White-Hot Christmas by Serenity Woods Page A

me laugh.”
    “I…can’t…help it…” She tipped her head back. “It feels like…you’re trying to…spear me…through the wall!”
    “Do you want me to stop?” Please, please don’t say yes .
    “It’s…too late…for that…” She panted, unable to kiss him now, to do anything but breathe in big gasps. Her eyes drifted shut. “I think I’m…going to…oh!”
    Her muscles tightened around him, squeezing him as her orgasm started. “Open your eyes,” he demanded, and she did so, blinking as she tried to focus on him, small cries escaping her soft, bruised mouth. At that moment, her head tipped back on the wall, her eyes wide with pleasure, he’d never seen anything so beautiful and erotic.
    It was too much for him and his own climax started, his muscles pulsing as he felt the familiar rush and focus of his whole being in his groin.
    At that exact moment, just as they reached their peak, someone knocked at the door.

Chapter Seven
    They both jumped but were too far gone to stop, and Merle clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to cover up her cries, while Neon leaned his head on her shoulder, cursing and laughing at the same time as his body continued to pulse.
    “What?” he barked out as soon as he was able, hoping fervently it wasn’t his mother.
    “Are you all right in there?” Jake’s concerned voice was followed by a muffled snort, presumably from Bree. “It sounds like you’re in pain!”
    “Oh Christ.” Merle met Neon’s gaze, trying hard not to laugh and failing miserably.
    He glared at the door. “Fuck off, Jake!”
    His cousin’s laughter echoed and Neon shook his head, joining in, planting a kiss on Merle’s hair as his body finally began to calm. “I’m so sorry!”
    “I’m not—I haven’t had so much fun in years.” She met his eyes, her own very warm and filled with amusement as her breathing started to slow. “Oh my God, I swear I’m not going to be able to walk for a week.” She unlinked her ankles and he let her slide down him as he withdrew carefully. She groaned as she straightened her legs, wincing.
    Laughing ruefully, he pulled his shorts up then wrapped her in his arms. She lifted her head and he studied her, smiling, bending to kiss her, long and languidly, tightening his arms around her. Afterward he rested his cheek on the top of her head, kissing her hair as she snuggled up to him.
    It took a moment for him to move, but eventually he said, “We’d better go out. I think they’re still out there.” He bent and picked up his shirt, pulling it on and buttoning it.
    “Can you go first? I need to…you know.” She nodded at the toilet.
    “Of course.” He unlocked the door. He looked over his shoulder, then came back and pressed a kiss to her lips. He hesitated.
    “Go on.” She smiled. “I’m okay.”
    He met her gaze. For a second he saw a hint of sadness in her eyes, like the glimpse of a coin at the bottom of a well. Then it vanished and she winked, playful once again.
    Blowing her a kiss, he went out and shut the door behind him.
     
    Merle waited for a moment. There was a second of silence, then Bree and Jake burst out laughing.
    “Very funny,” Neon said wryly. “Bastard.”
    “Neon, we could hear the two of you from down the hall, it was hardly a secret assignation.”
    Merle groaned quietly.
    “So what? She was giving me an early Christmas present.”
    “Oh, she was giving you one all right.”
    A string of expletives came from the firefighter, followed by more laughter from the other two.
    “Where’s Merle?” Amusement filled Bree’s voice.
    “Waiting for you two to bugger off. Come on, leave her alone and don’t embarrass her—she gets enough of that from me.” His voice grew fainter as he propelled them out of the room.
    Merle sat with her face in her hands. Dear God, what was she doing? She was a guest in a strange house and she’d dragged a man off for a quickie while his mother was in the next room, for crying out loud. Oh