Big Package

by Opal Carew

  “Yes. You can do more. I trust you.”

  He stopped moving. At his hesitation, she glanced over her shoulder. His eyes were dark and serious.

  “Is there something wrong?” she asked.

  He shook his head. “No, nothing. Everything is perfect.”

  Then his finger slid deeper still and she murmured softly.

  Kalen stroked Holly’s back passage.

  Oh, God, she was beautiful. So sweet and open. So willing to please him.

  And she trusted him so deeply. He felt honored by that. He never wanted to betray that trust.

  He slid another finger inside her tight opening. God, it was so tight and hot. And the feel of her squeezing his fingers . . . the thought of her passage squeezing his big cock . . . had him sporting a raging erection.

  He’d never be able to slide his huge cock inside her there, but what he felt every time he had sex with her had to be just like the tightness most guys felt having anal with a woman.

  Man, he wanted to press his aching cockhead to her slick pussy right now and glide inside, but he wanted to experience this mock-threesome more. He wanted to bring her the joy of two cocks inside her. The thought was making him so hard he could barely stand it.

  He kissed the back of her neck. “God, baby, I can’t believe you’re going to let me push two hard cocks inside you.”

  “Oh, yes. Please. I want you to.”

  He grabbed the blue cock from the table and positioned it above his own, then wrapped the straps around his waist and under his crotch. He slathered the silicone penis with gel and pressed it to her glistening opening.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes! Please.”

  He pushed it forward. Slowly. She sucked in a breath, and he stopped.

  “More,” she pleaded.

  He smiled, then pushed forward some more. The sight of the blue shaft disappearing inside her drove his heart rate to a frantically pounding beat.

  “All the way. Push it deep inside me,” she begged.

  “Fuck.” He pushed it inside her. His cock glided over her slick folds, making him gasp.

  He pressed her thighs together and pulled back, then glided forward again. Her slick flesh and thighs cocooned him in warmth.

  “Oh, that feels so good. Now I want to feel your cock inside my pussy.”

  God, her using those words made him crazy with need, and he was sure she knew it.

  He drew back and both his cock and the dildo fell free.

  “Stand up, baby.”

  She stood, and he sat down on the couch where she’d been.

  “Turn around.”

  She faced away from him, and he guided her to sit down. She lowered onto him, and he positioned the dildo to slide into her ass, while his cock glided along her folds. He pressed it tight against her slick flesh with one hand. His other hand, still around her waist, urged her to move up and down.

  Holly moaned at the feel of the two cocks stimulating her. One moving inside her ass, the other gliding over her sensitive opening. His fingers found her clit and teased it.

  She surged up, so high the dildo slipped from inside her. She pressed his huge cockhead to her opening. She slowly lowered herself onto him, loving his groan of approval. She felt the other cock nudge her back opening, and as she kept moving downward, it pushed inside her ass.

  “Oh, God.” She whimpered at the feel of the two cocks sliding deeper inside her. It was a slow and mind-blowingly pleasurable descent.

  Finally, she sat on him, two cocks deep inside her.

  His hands cupped her breasts as his lips trailed along her back, sending quivers through her.

  “Do you like that, baby? My two cocks inside you.”

  She nodded, knowing her words would come out too slurred to understand.

  She sucked in air, squeezing his cocks inside her. He moaned.

  “I want you to fuck me now.” She managed to say it almost coherently. “To drive both your big cocks inside me until I scream.”

  He kissed the back of her neck, his hands wandering over her breasts.

  “Yeah, baby. I want to do that.”

  His fingers found her clit and he teased it, sending heated lighting jolting through her.

  Her fingers tightened around his arms. “Yes. Oh, God.”

  With his hands tightly around her waist, he rolled her sideways and onto the floor, until she was bent over the couch again. He drew back, the shafts gliding along her openings . . . then he pushed inside again.

  Electricity bolted through her.

