Page 20 of The Naughty List

But watching her face as she grinds her hips down on me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I love seeing her face as she explores how different this position feels, all the new spots it hits. She chases her pleasure, finding what feels good, and using my body to get herself off.

With my hands soft on her body, I let her move to her own rhythm, and when I hear her breath start to hitch and her eyes fall closed with her head hanging back, I know she’s about to climax. I noticed how much she liked me to play with her nipples, so I softly pinch one in one hand while the other draws hard circles around her clit.

“Come on my cock, Audrey. It’s all yours.”

Soft, short moans escape her lips as she grinds, and I have to bite my lip just to keep from coming before she’s done.

When she finally starts to seize up, a husky gasp escaping her lips, I jerk my hips upward, fucking her even harder until I finally let go and fill her up.

She’s biting back her screams, so I grab her face and cover her mouth with mine, muffling her cries.

“God, I love you,” I whisper after we’ve both come down. She collapses onto my chest with a smile.

“Merry Christmas,” she replies in a pant.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” I gently kiss her forehead and nestle her against my body on the pillow. Opening her eyes in the darkness, she looks at me, and a smile creeps across my face. She looks like she’s about to fall asleep, and I know I should send her back to bed, to avoid pissing off Mel anymore than she already is. But having her in my arms feels too right.

So when she drifts off to sleep, curled up in my arms, I let myself drift too.

7

Audrey

I sneak back to the house bed before anyone is up. Waking up in Grant’s arms was perfection, pure warmth and comfort. But I didn’t wake him as I crawled out of the bed. Instead of going back to my bed, I curl up on the couch, watching the twinkle of the lights on the tree.

Before long, the whole house begins to stir, people coming out of their bedrooms. My mother and Roger are the only two who currently know about me and Grant. The rest will know today though.

Coffee brews, and everyone starts to gather in the living room around the Christmas tree. Watching the door, I wait impatiently for him to come in. I hope he doesn’t stay in the RV all day, and just when I’m about to go out to get him, it opens and he walks through. Freshly showered in a flannel shirt and jeans, he looks like perfection. His eyes find me first, a subtle smile on his face.

After he gets a cup of coffee, he sits in the chair opposite me. Everyone is acting so normal, it’s almost eerie. I don’t quite know how to come out with it, if I should just announce that I’m not going back to school and going with Grant instead or if I should just sneak off with him tonight without saying anything to my family.

We all begin opening presents. After most of the living room is covered in wrapping paper, and everyone is distracted, Grant passes me a present. It looks like an 8x10 frame wrapped in gold paper. I eye him skeptically, and I notice the way my brother and grandmother are watching. It would be strange for him to get me a present, and I know they must be thinking the same thing.

Tearing open the paper, I find a painting from the artist’s booth at the market we saw yesterday. A smile stretches across my face. It’s a watercolor of a lake at sunset, and it’s breathtaking.

Looking up at him, I suddenly can’t help myself. Crossing the living room, I crawl into his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“I know exactly where we can hang it,” he answers.

Then, I kiss him, and distantly I hear a small gasp as the room quiets. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close.

People are going to have opinions about our relationship, but I don’t care. Grant makes me feel good, and that’s all that matters.

Epilogue

Grant

One year later...

Audrey’s legs are wrapped around my hips, her bare ass against the kitchen counter while I try to muffle her cries. These walls are thin, and we’re parked in her mother’s driveaway again. Everyone is probably waiting for us inside, and I’ve been looking forward to this all year. I needed those smug ass brothers of hers to see that Audrey and I are still going strong. Stronger than ever.

In fact, they’re going to see a very special Christmas present on her finger. Just as soon as I give it to her.

But first things first.

Circling her clit with my thumb while I slam into her, I watch her face as she reaches ecstasy. There’s no use trying to quiet her now. She lets out a squeal as her body squeezes like a vice around mine.