Taivon: Book Three of the Cantrell Brothers Series

Chapter Thirty-Nine

“Taiv.”

He rolled over, covering his head with the pillow. They'd gone out to eat last night, at this bar that served the best pork steak he'd ever tasted. He'd even taken some of Alix's fries and dipped them in the A1sauce. Hadn't felt guilty at all. But after playing darts until about one in the morning, he felt a little tired.

She poked him. “Taiv. Wake up.”

“Unnh...” he mumbled, too lazy to talk. After she flicked his shoulder, he said, “What?”

“It's snowing!”

He kept his face buried under the pillow. “S-S-So? It snowed last n-night.”

“But it's so nice outside.”

Taivon didn't say anything. But like always, his Alix didn't give up. She pushed at his shoulders, tickled his neck. And when that didn't work, she started to jump on the bed. The way she laughed made him smile, and with every dip of the mattress, Taivon felt his grin getting wider.

Flipping onto his back, he kicked her legs out from under her. She landed with an oof before trying ot get back up again. But he didn't let her. He took both her hands in his and held them up, content to just look at this woman on top of him. She looked so cute, perched on his legs, hair a little messy, with one of his shirts covering her. So cute and all his.

“Yuh-Yuh-You are so b-beautiful.”

“I bet I'll look even more beautiful outside,” she sang.

“And wuh-what do you wuh-wuh-wanna do outside th-th-th-that's so important yuh-you have to wake m-me up?”

“Make snow angels. Build a snowman. Lots o' stuff.” She grinned, squeezing his hands. “C'mon. It'll be fun.”

He flipped them over so she was on her back. Sitting back on his heels, he unbuttoned his shirt she had on, going slow just because he could. She watched, looking transfixed, as he ran his hands up an down her abdomen, stopping to cup her petite breasts.

The last couple of days he'd taken to using her Kindle, downloading her books, and reading them. He only had about fifty pages left in the third book of her series. Every time he came upon a more intimate scene, he usually stopped what they were both doing and re-enacted it. The best was when he'd read in the car, and they had to pull over.

“Taiv.”

“Yeah?”

“I'll never get enough of you.”

“Good.” He smiled and stroked his length. “'C-'C-'Cause there's a lot of m-me t-t-t-to...have.”

She rolled her eyes, smacked his hand away, and pulled on him herself. “You are such a tease.”

“Here.” Taivon moved so he was sitting down, with his back propped up against the headboard. He brought a pillow to rest behind his lower back, propped his arms over head, leaned back, and patiently waited. “T-T-Tease me a little.”

On her hands and knees, Alix crawled towards him, until she was literally breathing onto his arousal. He made himself appear calm, completely unlike how he was ready to explode inside. She looked up at him with those wide, onyx eyes; and when she dipped her head down to encompass him in her mouth, he was lost.

Closing his eyes, he kept one hand wrapped up in her hair. The other, he let rest behind his head, forcing himself to make this last before he brought her on top of him and sunk into her. This time, however, he let her lick and taste as much as she wanted, but when he felt himself reaching that precarious peak, he lifted her up, poistioning himself at her entrance.