  He pulled back and glided deep again.

  “Oh, Kalen. That’s so—” She whimpered when he pushed deep inside her yet again.

  “I love filling you with my cocks. You feel so good around me.”

  She squeezed him and he groaned.

  “Keep going. Fill me deep and hard.”

  He laughed, then drove deep. She moaned. Pleasure quivered through her entire body.

  He picked up speed, thrusting, filling her. Blissful sensations shot through her.

  She shivered in his arms. His cock pulsed inside her and she almost lost it.

  Her whole body was trembling and his breathing was erratic. She could feel his puffs of warm air on her neck.

  “Oh, yes, Kalen. That’s so good.” The last word trailed off in a whimper as pleasure swelled within her.

  He pumped into her and each cell of her body exploded in bliss, the chain reaction reducing her body to a trembling mass. A moan started deep in her throat and heightened to a wail, then echoed off the walls and ceiling in a full-fledged cry of ecstasy.

  “You’re coming, baby?” he murmured in her ear.

  She nodded, her body catapulting to a new realm of delight.

  “Oh, fuck.” He thrust deep, his cock pulsing inside her.

  She felt the heat of him erupt inside her, driving her orgasm to new heights. She wailed at the top of her lungs, shuddering in pure, unadulterated rapture.

  Still he pumped into her, keeping her riding the wave on and on until finally, she gasped, and begged him to stop.

  He fell on top of her, both of them exploding in wild laughter.

  “Oh, my God,” she gasped. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

  His lips nuzzled her temple and she could feel his smile.

  “I’ve got to say, that is the absolute best Christmas present anyone has ever given me.”

  Holly sat in the car watching the scenery whiz by, already missing being in Kalen’s arms in the cabin. After she gave Kalen his gift fantasy—which was now at the top of her list of fantasies, too—they’d spent the rest of Christmas evening snuggled together in front of a blazing fire watching a Christmas movie. They made love again when they went to bed and she fell asleep happy and sated.

  Now, with less than an hour until they arrived in Ottawa, she was in a more somber mood.

  Kalen said he wanted to see her again and she was so delighted that she’d forgotten to be practical. She’d tried a long-distance romance once before. When she’d graduated from high school, she and Ben, her then-boyfriend, had planned to go to Carleton University together. She would have stayed with June and Tom while Ben lived in-residence.

  But that was the year her parents had died, killed in a fatal car crash. June had come home every weekend that summer to help Holly sort out their parents’ things and pack them up, but Holly hadn’t been able to part with them. She still had the boxes in the basement. June had suggested they sell the house, but Holly just couldn’t give up her family home. And June didn’t push her to sell.

  That’s why Holly had decided to stay in River Rapids. It was her home. It was where she grew up and where her memories of her parents were.

  She couldn’t just walk away.

  If she started a relationship with Kalen, they could see each other on the weekends, just like she had with Ben—at first. Eventually, it had become too difficult. Every Sunday when he’d leave to return to Ottawa, it brok
e her heart.

  It seemed that everyone she cared about abandoned her. June. Ben.

  Her parents.

  Every time Ben left, it became more painful—until she finally broke it off.

  She glanced across at Kalen’s handsome profile. His dark wavy hair curled over his forehead and she longed to stroke it back, to feel it gliding between her fingers.

  She’d still cared about Ben when she ended it with him. And she knew that what she felt for Kalen would be so much deeper.

  It already was.

  Kalen glanced at her and smiled. “What’s up? You look wistful.”

  He reached over and took her hand. The feel of his strong fingers curling around hers took her breath away.

  How could she walk away from this relationship? A relationship that had been her deepest dream, though one she’d been sure would never come true.

  If they went out for a while and it ended—her heart compressed—it would be excruciatingly painful. But if they grew closer . . . if they fell in love—oh, God, she knew she was already halfway there—then what would she do? Kalen would never move back to River Rapids. And she . . . her insides ached . . . she could never leave it.

