Page 70 of A Cozy Holiday
The sleigh jerks forward with a soft jingle of harness bells, and my stomach swoops in delight. I gasp, gripping the edge of the seat as we glide into motion. Snow sprays in soft arcs from the runners as we pick up speed. The wind rushes against my cheeks and tugs at my new hat, almost lifting it clean off. I pluck it back down with one hand.
Jamie glances over, faint ridges on his temple deepening. “You good?”
He’s always checking on me. Making sure I’m okay. It’s a kind of care I haven’t felt since I was a kid. He makes it so easy to feel safe again. Little by little, he’s helping me thaw out parts of myself I thought I’d buried for good.
So, I shift forward and do what I would have done as a child. “I feel alive!” I shout, spreading my arms out wide. My heart thuds hard enough to make me light-headed.
He whoops with me, and the reindeer seem to catch our energy, their hooves pounding louder.
Between the laughter and the sting of fresh air, a dangerous little thought slips in.
Three weeks ago, I walked in on Parker in that disgusting polyester suit, and ever since, even seeing a glimpse of red and white makes my skin crawl.
I don’t want to hide from mall Santas forever.
I don’t want Parker ruining another moment of my life.
I stare over at Jamie, smirking at me. His cowboy hat may not be a Santa hat, but that’s okay. I just want to make new memories that don’t hurt. Ones that are mine and don’t include a cheating ex.
I want to do something I would have never done weeks ago. I reach over and rest my hand on Jamie’s jeans.
“What’s going on in that wicked mind over there?” he asks.
“Just seeing if you’re excited to see me.” I graze my fingers over his zipper.
“I’m always ecstatic to see you, Doc.”
“He is too.” I stroke the heel of my palm across his erection. “How safe did you say this sleigh is?”
“Reindeer are practically on autopilot out here.” He bites his lip, and before I can second-guess myself, I lower myself before him, squeezing between his widespread legs. His hands rest oneither side of me, holding the reins still. “Joy, what are you doing?”
“Sled head.” I chuckle. “Okay, it sounded better in my head.”
“Out here?”
“I need to do this,” I say, and he doesn’t pry or push, just nods his head. I bat my eyelashes up at him, stripping off one of my gloves. “And what? Are you worried we’ll be caught, Mr. Wilder?”
“Quit making it so easy to look at you.”
“Better at this angle?”
“Perfect at this angle.”
I unclasp his belt, unzip his jeans, and shift his boxers around until I fist his cock, lifting it free from the fabric. Even in the cold, he’s solid and firm. I love when Jamie is in control, but there is a current humming under my skin that makes me feel powerful and in charge.
“Fuck.” We hit a drift, and the sled bounces, my knees hitting the hard wooden floor. I tip my hat back enough so that I can still make eye contact with him.
I smirk, running my tongue along my bottom lip. “Pay attention to the road.”
Screw thinking about the future or the past. All I want is to please Jamie.
I flick my tongue against the swollen head of his cock, and his hand jolts, prompting the reindeer to move faster. My body knocks into his thighs, but he squeezes around me, attempting to anchor me in place.
Thank God I don’t get motion sickness.
I flatten the underside of his dick against my tongue, taking the first inch and then the next. It’ll be impossible to fit him entirely inside without suffocating.
But then he says, “You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth.” And I relax, delighting in the sting of his size.
