Page 20 of Her Mountain Christmas
He reaches up and swipes away my tears. “It’s real. I promise you, sweetheart. It’s fast and it’s crazy, but I want to keep you forever.” I’m crying harder now, and Jack holds me, the solid warmth of his body anchoring me against the onslaught of emotions crashing through me. “Are you okay?”
I laugh and wipe at my face. “Yes. I’m more okay than I’ve been…maybe ever. I’m perfect. I’m sore. I’m happy. I can see a future that didn’t exist for me just a few days ago.” I lift my head and meet his eyes. “I’m yours.”
The snow falls silently outside, thick and endless, sealing us in. Jack’s hand slides up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair, and for the first time in my life, I don’t want to be anywhere else.
I finally know what home feels like.
Eight
Jack
I blink my eyes open after sleeping deeper than I’ve slept in I don’t even know how long. The curtains are open, revealing that the snow is still falling. The flakes are lighter and fluffier than before, but they’re still falling, accumulating on the ground, on the roof, on the trees. Everything is covered in white, and the world outside is blissfully quiet.
Ella’s still fast asleep, naked and curled against me. Her breathing is deep and even, and I love how at home she looks in my bed. And fuck, she is home. My home. My girl.
Her hair’s a mess, blond strands tangled from sleep and the slightly rough sex we had last night. I resist the urge to brush the tangled mess back. I don’t want to wake her. Not yet. Not when she looks so damn peaceful, her lips slightly parted, her body curled into mine like she was made to fit there. The sheet’s slipped low, baring her shoulder and the top of her breast. I can just see the top of her perfect pink nipple peeking out. My cock thickens just from looking at her, remembering the way shegasped when I first touched her, how she whimpered Daddy like it was both a prayer and a revelation.
I tighten my arm around her, just a little.
The things she told me last night about her family forcing her into some loveless marriage, treating her like a goddamn pawn, make my jaw clench. No one’s taking her from me. Not her parents, not some rich prick with a last name and a trust fund. She’s mine now. And I’ll burn the whole fucking world down before I let anyone hurt her again.
I shift slightly, my hardening cock pressing against her thigh. Christ, the way she responded to me last night…innocent one second, filthy the next, her sweet little mouth saying things that had me out of my mind. Things like “I don’t know if that’s going to fit in my little pussy, Daddy,” and “I think I’ve been waiting for this big Daddy dick all my life.” Jesus. The mouth on her.
This is what’s been missing in my life. Not just sex, not just company. Her. The way she fits against me, the way she looks at me like I’m her whole damn world. I’ve spent years taking care of everyone else, but this? This is the first thing I’ve ever wanted just for myself in a very long time.
Christmas is in three days. I want it to be perfect for her. No family drama, no expectations. Just her, me, and whatever the hell we want. Maybe I’ll take her into town if the snow lets up, show her off a little. Or maybe I’ll keep her right here, snowed in, naked in my bed where she belongs. I’m not scheduled to work again until the 27th, so barring any more crises, I have nowhere to be but here with her for the next several days.
Her eyelashes flutter. A soft sigh escapes her, and she nuzzles closer, her hand sliding over my stomach.
Fuck. Now I’m hard. Aching for her. But I know she must be sore from last night. It was her first time, and I wasn’t exactly gentle.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want to make today about her pleasure though. Watching Ella come is the best thing in the entire world. Especially when she comes so hard that she squirts everywhere, her cunt turning into a pretty little fountain.
The way Ella stirs against me, her body warm and soft, has my cock throbbing before she even opens her eyes. Her lips part in a sleepy sigh, and I can’t resist. I dip my head and capture her mouth with mine. She melts into the kiss, her fingers curling against my chest as she kisses me back, slow and lazy, like we’ve got all the time in the world.
A thrill goes through me when I realize we do. Because she’s mine, and I’m keeping her.
Her tongue slides against mine, tentative at first, then bolder, like she’s testing how far she can push me. Fuck, she has no idea. I could spend the whole damn day with my mouth on hers, my hands on her body, my cock buried inside her, making her come over and over again.
But then her stomach growls, loud enough to make us both laugh, our lips still touching.
“Someone’s hungry,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip.
She bites it, her cheeks pink. “Someone got the life fucked out of her last night.”
I groan, rolling out of bed before I lose what’s left of my self-control. “Breakfast first. Then we’ll see about dessert.” She giggles, the sound making my balls ache and my heart swell.
The kitchen smells like coffee and maple syrup by the time she shuffles in, and my heart slams against my ribs when I see what she’s wearing. She’s dressed in one of my flannel shirts, the buttons undone, and nothing underneath. I know because the fabric parts, gaping open every time she moves. From the corner of my eye, I get a flash of her pink nipple, the underside of her breast, the hint of peachy cunt hiding between her thighs.
Fuck me. My girl loves to tease, and truth be told, I love it, too.
She leans against the counter, watching me flip pancakes, her fingers toying with the edge of the shirt, playing with it so that her nipple comes in and out of view. “Need any help, Daddy?” she asks sweetly, her eyes glittering playfully.
My grip tightens on the spatula. “You’re helping plenty, sweetheart.”
Her lips curve into a smirk, and she shifts just enough to let the fabric fall open another inch. Teasing little brat.
God, I’m so in love with her. “You think you’re cute, don’t you? Standing there all bare under my shirt, playing innocent while you flash that pretty little cunt at me.” My tone is light, playful. I love playing with her. I love her, full stop.
