas,” she murmurs against my chest.
I smile, kissing the crown of her head. “It’s not Christmas just yet.”
She pulls back to look up at me, happiness glinting in her pretty blue eyes. “Almost.”
I can’t resist stealing a kiss on the lips while I’m at it. “Almost doesn’t count.”
“Sure it does,” she argues. “I love Christmas Eve. Are you gonna help me wrap all these presents? We haven’t even started.”
“I’m not much for wrapping presents.”
“Just pretend it’s a body you have to get rid of,” she suggests blithely. “You’ll do a great job.”
I cock an eyebrow in surprise at her extremely off-color joke… well, I guess it’s not really a joke, but I squeeze her anyway for daring to tease me about it.
She laughs and swats me away, then leans in for one more kiss before she rolls out of bed.
“Come on,” she tells me, walking her pretty little ass toward the bathroom. “We’ve got a lot to do today.”
Since we got all dirty after our shower last night, we try again this morning.
Now that I’ve had her, I can’t keep my hands off her, though, so I end up shoving her against the wall and fucking her in the shower again, too.
Once we finally get dressed, we make our way upstairs to see what everyone else is up to today. Mom is in the kitchen, already making preparations for Christmas Eve dinner. I’m still not used to seeing her cook. When we were kids, I was convinced she didn’t know how.
“There’s my favorite brother,” Nora says lightly, drawing my attention. She’s seated at the kitchen island with Amira beside her, eating a bowlful of scrambled eggs. “Tarek has been waiting for you to get up. He wanted to talk to you about something.”
I catch Autumn’s gaze as she heads around the counter to ask my mom if she can help with anything, but then I focus my attention back on my sister. “Where is he?”
“The den,” she says, gesturing to the room by the front door.
I nod and start to head that way, but the sound of Autumn’s voice calls me back. “Do you want breakfast?”
“Sure, if you’re making some.”
She flashes me a smile, then turns around and opens the refrigerator.
I leave the ladies to do their thing and join Tarek and Tom in the den.
I like Tom’s den. It feels more familiar to me, reminds me of rooms I’ve spent time in with more serious men—the kind that are more like me.
These ones certainly aren’t, but I’m glad. I like Tarek, but I wouldn’t want my sister with him if he were more like me.