Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I look into her eyes. The only thing that’s uncomfortable is the way my cock is reacting to her touch. My jeans tighten between my thighs. “I’m not uncomfortable. I want you to stay.”
“Yay!” she laughs, jumping out of her chair, and starts bouncing toward the door. “I have to get stuff out of my car. You wouldn’t believe everything I brought. We are going to have so much fun.”
She starts talking about Christmas trees and hot chocolate and who knows what else. I am too lost in thought as I help her put her coat back on and follow her out to her car. I was right about a few things. She’s way too young and way too sweet. I should have sent her on her way, but I couldn’t. Instead, I’m wondering how I’m going to keep my hands off of her.
She bends over and grabs something from the back seat of her car, and I barely stifle my groan. I could move a foot closer and have my hard cock buried against her soft ass.
She raises up and looks at me over her shoulder. “Thank you, Gavin. You’re not going to regret this.”
Fuck! I hope she doesn’t come to regret it either.
Chapter 3
Cassie
Gavin insisted on carrying everything in, mumbling something about needing to run off some energy. So he handed me the wreath to carry in and I’ve stood in his warm, cozy house as he walks in and out carrying box after box of things. “Are you freaking out right now?” I ask him when he’s made the last trip and is coming in with my suitcase.
“No, why would I be?”
I look around at all the Christmas decorations, boxes and suitcases and then back to him. “I’m not moving in or anything. I only plan to stay until the day after Christmas.” I blush again, realizing that not only have I pushed my way into this man’s house, now I’ve told him how long I plan on staying. I close my eyes and twitch my head back and forth. I swear I have more couth than this. “I mean, if that’s okay.”
“It’s fine,” he says a little gruffly. “So what’s first?”
I point to the disassembled tree in the corner. “The tree.” I start walking toward it, but Gavin puts a hand on my shoulder to stop me.
“Just point where you want it and I’ll put it up.”
“Well, it’s your house… even though I seem to have taken it over. But you tell me, where do you want it?”
He looks around the room and just shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe there,” he says, pointing toward the big windows.
“It’s perfect.”
I set up the tree stand, and he starts bringing pieces over. He lifts it all with ease, and I stand back out of his way, admiring him. My heart is racing being near him. I knew if I ever met him it was going to be comfortable. We’ve messaged so much this last year, I truly feel like he’s my best friend. But I never expected this. We’re comfortable, but there is an edge to what I’m feeling. I never dreamed he would be this attractive. His jeans are tight across his hips and thighs. His muscles ripple in his back as he works, and I swear that the temperature just went up twenty degrees while I watch him.
He finishes assembling the tree. “Now we just need to plug in the lights.”
He plugs them in, and the blue twinkling bulbs light up the room. “It’s perfect,” he says.
I laugh and walk up to him, touching his shoulder. “Not quite yet.”
I start spreading the branches. “This will make it fuller,” I tell him and go to work on fluffing the tree. We work in silence, and when we circle the tree, meeting on the other side, we work next to each other. His manly scent fills my nostrils, and I cross my legs where I’m standing. A pressure is building inside me, and I feel as if I’m about to bust.
“Ornaments,” I mutter, walking away to grab a box. Taking a deep breath, I turn back to him and the tree. “I wasn’t sure what style you would want, so I guessed.”
He peers into the box of red, white and blue ornaments and then at me. “It’s perfect.”
I roll my eyes. “Everything can’t be perfect, Gavin. You can tell me the truth.” I walk toward the tree and start putting on the ornaments. Holding the box out to him, I tell him, “Put them anywhere you want.”
He takes a few out of the box and starts to hang them onto the tree. Quietly, almost so quiet I have to lean in to hear him, he tells me, “It is perfect, though. The tree, the ornaments, well, no one’s ever done anything like this for me before. I’m glad you came, Cassie.”