“And my work here is done,” Jackson says patting me on the back. “I hope you got me a fucking big Xmas present.” He laughs as he walks to the door. “Let’s go grab a drink before the big dinner starts.”
“Just give us a moment,” I say, pulling Mel into my arms. I need some fucking privacy to discharge all this bottled-up tension of the last few weeks. I know a kiss will not be nearly enough, but it will at least keep me from combusting until I can explode it all into her – which is going to take more than one blow.
She smells amazing. I yank her closer and smell her some more, absorbing her closeness, letting her voodoo spell on me take effect.
I softly place my lips on hers. She tastes as good as she smells.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers and her lips brush mine with every word.
“For?” Even this light connection has enough spark to jump-start my engine.
“Not trusting you.” With a low murmur of submission, she wraps her arms around my neck and deepens our kiss. It works for me. I lose track of time.
When she pulls back, both of us breathless and panting for air, I lick the little taste of her left on my lips, needing more.
“I should have trusted you and let you explain. It’s just that these feelings are so overwhelming that I’m scared of losing you all the time.” Her hands move down my torso and stop at the brim of my pants.
“Ditto. But we’ll have to learn to trust each other, okay?” She looks down as if she’s shy. Then her fingers dance over the buckle of my belt, playing sheepishly with it.
I’m certain she doesn’t mean for it to be sexual, but this unintentional movement, just inches from my needy cock, is giving me a zing nevertheless.
“Fuck this,” I grunt and my lips lock onto hers, my tongue dipping deep, tangling with hers.
Fucking heaven.
She jerks and shoves me away, running to throw up into the dustbin. I hold her hair and gently stroke her back.
“You okay?” She lifts her head and takes the cloth I’m holding for her. I grab her ginger ale and hand her the glass. She takes a small sip and then looks at me with angry eyes.
“I’m sure this flu is your fault!” she groans and pulls her face, wrinkling her nose and it’s extremely sexy. But the thought I’ve been repressing this whole time surfaces to slam me right between the eyes. Has she thought about the possibility at all?
“How do you think that?” I ask, wondering about her conclusion.
“Yes, you broke my heart, or it could be an STD?” I smile at her awkwardness. It’s so damn cute. I pull her close again.
“Firstly, no STD. I get tested for every possible disease as part of my job. I’m clean as a whistle. Secondly, I’m sorry for breaking your heart. I was hurt too, and stubborn and stupid. I’m really sorry.”
“Mostly stupid.” Smartass.
“I didn’t make you sick, but I could give you a PENIS-cillin injection to make you better.”
“You are fudging unbelievable!” she complains pulling an adorable face.
“I know, and handsome and hot and lovable AND not cheating … shall I go on?” She pushes me away and barfs again into the dustbin. I hold her hair to the side, wishing I could do more.
“You know, that’s the first time I ever got that reaction from a girl in my arms.”
“I do wish I could send you back to hell right now!” She takes another sip from the ginger ale. Logan walks in.
“Merry Christmas,” he says, following it up with, “Haley wants to know what’s taking you so long?” He looks from me to Mel. I’m still holding her hair in my hand.
“Merry Christmas, buddy.” I grab him into a very real welcome home hug – with the usual male backslap. Mel hugs him too.
“I’ll see you at the table,” she whines as she takes her glass and walks away leaving me staring at her ass and Logan staring at me. Shit, I messed up big time. But at least it seems that we’ve sorted it out.
Logan takes a banana from the bowl of fruit on the table. He opens the dustbin to throw away the peel, but then slams the lid closed, pulling a sour face.
“Fuck, what’s that smell?”
“Oh, that’s what was taking so long. Your sister brought up her tummy contents in there.”
“I’m worried about my sister. She really doesn’t look well.” I know. And I’m wondering if I could be right. But wouldn’t Ilkay have noticed the symptoms and thought about it? Maybe I’m wrong.
“We just went through a rough time … all because of crazy Chloe.”
“Flip, Chloe really is fucking coo-coo. What if she’s like that girl from the movie who cooked the bunny?” He’s serious.
“What? Fatal Attraction?”
“Yeah, that one. Mel better keep an eye on Doom or he could end up in a pot.” Is he pulling my leg? His face is blank so I can’t tell.
“Don’t pull the duck from the water, bro.”
“Yes, I know. But dude, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck … it is a fucking crazy duck!”
“No arguing here.” Chloe is mentally unstable at best. I’m just not sure how far she would go. Is she psycho enough to cook a cat?
Date = 26 December
Place = San Francisco (on the road)
POV Damion
WARNING sex scene!!!
“Are you sure you don’t want to spend another day?” Uncle John is already busy making coffee and he hands me a cup with some cream. Great, just what I need.
“I think we need a little time alone to talk everything out properly,” I explain, “And I’m leaving again tonight.”