Page 18 of All He Wants

Rachel was bent down, handing out gifts with a speed that surprised me — practically a blur. Or maybe I was just still woozy from the near-constant vibration against my clit.

A gift was handed to me and I looked down at it in confusion, unsure what I was supposed to do with it. Nick gently turned over the label so I could see my name and I blinked stupidly for a second.

To Ember, Merry Christmas! Love, Rachel and Lyn

They’d got me a present? That was so… unexpected, and kind, and utterly overwhelming.

Nick nudged me into a seat on the sofa and I plopped down with little resistance. Oakley sat on my other side and soon I had a small pile of gifts building in my lap, much to my astonishment.

“This is too much,” I murmured and Nick gently turned my chin to look at him and kissed me tenderly on the mouth.

“You’re part of the family,” he said simply and I had to swallow a few times before I could speak without my voice shaking.

“Thank you.”

He grinned. “You haven’t opened them yet, they might all be crap.”

I laughed and it sounded wet.

Once all the presents had been divvied up, Rachel and Lyn sat down with Harper on the sofa opposite me and the boys and we all dove in. For a while, there was only the sound of paper tearing and laughter, punctuated by Lyn throwing balls of wadded up wrapping paper at the boys.

I had a couple of presents from Nick’s parents, a ridiculously soft sweater and a hardcover boxset I’d been eyeing that I could only assume Nick had told them about. Oakley had got me a new perfume that came in a bright blue crystal bottle the same colour as my eyes, and Nick had given me an assortment of books, candy, and a pair of small sparkly hoop earrings I’d been admiring in the store a few months back. It was probably the biggest haul of gifts I’d ever had. My aunt, who I’d grown up with, didn’t celebrate the holidays and as my only remaining family I’d only ever received one gift from her every year, on my birthday.

“Thank you all, this is incredible.” My cheeks ached from smiling and I carefully moved my pile of gifts so I could hug everyone in the room. They were kind enough to ignore the dampness of my eyes, which I appreciated.

Rachel left the room and reappeared with plates of pie and some forks, and I accepted a slice happily. It was apple, my favorite, with a cinnamon sugar dusting on top and I forked the first bite into my mouth at the same time that the vibrator sprang to life in my panties, stimulating my overly sensitized clit and making me moan.

“Damn, the pie must be good!” Lyn joked and I laughed even as I shot Nick a glare out the corner of my eye. He widened his eyes at me with faux innocence and when the vibrator cranked up another level I squirmed. Except, I could see both of Nick’s hands.

My head whipped around and Oakley’s eyes burned into me as I gaped at him. One of his hands was on his fork and the other was in his pocket. Had it been Oakley teasing me this whole time?

His grin was wicked as he ate a piece of the pie and I watched, hypnotised, as his mouth closed around the fork in a slow glide that had me feeling breathless.

I stood up, feeling a gush of wetness between my legs as Oakley drove the vibration higher, watching me intently like a challenge. “Going to use the restroom,” I muttered and darted out of the room. If I was going to make it through the rest of the afternoon, I was going to need to take the edge off.

The stairs disappeared under me as I moved up them quickly, desperation making my movements frantic as the vibrator slid against me like a taunt.

A few more paces and I reached our room. The door thudded against the wall as I threw it open and hurried inside.

I wasn’t going to make it to the bed.

I leaned against the wall just inside the door as my hand pushed beneath my waistband and found my throbbing core instantly. I was so wet it was hard to feel what I was doing, and I growled in frustration, needing friction more than anything right then.

“Look at our girl,” a low voice remarked and I froze, glancing to my left to find Nick and Oakley leaning in the doorway with identical smug looks on their faces. “So needy. Trying to get herself off before we said she could.”

Oakley took a step forward and caught my wrist, pulling my hand gently out of my trousers even when I whimpered. He tutted and brought my fingers to his lips, licking his way up one until he sucked them both into his mouth in a teasing motion that reminded me exactly how talented his tongue could be.

My knees went weak and when Oakley shut off the vibrator I slumped. He caught me easily and I could feel how much he wanted me against my stomach even through our clothes.

“My parents and Harper have gone for a post-dinner walk,” Nick said, moving closer and slowly unbuttoning my shirt until it hung open between us. “Do you know what that means, baby?”

I shook my head as Oakley pushed the shirt off of my shoulders, leaving me bared to them. He smirked as he took in my taut nipples and heaving breaths. “It means, there’s nobody around to hear you scream.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Oakley

She was a beautiful mess. Flushed cheeks, tits that begged to be made red from my mouth, make-up beginning to smear around her eyes and breaths coming so fast that I knew it would only take one touch to bring her over the edge.