Page 31 of Mr. Winter
“What’s that?”
“Heirs.” She stresses the word. “You wouldn’t exist if all your ancestors thought like you, Jack. Apparently, there is a way to do both. You just have to find it eventually.”
“Most of them started families much much later since we live so fucking long. Are you going to wait thirty years for me to be ready?”
I know the answer to that question, but I must illustrate my point. The fucked up truth is we end up spending years alone since we have an affinity for mortals. We can slow the process in us and our spouse but it still ends. She would not be invulnerable to death like my grandmother wasn’t.
“You know that’s not physically feasible. Women have children later and later these days, but sixty is playing too damn much.” She cups my cheek and looks me in the eyes. “I cannot tell you what to do, when to do it, or how, nor can I tell you how someone you know far better than I do would say. I’ll just ask you this so you can think about it. Would your grandfather want you hiding in the house, refusing to celebrate Christmas without him and scared to make connections with the people you protect?”
She pecks me on the lips but doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she climbs out of the hot tub, wraps a towel around herself, and dashes in the house to get out of the cold. I keep forgetting those around me feel cold in ways I don’t.
It would be funny if I weren’t mulling over her question. I join her shortly just to find her eating some chocolate mousse and looking just as sweet. Her hair is still in the bun she had on the top of her head, and she’s still just wrapped in a towel. She seems a little surprised to see me still naked until her brain catches up.
“Let’s watch a movie that has absolutely nothing to do with Christmas,” she offers although I know she’s going through cheesy-and-easy-to-guess-what’s-going-to-happen-holiday-movie withdrawal.
“What did you have in mind?”
She licks some chocolate off her lip while she considers the options. “What about Bad Boys for Life?”
“We’ve already seen that one,” I say as I reach for the remote.
She puts her hands on her hips and ignores when the towel falls, so she can continue to stare at me.
“When in the hell didwesee anything?”
“This summer. You had on a light pink pajama short set with fuzzy socks. We’d check the made-for-televisions movies and when you didn’t find anything you wanted to watch. You rented the movie. Martin’s antics almost made you choke on your ginger ale. You cried about the captain, and rolled your eyes at the big reveal because you guessed it a long time before then.”
“How? You haven’t left your home all year.”
“Not physically. I go out every day in my spectral form.”
“Spectral as in ghost?”
I nod and take the rest of the mousse. “I’m able to separate from my physical self. It’s the easiest way to watch over Fairhope without being bothered.”
“You could have just come over—all of you.”
I put down the empty bowl and pull her into a quick kiss. “You’d have yet to see that movie if I had.”
“You’re a whole stalker, Sir. Wait! Is that how I was able to see you and no one could? I was being asked what I was looking at when I was on the ice.”
“No, that was my magical form. Only those who believe in me can see me. You’re hope brought me to you.”
Her hands find my hair again. “I’m so happy I believed in you then. That could have been bad. In fact, I need to thank you properly.”
She gives me another sweet kiss. I grab her ass because I can. “Really? How do you plan to do that?”
“Quick question. Why have you been holding back?”
I suck on her sweet bottom lip before responding. “Better question, why haveyoubeen holding back?”
She looks confused briefly, but then she gets it. “Ohhh.”
Arden drops to her knees, and I suck in a harsh breath when my dick slides into her mouth before I can say anything. Her hot mouth works on my dick as it hardens. Seducing me doesn't mean she had to blow me, but I find it hard to argue with her methods. I grab her top knot once I’m fully hard and begin to fuck her mouth. I didn’t need this, but damn I want all that she’s offering.
“Arden,” I moan her name, completely affected by what she’s doing. I don’t care how I sound as long as she keeps going. “So good, baby. It’s like your mouth was made to take my dick.”
She moans as I continue to feed her more while watching her for signs of discomfort. Her hand tightens on my dick as she strokes me like my dick is the best she’s ever tasted. It’s so damn sexy for me that I almost cum when she deepthroats me. Her hand disappears between her legs. A few slips of my head coming out and going back down her throat as she moans and works her pussy with her fingers is all the motivation I need. Her shudder from being close to cuming is what pushes me on the edge until I’m cuming down her throat. It’s okay if she didn’t cum, I’ll make sure she does.