  She should tell him now: They have no chance together.

  With his hand around hers, though, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

  “Nothing. Just tired,” she answered.

  He squeezed her hand. “That’s my fault.” He grinned. “I did keep you up late last night.”

  She laughed. “I didn’t mind at all.”

  Their lovemaking had been wildly hot. And heart-wrenchingly tender. She would have stayed up all night with him.

  A green sign announcing their proximity to Ottawa whizzed by.

  Only fifteen minutes until they would reach June’s house.

  All too soon, Kalen pulled off the highway, and she directed him to June’s house.

  She got out of the car and he retrieved her suitcase from the trunk. She’d packed all the embarrassing sex toys in her luggage and disposed of the large box so she wouldn’t have to contend with June’s teasing.

  “Thank you for the ride,” she said.

  Kalen drew her into a sweet, lingering kiss. “I want to see you again. When can I tear you away from your family?”

  “I . . . uh . . . don’t know what plans June and Tom have scheduled.”

  “I’ll call you then.” He pulled off his gloves and retrieved his cell from his pocket. “What’s the number?”

  She gave him her cell number and he typed it in. He kissed her again, then got in the car. She watched him pull away, her heart aching.

  Chapter Eleven

  Holly opened the front door and stepped inside the warm house, then closed the door on the brisk wind outside.

  “Hi, I’m here,” she called out. The comforting aroma of turkey filled the house.

  June peered out from the kitchen doorway into the entryway with a bright smile. She hurried past the dining room toward Holly, Tom following behind her.

  June was a little taller than Holly, with hair more auburn than Holly’s chestnut brown. And she wore hers shoulder length. Tom was broad shouldered and tall, towering over most people at about six feet five. But he was as gentle as a teddy bear.

  They both wore jeans and cozy-looking sweaters, probably hand-knitted by June.

  June threw her arms around Holly. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

  “Me, too,” Holly said, squeezing her sister tight. “Why do I smell turkey?”

  “You didn’t really think we’d have Christmas dinner without my little sister, did you?” June took Holly’s coat and hung it up.

  “But you had turkey yesterday.”

  “No, we didn’t,” Tom said.

  “But when I called, you said you had to go to baste the turkey.”

  He grinned. “I lied. I just wanted to get off the phone from you two gabby gals.”

  “Yeah, right,” June said. “He wanted to surprise you. And then afterward, he grilled me about how you were—and about the young man you were traveling with.”

  Holly arched her eyebrow. “Young man? You know, Grandma, that you’re only a few years older than me.”

  “Speaking of the young man in question,” Tom said, “June said he was an athlete in high school?”

  “Yes, he played football. Or, as you call it, soccer, right?”

  Tom frowned. “No, that’s backward. Soccer is called football, but that’s in Europe not here. And then there’s rugby, which—”

  June laughed and nudged Tom. “Holly is teasing you.”

  Tom chuckled. “Oh, I see. Make fun of the Canuck from the Great White North.” He grabbed Holly in a big bear hug, squeezing her against his burly chest.

  She squeezed him right back. Then he released her with a grin.

  “But you know, your sister’s a Canuck now, so doesn’t that make you half Canuck?”

  Holly giggled. “Yes, I suppose it does. So now I have to learn to call trucks ‘lorries’ and elevators ‘lifts.’ At least, half the time.”

  Tom’s eyes narrowed. “Not unless you want to sound British. To fit in around here, just start saying ‘eh’ at the end of every other sentence and it’s all good.”

  June took Holly’s hand and led her into the family room while Tom carried her suitcase upstairs to the bedroom.

  June brought Holly a glass of eggnog and they sat together in the living room.

  “So how was it last night?” June asked. “Was it terribly awkward?”

  “It turns out the woman I heard him talking to was his sister.”

  June’s eyes lit up. “Oh, so you two carried on from where you left off?”

