Page 9 of Scrooged All The Way

Spun sugar and vanilla with a hint of strawberries. She’d looked so sweet as she stared around the living room. My thick shaft throbbed in my hand while I stroked myself and got lost in a dirty fantasy. She’d kneel down and surprise the hell out of me as her delicate hands stroked the front of my pants. She’d beg for daddy to take out his big cock for her, and I would let her.

She’d undo my belt and pull me out. Without hesitation, she’d lean in and kiss the tip. Her jade eyes would never waver from mine as she kissed and licked around the crown then down my shaft. Her perfect little mouth would make my length slick, licking me like her favorite lollipop before putting me into her mouth. She’d open wide but have trouble taking me. My sweet, good girl would need me to work my length into her slowly. Inch by inch. Thinking about my angel, grunting her name through gritted teeth, I lost my load all too quickly. Breathless and a mess, I wiped myself off with the shirt I’d ripped off my body and let myself drift off into a Juniper-filled sleep.

I was up and moving before my alarm went off. After picking up the supplies from the hardware store, I found myself parked in front of Juniper’s place almost an hour early. I’d decided to park in front of the house and wait, but two minutes in, I got antsy. I got out and leaned against the passenger's side with my arms crossed over my chest. I stared at her place like I hoped I could magically start looking through walls.

Fortunately for me, not five minutes later, she stepped out of her door dressed in denim overalls with a white long-sleeved shirt and a tan jacket with a Sherpa collar draped over her arms and a mustard-yellow beanie atop her blonde hair.

I hurried over to her, and as if our hands were two magnets, they found their way to one another, our fingers tangling together. I loved the feeling of her hand in mine. It was so small and delicate and everything I thought it would be. I hurried us to my truck and made sure she was buckled in before I got us to my place.

We got straight to work, and my mind and body buzzed with energy. I was happy and fucking excited but nervous as hell. Those got the better of me, and I couldn’t figure out what to talk about. Thankfully, as we worked side by side, my girl didn’t seem to notice my silence. She told me all about her day and her shift at the diner. I stood next to her and watched her roll the brush up and down the wall. I wished I’d thought about clearing out another room because the living room was getting close to being finished, and it wasn’t even noon yet.

Then again, when I’d put out the ad, I hadn’t planned on helping.

“Thanks again.” I cleared my throat. Her eyes left the wall and connected with mine.

“You kidding? This is fun!” She smiled, stepping back to admire her work while I greedily admired her. “Can I ask you something?”

“Why white?” I guessed. It earned me a sweet giggle.

“No.” She bent at the waist to roll her brush again before tapping away the excess. “I think white works in this space.” She grinned, and I spotted the appearance of a dimple on the right side of her face. One I’d only seen from afar until now. Up close made my hands itch to cup her face. To hold her and stroke the spot with the pad of my thumb before pressing a kiss on it.One day. Soon.

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean…” She blushed, but her gaze didn’t waver from mine. “It makes it feel brighter. Bigger.” I found myself nodding as I contemplated her observation. “The natural light that streams in now and makes it look airier. Airier, is that a word?” She giggled at herself, and I nodded because she was so damn adorable.

“If that’s not that, what were you going to ask?” I bent to get my roller. “What did you want to know?” I asked as I started to paint.

“Why didn’t you come to my birthday?” My hand stopped rolling, and my body froze. I hadn’t expected her to boldly ask me that. I bent and dropped the roller into the tray before straightening to face her.

“Juniper.” Her name sounded rough in my ears. Sadness reflected in her gaze for a moment, and I felt it as if were my own.I’ve disappointed her.

“I mean…” She licked her lips, and my dick throbbed behind my jeans. I was glad my shirt was long enough that she might not notice. “I invited you. You helped me with my car, and then… nothing.”

“Nothing?” I repeated, accidentally making it sound like a question.

“I mean, I know we’re not buddies, but I just thought…” Her voice drifted off as her eyes searched mine for something, a hint of how I felt for her, but I couldn’t let the hold on the mask I wore drop. “Never mind,” she sighed and turned back to the wall. “It was a stupid question. Let’s just forget about it.” She started to roll the paint onto the wall a little harder and made a cute little huff.

My angel was pissed.

And Jesus Christ, why did I find that so damn sexy?

Seeing this new side to her had me aching to touch her.Do it. It’s close enough. No more waiting! the animalistic unevolved thing inside me shouted.

“So, how is your team doing this season?” She changed the subject, going on about the Eagles and their stats. I could have let it go, make small chitchat, but something inside of me snapped.

I stalked toward her until I was right behind her. My hands gripped the soft roundness of her hips as if she belonged to me.She does,that voice in my head growled. Her roller stopped, and her body went taut.

“There’s no forgetting about it, Juniper,” my voice rumbled in my ears like some kind of motorcycle engine. A buzzing energy filled me from head to toe. “I was there,” I admitted. She flung around without stepping away from my hold. Her eyes lit with fire and sass.

“Bullshit,” she called out, and my eyes widened.

“I didn’t know angels could curse.” The words slipped past my lips before I could stop them.

“Angels?” she asked softly. Obviously, my little slipup took out a little bit of the heat from her anger.

“I was there,” I repeated and sighed. “Beautiful,”—my hand tightened its hold on her hip—“I was parked outside.” Her eyes widened, and her breathing changed. Her chest rose and feel, innocently brushing against mine while making her beautiful breasts jiggle beneath her top.

But there was nothing innocent about how it made me feel.