The Firework Exploded (The Holidays #3)(42)

She sets the DVD’s down on the chair next to her when I hand her another smaller box, wrapped in the same white paper. Noel quickly unwraps it, letting the paper flutter to the floor. I watch her eyes fill with tears when she pulls the lid off and sees what’s inside.

Pulling the item out for her, I wrap it around her wrist.

“It’s a charm bracelet, with a charm for every major event in our lives so far,” I explain, clasping the ends together.

Noel twists her wrist, running her fingers over each charm.

“A Christmas tree for when we met and fell in love, Cupid holding a heart for when I officially proposed, and an American flag for our wedding,” I tell her with a tense shrug, hoping she doesn’t think it’s the dumbest gift in the world.

She finally lifts her face to mine and steps forward, pressing her hands against my chest.

“It’s perfect, Sam. I love it. How much time do we have before the ceremony?” she asks.

Bringing my arm up between us, I twist my wrist to look at my watch.

“About twenty minutes.”

Her hands slide down my chest, gliding across my stomach and continue their descent until I take in a shuddering breath when I realize what she’s doing. One of her hands stops to fumble with my belt, and the other keeps descending until I feel her palm my dick through my dress pants.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to test out the merchandise before I buy it,” she tells me in a low, raspy voice filled with need.

I groan when she expertly undoes my belt, button and zipper with one hand and slides them both inside my pants and boxer briefs. My hips jerk against her when one of her hands cups my balls and the other wraps around my shaft, moving it slowly up and down.

Noel lets out a squeal of surprise when I yank her hands out of my pants, smack my palms against her ass and clutch it tightly as I lift her up against me. She grabs onto my shoulder with one hand, using the other to quickly bunch up the material of her dress and move it out of the way, wrapping her legs around my waist as I move. I walk the couple of steps needed to get to the wall, pushing her up against it right next to the window that looks out over the backyard where all of the guests have started taking their seats.

“I hate to inform you, but this test drive might be the fastest one you’ve ever experienced. I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight, tomorrow night, and every night for the rest of our lives, just please don’t judge me on what will most likely be a twenty-second performance, and promise me you’ll still purchase the merchandise” I beg her.

Noel reaches between our bodies to shove her blue lace thong to side while I hold her up against the wall. Not wanting to have her thong get in the way of what I’m about to do to her, I grab the thin strap by her hip and yank it as hard as I can until it rips apart from the rest of the material. She drops one of her legs from around me long enough to let the ruined lace flutter down her leg and fall to the floor.

“Holy shit, that was hot,” she mutters, lifting her leg back in place as I push the front of my boxers down just far enough for my dick to be free. “Also, I’ve had an orgasm brewing ever since I hosed you down in the yard yesterday, so twenty seconds is plenty of time.”

She pants as I push my hips forward and the head of my cock slides through her wetness.

“I’ll race you to the finish line. Last one there has to be the one to cut Aunt Bobbie off after seven martinis and before she starts taking her clothes off.”

We groan in unison as I push into her in one smooth, hard motion, agreeing to whatever she asks as long as she lets me do this for the rest of our lives. You know, without the whole melting vagina thing and the yard filling up with strippers and Amish people.

Noel’s thighs tighten around my hips, urging me to move harder and faster as I f*ck her against the wall, dipping my head down between her cleavage to pepper the tops of her tits with open-mouthed kisses.

Right when I finally feel like I might have been wrong, like maybe I’m not really doomed and maybe all of the bad, crazy shit has finally past us, I go and do something completely stupid. While Noel clutches tightly to my shoulders, moaning softly and thrusting her hips up rapidly to meet mine as I drive my cock in and out of her, I open my mouth. Instead of staying quiet and just enjoying what’s happening and how good it feels, I open my mouth and mutter something about how I could die a happy man right now. No sooner do the words leave my mouth when a loud boom sounds from outside, shaking the house and rattling the windows.

Noel might have fixed our luck with the new, borrowed, and blue shit, but I just f*cked it all up by mentioning my death when my dick is buried inside the love of my life. The bad, crazy shit has found us once again, and going by the screams currently coming from outside in the yard, no one will be able to escape unharmed.





Chapter 16




Lenny and the Goat Fuckers

Noel


“Holy shit, what was that?” Sam asks, the movement of his hips coming to an abrupt halt when an explosion shakes the house and the muffled sounds of screaming can be heard from out in the yard.

I know I should be concerned that our wedding might currently be in the process of falling apart, but with Sam’s penis only halfway inside of me when he stopped, and teetering on the edge of an orgasm ever since he told me I looked stunning, I don’t really care about much right now. I don’t even care that I’ve spent the last seven months painstakingly making sure I’m showered, shaved, and smelling wonderful before we have sex, just like every good woman does at the beginning of a relationship. All it took were a few sweet words from Sam before I attacked him and stopped caring if he got near my sweaty vagina that may or may not smell like the breakfast casserole my mother made this morning as it leaked from the pores of my *.