Page 33 of Mr. Winter
“Now give me some dick.”
Jack moves over me and pauses to smile down at me. “You’re so romantic, Arden.”
“Wait. I can be romantic.” I cup his cheek. “You look so beautiful tonight, Espen.”
He throws his head back and laughs. He laughs and smiles more lately, but I’m not going to point that out.
“Shut the hell up, Arden.”
“What? I used your government name and everything. Wait! I’m not done. Make love to me with the heat of a thousand suns.”
Still chuckling, he puts his hand over my mouth and pushes inside of me. I moan behind his hand, but he keeps going, delivering deep strokes until I cum. He removes his hand and drops his forehead to mine.
“Fuck, baby. Feeling you cum on my dick never gets old.” He keeps going, gently thrusting, and I speak before I think.
“I’m going to miss you so much, Jack.”
“I’ll always be around.”
I kiss him and remind myself once more what I already know. There’s no point in talking about it right now. He needs to make decisions about his life. I can’t force him just because I love him. I know what he’s debating in his head. He must go through the process. Right now, I can only focus on making sure he misses me. I wrap my legs around his waist and arch my hips to meet the next thrust.
It’s amazing how my entire body is in tune with his when he’s inside of me. It would be overwhelming if I dwelled on it, but I choose not to.
“Jack it’s…”
“I know, baby. I know.”
Wordless communication is also something new that I’m starting to love. I push him until I’m on top and lower myself as I watch him react to sliding back inside me. His eyes flutter like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt. That’s what I focus on as I ride him until he cums. I can’t dwell on the countdown to my departure.
* * *
Espen
It’s a busy day for us. With the bachelor auction coming up tomorrow, I have to finish getting rid of the snow I’ve been making disappear slowly all week, and Arden practically woke up with her phone in her hand. She’s been double-checking with all the vendors to ensure they’re ready for tomorrow. Right now, she knows better than anyone in the country that the harsh winter is over. I’m still mourning, but I’m no longer drowning in my emotions. I feel like I can breathe again.
I return to find Arden doing more decorating. She’s blasting Mariah Carey’sOh Santa!She’s standing on my desk in tiny shorts and a tight tank as she dances around—much to my enjoyment—with no bra. Maybe I should tell her she’s singing to my great uncle who can hear her because she’s in my home.
Too late, my cousin Alperen appears next to her and starts dancing with her. I chuckle because he’s so annoying. That party animal is such the opposite of his grandfather, it's almost a crime. Arden yelps at the appearance of a man just as big as me and punches him in the stomach. His surprised laugh comes out as Ho! Ho! Ho! He fucking hates that it’s a family trait. He’s good at managing it, but every now and then it slips out.
Arden scrambles off the desk and turns off the music. “Who in the hell are you?”
Alperen just grins and greets her like she didn’t ask a question. “It’s nice to meet you, Arden Elisabeth Voss, one of my favorite people who frequents the naughty list.”
She folds her arms and frowns at him. “First of all, I’m an angel. I got everything I wanted every Christmas.”
“One of the perks of having rich parents,” he points out as he pushes his dirty blond hair out of his face. “If you were depending on my grandpa, you and Kimmie would have very somber Christmases.”
“Arden, this is my cousin, Alperen. He’s Santa’s grandson.”
Arden throws her hands up. “Oh, of course, there’s a real Santa. I’m fucking Jack Frost. Why not.” She mumbles to herself as she heads to the kitchen. “I need a drink.”
“I love her,” Alperen teases as he watches her retreat. “She loves the season and is still somehow rude as hell. My kind of girl.”
“Watch your mouth. What’s up?”
Alperen shrugs then snaps. A cup of whiskey appears in his hand. Alperen has magic all year, like me, but his magic allows him to do special things in December due to Christmas magic.
“The old man gave me the keys and sent me for you. Something about training to be the nextSantablah, blah, blah. Anyway, it was a tradition for our Papas to go out together and grant the “White Christmas” wishes. A piece of paper materializes out of nowhere. It’s only a few thousand this year, so it won’t take any more than an hour.”
