The Mistletoe Bet

by Maren Moore

I can feel how badly Parker wants me as he flexes his hips against me. “Are you sure you want this, Quinn?” I don’t hesitate in my response, blurting it out before I lose the courage. “I’m more than sure. Fuck me, Parker. Please.”

“If you only knew how many times I’ve fantasized about this. Fuck, every time I came as a teenager, it was your name on my lips. This is not new for me, love. I’ve wanted you since we were kids.”

“I want to worship you, Quinn Scott.”

“I love seeing you look at me that way, love,”

“Parker, I’m…” I trail off, unable to meet his eyes. “God, I’m so sorry.” “What do you have to be sorry for, Quinn? You just squirted all over my fucking face, and I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. How about we do it again?”

“I…I’m on birth control, and I’m one hundred percent clean. It’s also been a while for me,” I say, “if you want to…you know, go without one.” “Fuck, Quinn. There’s nothing more in the world I want than to fuck you bare.”

I guide him to my entrance, and his hand covers mine. Together, we drag the blunt head of his cock through my wetness.

“Parker,” I moan as he guides his cock through my drenched center, focusing on my throbbing clit. “Please.” “Fuck, I love to hear you beg.”

“Last night was not just a random hookup for me, Quinn.”

“There’s no way that I can only have you once. Fuck no, Quinn. All I can think about is the way you taste.”

“The way your tight, little body moved on top of mine while I was buried inside you.”

“I can’t believe you kept this picture after all this time,” I say, my eyes lifting to his. He’s starting intently, his hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks as he leans against one of the bookcases. “Of course I kept it, Quinn. Just because you left doesn’t mean that I was going to forget you,”

“Goddamnit, love. You look so good taking my cock.”

“Good girl, just like that. Soak my cock.”

“Next time I hear you talk badly about yourself, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank the fuck out of your ass.”

“First of all, even if I was sleeping with someone, I don’t need to discuss it with anyone, and definitely not over Christmas lunch! Second, there is nothing going on with Parker. We’re friends—we’ve always been friends since we were kids.”

“Actually, that’s not true.”

“Owen, I like your sister, and even though I’m pretty sure she’s going to give me a black eye for saying it out loud, I’m going to pursue her, and I hope you’ll be okay with it because it’s not changing.”

“Would it be so bad if Parker and I were together?” “No,” Owen sputters, “I just…I don’t know, Quinn. He’s my best friend. He’s basically like family.”

“There’s nothing familial about how I feel about your sister,”