Page 17 of Wild Christmas
Nate takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair. When he speaks, it’s so quiet I have to lean in to hear him. “I’m not sure that Maisie’s mine.”
He looks the saddest I’ve ever seen him, and I clutch the side of the bench as a wave of emotion hits me. “No…”
He looks up at me with tortured eyes. “The night before the accident, we had an argument. I had found out about the cheating a few weeks before and thought we could have an amiable split. But she got angry at me and said Maisie wasn’t mine. I stormed out of the house and went to stay with Judge for the night. It was the next day she had the accident. Went off the road coming down the mountain. She was killed instantly. The girls were in the car without a scratch on them.
“The trunk was packed with her bags. Becky was leaving, to go to her lover or to her mom’s I’ll never know.”
I take his hand, feeling the sadness rolling off him. He loves Maisie. To live this entire time wondering if she’s his or not must be torture.
“Oh Nate, I’m so sorry.”
He squeezes my hand. “I chose not to believe her. Becky could sometimes say things in the heat of the moment, and those girls needed someone. I try not to think about it, tell myself it doesn’t matter…” He shakes his head. “Then Snips gives me this DNA test and I think well, maybe I should find out for sure. Then I’ll know one way or the other.”
He’s torn, I can see it in his face, and I regret bringing it all up.
“Sorry, I brought it up. I didn’t mean to pry.” I’m just curious about what makes this man tick, about who he is. I want to know every aspect of him.
“Don’t be sorry, Freya. I like that you’re curious about me.” He turns to me, and I realize how close he is. “It gives me hope that maybe you feel like I do.”
My breath hitches at his words, and my heart races. “How do you feel?”
His thumb brushes my lip, and he pulls it down. “Like I want to kiss you again.”
My skin pimples at his touch, and dampness floods my panties. Everything in me is aching to kiss him, but my aunt’s words echo around my head. “Never get involved with the dad. Ever.”
But my body wins out. Nate kisses me, and this time I’m ready for him. I meet his lips hungrily, opening up for him.
His hands tangle in my hair and our bodies bump together, sending heat to every place that connects with him.
My hand slides around his neck, and a moan escapes my lips. It feels so right. It can’t be wrong, can it?
Then Nate’s hands are on me, running over my waist and circling me in his arms, drawing me to him. I banish any doubts from my mind and let the kiss take me.
“Freya,” he whispers, “I’ve wanted you since I saw your pictures online.”
His words whispered against my neck send fresh heart sizzling down my veins. His hand slides under my thigh and I lift my leg, hooking it around his waist.
He caresses the tops of my thighs and moves around between my legs. Even through my leggings, the sensation of his hand caressing my pussy makes me gasp.
Nate tilts his head back, and his eyes are deep pools of desire. He keeps them on mine as he slides a hand under the waistband of my leggings. His fingers find my slick folds, and I tremble under his touch.
“You’re wet for me, Freya.”
The way he says my name sends a new shock of bliss through me. I tilt my head back, and he kisses my neck. His hand moves with precision and sensitivity, stroking my most sensitive areas.
I shouldn’t be doing this, but it feels so right and I’m not sure I could stop now. The sensation builds to a peak, and I grip his shoulders as a wave of pure bliss crashes over me.
The sudden sensation makes me cry out and I bear down on him, pressing his palm to me. Before my climax stops he moves against me again, teasing out another orgasm.
This time as I come his finger slides into me. Nate grunts. “You’re so fucking tight, Freya.”
I grip his shoulder as I shudder through my release. “I haven’t done this before, Nate.”
He pulls back to look at me, shock written all over his face. “You’re a virgin?”
I nod before I realize my mistake. Nate pauses, and my pussy pulses on his palm as the last orgasm winds down.
“Is that a problem?” Nate shakes his head, but his hand slides out of my leggings and he carefully places my leg down by my side so my foot hits the floor.