  Holly felt her cheeks heat as she sipped her eggnog. She just nodded as Tom came into the room to join them.

  “So are you going to see him again?” June asked.

  “He took my phone number. He said he’s going to call.” Then she shook her head. “But I don’t know. I’m here to spend time with you and Tom, not some stranger.”

  “You’re hardly strangers after spending two nights together,” Tom said. “I take it the other-woman thing was a false alarm?”

  Holly pursed her lips. Of course she knew June would tell Tom. She told him everything. And that was okay. Tom was like a big brother to her.

  “It was his sister,” Holly answered.

  June took her hand. “We don’t mind sharing you a little. Do you see it going anywhere?”

  “He said he’d like to keep seeing me, but I don’t know.”

  June squeezed her hand. “Honey, I know you tried the long-distance thing with Ben and it didn’t work out, but it’ll be different now.”

  Holly shook her head. “Why do you think that? I cared about Ben. We should have been able to make it work. But we couldn’t. It hurt too much every time he left.” Her voice sounded close to cracking and she drew in a breath of air. She tried to relax her clenched shoulders.

  June stroked her hair. “But so much else was going on back then. You’d just suffered the loss of Mom and Dad. You’d given up your dream of going to university.”

  “University? June, you’re sounding more Canadian every day.”

  “Don’t change the subject.” June’s serious brown eyes locked on her. “I understand why you didn’t want to sell the house back then. And I was happy for you to stay there as long as you needed. But, honey, I really think you’ve had your life on hold long enough.”

  June coiled her finger in a tress of Holly’s long hair, then tugged lightly, just like she used to do when they were kids.

  “Seeing Kalen is a good start. Maybe you’ll spend a little more time here. Then maybe you’ll decide to pursue your degree.” June tugged the hair again. “I really want to see you happy.”

  “I am happy.”

  “Holly, you were top of your class in school. You always dreamed of getting your degree, and maybe pursuing a master’s.” She grinned. “You didn’t even seem to care in what,
as long as there were books and classes and stimulating conversation.”

  “I wanted to study physics. I wanted to understand the universe.”

  June clasped her hand around Holly’s. “So why don’t you do that?”

  Holly shrugged. “It’s not very practical. Actually, if I were to go now, I’d probably go for something more artistic. Maybe some kind of graphic design.”

  “Don’t worry about that. You can stay with us. I know you have enough to pay your tuition.”

  Holly had always been good at saving money. That, in addition to the money her parents had put aside for school, and the lower tuition fees in Canada . . . she could afford tuition all the way to her master’s. If she was careful about living expenses, the money her parents had left her would give her enough to pay June and Tom a little toward board.

  “And if you sell the house, you can invest your half. By the time you graduate, you can buy a house here, or wherever you want to settle down,” June said.

  “I don’t want to sell the house.” She shifted in her seat.

  She knew that half of the house belonged to June, and June was being an exceptionally good sister by not insisting they sell just so she could get her half of the money. Holly fully intended to buy the other half of the house someday—that’s why she was so careful to save—but it was hard on a florist’s salary, especially with the cost of keeping up the house in the first place.

  June took her hand. “I know, but you have to let go of it sometime. And I know you’re afraid your memories of Mom and Dad will slip away if you’re not there, but that won’t happen.” She squeezed Holly’s hand. “They’ll always be with us.”

  “I know. I just . . . I can’t imagine some other family living there. It’s our house.”

  “Hey, enough about this,” Tom said. “It’s time to open gifts.”

  “Okay, but don’t you want to get out to the Boxing Day sales?” Holly asked.

  In Canada, the day after Christmas was a big day for sales, like Black Friday. It had become a tradition that Holly, June, and Tom hit the sales that day.

  “We went this morning.” June grinned. “I picked you up some nail polish for half price at Sephora, along with a nice makeup bag and some eye shadows I just know you’ll love. I also got you a purse and a really pretty scarf.”