Debt

23: Holiday Cheer

Evan and Larielle were in his bed, and he was holding her around the waist. She had slept with him the night before, but they hadn't had sex. Her exact words were, "I just took a shower and don't want to get all sticky. Not even in a good way."

It didn't stop him getting her out of those pajamas. She had entered his room in a robe. So he removed the robe only to discover that she had on a short set. The pajamas had to go without a question. And she hadn't protested. She liked when they were skin to skin.

They were discussing school right now. He would be in school until he was twenty-one.

"So you just have to do this one year?" Evan asked her, sounding skeptical. She giggled.

"How many years should I have to if dual enrolling since sophomore year handled prerequisites? It only usually takes three or four years to earn a BA. And I would assume that by now for me this is year número cuatro. My daddy left me enough money to buy my building and start myself up. My daddy was so supportive of me, you know. He never pushed too hard or anything."

Evan stroked her hair away from her face and she smiled at him.

"He would've liked you, pretending to be a gentleman while you stare at my ass."

He chuckled and put her under him, caging her between his strongs arms. "You would stare at your ass too. At least I was nice about it."

"Unbelievable!" she joked, playfully hitting his chest.

"I'm just saying. You can check out my ass too. There."

She shook her head, laughing. He took her lips in a kiss. Her arms slid around his waist, and she let her lips part and allowed his tongue to slip between them, caressing the insides of her mouth.

Just to be a little weird, he licked the roof of her mouth and she laughed, pushing him off.

"What is your deal, Evan?"

He shrugged and pecked her lips, sitting up. "What, Ma?" he asked just before she could knock.

"Please don't make me give you a calcium rich breakfast of your teeth, Evan. And anyway, I want the girl. Not you."

Evan and Larielle exchanged a look, and he shrugged. So she got up, pulling on her robe and smoothing her hair before she opened the door.

Shayla looked at the teen and raised a brow. "I was going to ask if you wanted to join me and Abrielle in making ornaments for the tree. But you are clearly very busy, hot mama. Wrap it up."

Shayla closed the door behind herself and Larielle turned beet red. She could feel how hot her face was.

"Um, hey. Are you okay, Larielle?"

"Your mom just told us to use protection. I'm embarrassed. Why are you not embarrassed?"

"I'm used to her knowing what I'm up to. Besides, she likes you, and you have nothing to worry about. Come here."

He pulled her to him and kissed her neck, warm with flush. "Do you need water?"

"Just let me... I'll be right back."

Larielle went into his bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, calming herself down. When she came back, Evan was on the bed, looking a little concerned.

"Better?"

"Much better."

"Can I unwrap my gift early?" he wondered, kissing her neck and tugging at the belt of the silk robe.

"Yes," she moaned in consent.

He took her robe off and laid her back on his bed, taking in the sexy lingerie she was wearing. He'd picked it out for her, and he had to admit he loved the way it was looking on her frame.