Trick Shot: A Spicy Christmas Novella (Brother Puckers Book 1)
Trick Shot: Chapter 6

Her eyes bug out of her head in disbelief. “You want to shave my legs?” she asks.

I place my hands on her ample hips, pulling her pelvis up into me. “Let’s get slippery, Shortcake.”

She thinks for a second before saying, “Nobody has ever shaved my legs before.”

“Wow! They must be hairy then. Good thing I have more than one razor.”

She scoffs and smacks my chest. “You know what I mean.”

I kiss her nose. “Then I’m happy to be your first. Now strip. Or I haul you over my shoulder and show you how much I don’t care about your hairy legs.”

“So bossy.”

“You have no idea, baby.” Just wait till I put her over my knee.

She presses her lips together, body going taunt. I have no idea where her sexual experience or preferences lie, which we’ll have to talk about while we eat dinner. But I figure shaving her legs is a great introduction to a little bit of kink and an orgasm appetizer or two. No need for safe words…yet.

“You just want me to take my clothes off?” she asks.

I run a finger along her waistband slowly. “Unless you need help.”

She pauses a moment, then says, “I think I might.”

With a sly smile, I waste no time and move to unbutton her jeans before she has a chance to change her mind. The sound of her zipper fills the bathroom. Between that and our heavy breathing, it’s an erotic soundtrack.

“Have I mentioned that granny panties turn me on?” I ask her.

“You haven’t,” she breathes out, the warm air tickling my lips.

I press my hard cock into her lower belly.

“I want to know what color they are.” I kiss her jawline, slipping my tongue along the salty skin there. “And you know what else I want to know?”

“What?” she replies breathlessly.

“If they’re soaked for me.”

Before she can respond, I move one of my hands to her neck and pull her lips to mine roughly. We collide, her grip finding my hips so she can flatten us together. I’m not slow like I wanted myself to be at first; instead, I devour her, her air becoming mine as she opens her mouth to me. The way she kisses, any thoughts of propriety fly out the window. This woman knows how to use her mouth, and together we’re a fire on a cold winter’s night, burning and snapping in a symphony of heat and flame.

Riley moans as I slide my tongue against hers, tangling them together. She tastes like the drink Jace made us: cranberry with the earthy aftertaste of rosemary. Sweet and perfect. I pull back slightly and nip at her bottom lip, then dive back in for another taste, and another. My hand slips inside the front of her pants, and I press my knuckle gently against the wet fabric of her panties.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries, her body jolting at my touch.

I swallow her sounds, hoping Jace can hear us all the way in the kitchen. If I were him, I’d be at the door watching, but he can be more of a gentleman than me. She grabs the front of my shirt with one hand and pulls me impossibly closer, her lips seeking more contact. I oblige her, moving my fingers from her neck to the tresses of her sunset hair as I gently tease the panty-clad seam of her sex.

We make out until my lips start to go numb, and I forget where Riley ends and I begin. Her form is now pliant against mine, and I know if I were to come in skin-to-skin contact with her clit, she’d combust. Reluctantly, I pull back, removing my hand from her pants and bringing my damp fingers to my lips.

She watches as my tongue darts out to lick the flavor there.

“I was right,” I say.

“About what?” she asks, her voice heady with sex.

“You taste like strawberries.” A breathy laugh leaves her, and I can’t resist giving her another lingering kiss. When I’m done, I take a step back so I can undress her this time. I have a job to do, after all. I can’t get distracted, even if that was one of the best kisses of my life. I can’t wait for Jace to experience her touch and taste. He’s going to want to hold her hostage until after the New Year. Which I would one hundred percent endorse.

“You’re really going to shave my legs?” she asks, disbelief still in her question.

I hum, lowering to my knees so I can push her pants down. They’re tight, and with her body now heated, they’re hard to get off. She wiggles her hips to help me, amused sounds spilling from her lips as the pants get stuck.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” I tell her.

“Yes, Sir.” Her tone is teasing, but my entire body thrums at her words.

“Call me that again, Riley, and I may have Jace tie you to my bed all night so I can hear you call me Sir while I make you come till Christmas morning.”

Her hands go to my shoulders, pussy moving closer to my face. It gives me the greenlight that she’d be into that, too. Fuck only one night with this woman; I want to keep her.

When I peel her pants all the way down, revealing lush thighs I want to sink my teeth into, I come face-to-face with her weeping light pink fabric-covered pussy. Her hands squeeze my shoulders and my gaze flicks back to hers. She’s a bit nervous, and I think it’s only because she’s embarrassed about her damn underwear and the slight amount of hair I can see on her legs. It’s ludicrous. I fuck all sorts of people with varying degrees of body hair. And it’s not like Jace and I shave all the hair on our bodies. But I understand it’s different for a lot of the population. I wish I could tell her society’s ideal body standards aren’t my game, but I know that wouldn’t help her discomfort.

I lean forward and kiss her clit through the fabric, loving the way her breath hitches and her nails dig into my muscles. I do it again before moving my hands up the swell of her hips. When I reach the band that’s digging into the skin of her mid-waist, I have the desire to kill whoever created these for women. I’m not even wearing them, but they can’t be comfortable with how fucking tight they are. I’m going to make it my personal mission to kiss away any red marks that reside on her body. The only marks I want on her skin going forward are ones that Jace and I put on her.

Her voice is tense as she asks, “They’re bad, aren’t they?”

I push my hands under the elastic, her body shuddering at the contact of my fingers on the sensitive skin there. “They’re way too tight, but I kind of like them.”

She exhales a breathy laugh. “You’re lying.”

I pull them down inch by inch, my nails teasing her skin as I do. “If you’re wearing them, I like them.”

Riley looks down, a soft expression on her face along with a hint of sadness. A woman like her shouldn’t have that look. And I bet it’s all Chad-hole’s fault.

I make sure to keep eye contact with her as I pull them all the way down, having her step out of them like she did her pants. The scent of her arousal hits me and I salivate. It’s been a hot-minute since I ate a woman out, and while I love the salty taste of Jace on my tongue, this is what I crave right now. But I’m going to be a good boy and wait, because I have a job to do first.

I stand, loving the way I still tower over her despite her height. When she goes to say something, probably about the granny panties or her stubbly legs—or the way I noticed her pussy hair glistening with need for me, I put a finger to her lips. “Let me take care of you, Shortcake. Now arms up.”

Those pine eyes stay on me as she does what she’s told without hesitation. Good, she’s relaxing a bit. I pull the sweater off, tossing it to the floor before making quick work of her simple beige underwire bra. I stand back to get a look at the lovely creature before me. She’s plush everywhere, and her tits are large and heavy with nipples pert and wholly ready for my lips. I love the way her snowflake necklace still shines between her cleavage, so I decide to leave it on for decoration.

“How would you like to do this, shower or bath?” I ask.

She bites her lower lip, eyeing her options. When she catches sight of the bench in the rainforest shower, I know her answer. “Shower. It would be nice to wash up, too. I hate feeling like an airport. Also, I ran my ass through that terminal.” Her nose scrunches a little at that.

Fuck, she’s cute. “One shave and shower coming up.”

I make quick work of turning the shower on and adjusting the temp so it’s not too hot. “There’s shampoo and whatever else you’d like inside. I promise that none of it smells like Old Spice.” I grin at her. “Why don’t you hop in and I’ll gather some shaving supplies?”

Riley nods shyly, covering herself a bit as she moves into the shower. It’s sweet that she’s so shy after I just undressed her. But by the end of tonight, I’ll have her walking around like a nudist. While she sighs at the warm water pounding on her skin, I get to work finding everything I need, including a fun surprise.