Page 16 of A Cuddly Christmas
One of the main reasons I still live in Cheerful is because I love this town and all the things that come with it. I didn’t go off to college because I knew this is where I wanted to make my life. I’ve always planned on running the hardware store and having that whole white picket fence relationship. I’ve been looking at Paxton wrong because now I see that he could give me that. We could have that life together.
“Tilly,” he says, his voice gruff.
My sex clenches around the head of his cock at the way he says my name. This is a whole new side to Paxton, one I had no freaking clue was there. This one is more dominating, and it really turns me on.
“I, um…” I lick my lips before I start to speak again. “We—” I’m cut off by the sound of my phone going off. It makes me jump, and when my hips lift, Paxton slips deeper inside of me. The pain is sharp, and for a second it takes my breath away.
“Tilly,” he says again, and my hands go to his chest. He hasn’t gone any farther. In fact, my hips have dropped back down, leaving only the head pressed inside me.
Again, my phone goes off, and tears sting my eyes. How does this keep happening? It killed the moment altogether, and I’m going to throw that phone into the fireplace.
"Stop," I tell him.
Paxton closes his eyes, appearing to be in pain. When I press against his chest, he lets me move him. When he backs up, his cock slips out.
"I didn't?—"
"I know." He wasn’t doing that to break the barrier of my virginity. I’m not sure he even knew I was a virgin.
I scramble to sit up and pull my panties back into place. My eyes drop to his cock, which is still out and hard, and I can see the tinge of blood on the tip.
"Tilly," he starts again, but a rush of emotion hits me at once.
"I need a second." I can’t fully process it because I’ve never experienced this before.
I totally messed this all up. Gah, I have a knack for that. When my phone goes off again, I use it as an excuse to back up and cover myself. I hear Paxton mutter a curse as I grab my phone, seeing it’s Molly.
“I have to take this; it’s Molly,” I say, checking my phone. “She’s called and texted. Something might be wrong.”
His response is a grunt, making me glance back over my shoulder to see him righting his own clothes.
“Can you get me something to wear?” I ask. He nods, and if I'm not mistaken, he’s pissed. That makes two of us. I’m mad at me too.
I read Molly’s texts that simply tell me to call her and then a bunch of red alert bell emojis. I text her back to give me a second.
“This work?” He hands me a shirt and a pair of sweats.
“Yeah, thanks.” I take them from him. “Can I go somewhere to put them on? I need to call Molly too.” He pauses, and I can tell he doesn’t want me to go anywhere.
“The primary bathroom is there.” He motions down the hallway. “I’m going to run out and make sure Dominick is good for the night before this storm gets any worse.”
“Okay,” I say as Paxton grabs his coat off the ground. I want to tell him I’m sorry, but the words don’t come. Instead I take the coward's way out and scurry to his bedroom and then straight into the bathroom.
The second the door is closed and locked behind me, I call Molly. Now it’s me that needs to talk to her.
"We've got a problem," Molly says when she answers the phone. "Is he around?"
"Paxton?"
"Yeah."
"How—"
"I track you." Right, how could I forget?
"No, why?"
"I think we have Paxton all wrong."
