Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I should be nervous, but I’m not. I’m excited. I don’t know why, but everything feels right.
“Definitely!”
CHAPTER FIVE
Quinn
“What a lovely surprise!” Mom says after I introduce Jemma. “Quinn, you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend!”
My dad grabs my shoulder and gives it a loving squeeze. “How long have you two been together?”
“Long enough to know she’s the one,” I say as I slide my arm around her. Her face lights up in a beautiful smile as she leans into me.
“We knew immediately,” Jemma says, smiling up at me. “It was like Cupid himself struck us with his arrow.”
“Well, I’m glad he has good aim,” my mom says, taking our coats and ushering us inside. The house is just how I remembered it—warm, cozy, and smelling of baked goods. Dad has a roaring fire going in the living room and mom has something delicious cooking in the oven. “Go warm up by the fire and we’ll bring you a little snack.”
“And some refreshments,” Dad says with a wink. “The strong kind.”
My mom and dad are the best hosts. They disappear into the kitchen as I bring Jemma into the cozy family room.
“Oh wow,” she says with a sparkle in her eye as she looks at the beautiful Christmas tree and at all of the stunning decorations along the fireplace. “I’m so happy to be here, you have no idea.”
I wrap my arms around her as she tears up.
“I was going to be home alone for Christmas,” she says as she looks at the sparkling tree. “Thank you for bringing me here, Quinn.”
I cup her cheek and tilt her mouth up, moaning when I catch a glimpse of her sexy little tongue behind those white teeth. I lean down and press my mouth to hers, loving the way her body melts against me.
We should have stopped at a hotel first. I can’t go another minute without being inside her. I want her so badly.
She moans as I kiss her deeper until she suddenly pulls away when my parents walk into the room, dishes clinking.
“Hey, there’s no mistletoe over there,” Dad says with a chuckle. He’s holding a bottle of wine and four glasses.
“I’m sorry,” Jemma says, pulling away with blushing cheeks.
“Oh, stop that,” my mother says, putting down a large tray onto the coffee table. It’s overflowing with slices of pound cake, date squares, and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. “I’ve been waiting forever to see my son in love. You kiss that boy all you want.”
Jemma takes my hand and squeezes it as we sit down on the couch. Dad pours the wine and mom offers my girl a cookie.
They ask her a million questions as I sit back and listen, admiring everything about her. By the time Dad is pouring refills, they’re as smitten with her as I am.
“We had set up your old bedroom,” Mom says as Dad tosses another log in the fire, “but I think you’d be more comfortable in the guest suite over the garage.”
There’s a king-sized bed and a private bathroom, plus it’s far enough from the rest of the house that no one but me will be able to hear my girl moaning late in the night.
We make our way up to the room while Mom and Dad stay back to finish up dinner.
“Are you sure you’re okay with me being here?” Jemma asks when I close the door of our room for the week.
“Because I can hop on a bus and head back,” she says as she looks around the room. “I would just need a ride to the bus station, or I guess I can order an Uber.”
I’m slowly walking toward her, my hungry eyes locked on her like a ravenous wolf stalking a helpless fawn.
“I’ll understand,” she says as she looks out the window. “It’s your family and I’m just a—Oh!”
She swallows hard when she turns around and sees me approaching. Her sexy lips part when she sees the raging lust and unquenchable desire in my eyes.
“The only place I want you,” I growl as I grip her hips, letting her feel my strength, “is on the bed, naked, with your legs spread wide open.”
She swallows hard and shivers in my arms. Her breaths start coming out quick and raspy. I can feel her heart pounding in her chest.
“Your parents…” she says breathlessly as I start kissing her neck. Her head rolls back and she moans, submitting to me.
“They won’t bother us,” I say as I start walking her backward toward the bed.
“How do you know for sure?”
“My mom wants grandkids.”
She laughs.
I slide my hands down the back of her thighs and pull up her knees, dropping her onto the bed. She wraps her arms around me as I climb on top of her, kissing her lips, her neck, the top of her chest.