Page 21 of Reindeer and Restraints
It's possible I've misjudged him. Not everyone is as freaked out by suddenly owning a kid as I am. Hudson's certainly risen to the occasion. No time to think about the nicest guy in the world. I need to think about the naughtiest one.
I swing the door open and he's even more stunning in broad daylight. Still in flannel and jeans, but that doesn't much matter since my goal is to get him naked.
What catches me off guard is the gift he's holding.
"I'm so embarrassed," I blurt, crossing my arms over the thin fabric as the cold air tickles my skin. "I didn't get you anything."
"You didn't know I was coming." His gaze rakes down my body, slow and deliberate.
That warms me right up. I grin, stepping aside to let him in, clicking the door shut behind him.
He pauses to pull me in for a hug. "You're the only gift I ever need."
His embrace makes all of my problems melt away. I should have found time for him sooner, but I can’t fault myself for taking a couple weeks to understand my new role. The important thing is that he’s here now with no distractions. Except for the ticking clocks of when Hudson will get home and Jeremy will bring Jane back.
Easing away, I toy with the shoulder-tie strap on my lingerie. "Are you going to unwrap me first, or should I tackle that gift?"
He sets the box under the Christmas tree, although he's kind of awkward about it, then turns back to me. "Thought we could hang out, get to know each other, then unwrap things."
"Jeremy's only got Jane for a couple hours."
He adds his fingers to mine at my shoulder. "Then we better get to it."
His tug loosens the bow, allowing the fabric to fall away from my breast. After a sharp inhale, he loosens the other side. The lingerie drifts down my body, leaving me bare since I saw no reason to force him to tear another pair of panties off me.
His hands find my waist, pulling me against him, then lifting me. His mouth claims mine as we step toward the blanket I laid out in front of the tree.
He eases me onto it then stands over me and undresses himself. I always thought booty calls were so odd. Was the other person just supposed to drop everything for sex? Yes, I get it now.
He crawls over me, kissing his way from my foot to my sex, which he deliberately bypasses, same for my breasts, then up to my lips.
His cock presses against my entrance. Now that I know how good it can be, I'm ready to skip all foreplay.
I arch my breasts into him. My leg hooks around his thigh, urging him closer. "Please, I need you."
His growl holds desperation. "I need you too, Jolene. Let's slow down and enjoy this."
"I want to enjoy your cock being inside of me."
He bucks his hips, giving me his tip then pressing further to get past the hardest part. When I breathe again, he stops. "Is that all you wanted?"
I wiggle underneath him. "Are you teasing me?"
He counters with a few small motions that hit just right. "Teasing would be telling you that I had your Christmas present custom made."
I'd swear his cock is custom made for me, but I don't think that's what he means. I try to comment but he plunges inside of me.
"Who do you belong to?" he whispers in my ear.
My heart flutters. My defenses fall away. But how can I be sure this isn't just pillow talk? That one's on me since he wanted to talk first.
"Tell me who you belong to."
Why am I holding back? Why don't I trust him? Why don't I trust Hudson? Oops! Why am I thinking about Hudson? A wild thought rolls through me, imagining the two of them claiming me, fulfilling the promise of the auction.
It unsettles me how much I wish I could have them both. The reindeer wrangler for his take-charge style and Hudson for— I force myself to stop thinking of Hudson while a very satisfying dick is inside of me.
Why now, of all times, does a saying pop into my head… A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. So what's a cock in the bush worth… I stop my silliness. There's no time for fantasies when I made the choice to have sex under the Christmas tree in clear view of the front door. My bedroom would have offered privacy and less need to watch the clock. As it is, I’m counting on Hudson sticking to his schedule—as Mr. Reliable always does.
