7
Gavin
I pull back from her. “Thank you, Cassie.” I hold the candy dispenser tight in my hands and hold it to my chest. I don’t think I can express to her what this means to me.
“It’s no big deal, really,” she says, but I can tell that she’s pleased by my reaction.
“It is, though… to me.” I lean back before I do something stupid, like kiss her again. “I guess it’s your turn now.”
“Yep!” she says, picking up the box from the coffee table.
Unlike me, she rips off the ribbon and the wrapping paper in one fast swoop. She fights with the taped edge of the box and eventually just rips it open, sending the item inside to the floor.
I reach over to pick it up and bring it up to hand to her, but the soft black material draws my attention. I hold it up between us, and Cassie’s face turns fifty shades of red.
“Oh my God!” she exclaims, reaching for it. She stuffs it back into the box, but it’s too late. The damage is done. “My sister, how embarrassing.”
Her sister gave her an almost see-through nightie, and already I’m picturing Cassie in it with it wrapped around her curves. She is trying to put the silky material back into the box, but it seems to just slide around before she huffs, wadding it up and stuffing it in.
“So I’m going to get ready for bed.”
“Cassie, wait,” I tell her, holding back a groan. I’m so screwed, even her mentioning the word bed is enough to raise my desire another notch.
“No, I’m going to go.” She gets up, and I stand up too and start to follow her. Like a horny teenager, my cock is bulging in my pants, but I ignore it. I’ve come to the conclusion it’s just going to be a permanent state as long as Cassie is around.
“You don’t have to go to… bed,” I croak out. An image of her in the nightgown, sliding across the sheets of my big bed in the guestroom comes to light in my head, and I clutch on to the back of the couch.
She stops when she gets to the door. Her cheeks are still red, but at least she’s looking at me. “I had a great day today, Gavin. Good night.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to stop her, to beg her to stay, but I don’t. Instead I watch her disappear in the room and shut the door behind her. “Me too,” I whisper into the empty room.
Cassie
I throw myself across the bed and bang my head on the pillow. I jerk my phone off the nightstand and text my sister.
Really?!? That’s the gift you wanted me to open on Christmas Eve. Really?
Her reply is almost instant. Yes. I figured you would need them since I took out your old lady pajamas.
I gasp and jump off the bed, throwing open my suitcase. Sure enough, there’s no pajamas. Not even something I could use as a nightshirt.
You went too far!!! I text her back.
The little bubbles pop up, and then another text comes through. Oh really? You probably went too far by sending Ben here too without telling me.
I jab into the phone. It was for your own good.
I get two laughing emojis and then, The nightie was for your own good too. Just admit you love the guy and be done with it.
I roll my eyes. You admit you love Ben and be done with it.
That seems to stump her because a few minutes go by before I get the next text. I just want you happy. Be happy. Merry Christmas, sis.
Damn. I never could stay mad at her. I want you happy too. Love you. Merry Christmas.
I throw myself down on the bed and quietly groan into the pillow. I still can’t believe I opened that barely-there nightgown in front of Gavin. He probably thinks I’m a stalker and had this all planned out.
I grab the offensive nightie off the bed and go to the joined bathroom. A hot shower and bed. Maybe after that I’ll be ready for tomorrow and another day of spending time with Gavin.
I take my time in the shower and then lie back down in the bed. I never did thank Alison for the nightgown. It is a nice one. I run my hands across the smooth material on my stomach and down to my thighs. Of course, I’m sure women in Montana need more than this flimsy material to keep them warm.
My thoughts instantly go to a certain military man, knowing he could keep me hot all night long. I groan and cover my face with my arm.
I lie in the bed for what seems like hours, but I know I’m not going to be able to sleep.
I get up and tiptoe to the door, opening it quietly. All the lights are off in the living room, and when I look toward Gavin’s bedroom door, the light seems to be off there.
I’ll just heat up some hot milk, and maybe that will help me sleep.
I walk as quietly as possible to the kitchen and with the light from my phone and the moon shining in the window, I search for a pan. Luckily, I know where to look, considering I made spaghetti earlier.
I pour milk into the pan and turn the stove on before leaning back on the counter by the sink. I cross my arms over my chest and rub my arms up and down. I definitely should have grabbed a sweater or something.
The milk starts to warm, and I turn to the drawer with the cooking spoons. I have my hand wrapped around one when the lights flip on. I freeze with my eyes clenched shut. Please tell me this isn’t happening.
8
Gavin
I can’t sleep. All I can think about is the soft material of that nightgown and the feel of Cassie in my arms when I held her.
My cock is so hard I feel as if I’m about to explode. I can take care of it easily. With my dick in my hand, I stroke myself once, then twice when I hear footsteps outside my bedroom door. I lift up in the bed and listen closely, and noises from the kitchen have me on my feet.
I fight with myself all of two minutes before I decide to go and check on her. She’s not used to the house or the kitchen; the only hospitable thing to do is to help her. I pull on a pair of jeans, open the bedroom door, and walk down the hall. As soon as I get to the kitchen door, I open it and flip on the light.
Fuck me!
There’s matching fucking panties too. How did I miss that?
The black nightie is short, showing off her lush ass.
Like a fuckin’ wet dream, Cassie is bent over the counter in the kitchen, looking in a drawer for something, and I’m standing here about to shoot a load into my jeans.
Without another thought, I walk across the kitchen and put my hands on each side of her, caging her into the counter. She still hasn’t moved, and I know I’ve shocked her.
My breath is heavy as I whisper her name. “Cassie.”
Her head drops between her shoulders, and her knuckles are turning white from the hard hold she has on the spoon in her hand. “Yeah?” I hear her murmur.
Her voice is thick and filled with emotion, but she still doesn’t move. “Baby, I’m sorry,” I tell her as I lean in and press my body to her backside. Her head raises, and she gasps, her hips automatically flexing toward me. My bulge fits nicely right between her plump ass cheeks. I pull her hair to the side, exposing her long neck. I want to taste her—hell, I want to fuck her so bad I can taste it, but not yet. Not until I have her permission.
“Can I kiss you?”