Page 21 of Santa Baby

If I had known she was like this, soft, sweet, sexy as hell, when I was in that café staring at her for the first time, I would have just thrown her over my fucking shoulder and made off with her. I definitely wouldn’t have waited this long to have her spread wide for me. I latch my mouth onto the column of her neck and kiss and suck the sweet-smelling skin there. I’m so close to popping, my balls hurt but when I do go off, I want the taste of her in my mouth.

Her nails sink into my back making it even harder to hang on to my load as my hips start moving faster and faster. I slam my mouth over hers as she tenses, and I can tell she’s about to cry out her release. When her body does start falling over the edge of pleasure my mouth captures the cry and my body holds the wet, warmth of her release close to our bodies.

I wait until she shudders through the biggest part of it when I move. I run my arm in between her legs and under her body as I lift her so my mouth can land on her soaked panties. The taste of her release has been trapped within the cotton fabric and she’s made them stick to her with all the gathered liquid she’s given me when she came.

I have to cover her mouth with the palm of my hand as I drive her to another climax finding my own. I finally pull my mouth away from her with one last grunt as another wave of cum leaves my still-hard cock. This little spurt lands on the top of her mound and up her lower belly causing her to jump as it hits her bare skin.

A sound from the crib has her going stiff under me as Noelle picks that moment to wake up. I drop a kiss on her still-opened mouth before sliding from her warmth. “I got her, baby. You take all the time you need. Me and this little princess will be downstairs helping Mom with breakfast.”

I make quick work of dressing before I make my exit, so she doesn’t have time to overthink what just happened. By the time she comes down and we knock breakfast out of the way, there is no time to talk about what happened in our bed this morning as we leave for the Big House. Talia and Noelle spend most of the ride there napping before we arrive and Mom and I take care of bringing suitcases in and getting them to the right room as Talia feeds Noelle a late lunch.

In the evening, mom has brought out her Christmas decorations and wrangled both of us to help her put them up. We take turns helping her and playing with Noelle.

“I really like the black trees, Anita. They’re so classy but also different from everyone else.”

Mom beams. “Thank you, dear.” She steps back to take in the two nine-foot-tall black trees. “I love my little black trees. And my white one we use as the main tree in the living room. They’re my way of giving Yule the finger.”

“Mom?!” My mouth is open, and I am completely shocked speechless for the first time in a long time when my mom mentions my father. Shocked but not unhappy about it.

She waves my surprise away and continues to explain to Talia. “Yule, Nic and Chris’s father, was always such a stickler for perfection. Everything had to be just the way he liked it and that way was whatever way looked the best to other people outside the family. We had to have the perfect tree every year. The biggest, the greenest, the perfect image of Christmas. A big green monster that was hell to keep alive, which was left up to me, of course. The perfect ornaments. They had to be bright red so they would pop off the tree and everyone could see them. Not blue, or white, or handmade by the children - I kept those in a box in my room so they wouldn’t be thrown away…’by accident’.” She makes quote signs with her fingers before going back to placing hangers through the brightly colored ornaments that don’t match at all. “The perfect tree, the perfect home, the perfect hostess.”

She stands back to take another look at the tree and Talia touches her hand in a show of comfort and compassion.

“I like to think of him doing a little roll every time I put them up.”

Talia covers her mouth to hide the big smile but then she and Mom catch each other’s eye, and both start laughing as they finish up with the decorations. Hearing Mom open up about the awful years she had to spend with my father is…refreshing and makes me love Talia more.

I never thought about Mom not having anybody to share things like this with. Yeah, she had me and Chris but there are just some things I am sure she doesn’t want to share with her sons. Especially when it comes to telling us everything our father did wrong. I can’t help but think that maybe me and Chris are the way we are - protective, possessive, and paternal - because we rebelled against the things my father wasn’t for my mother. And how do I feel about Chris now if I look at it that way? Not as pissed off or annoyed by him actually.

“Ma’am, there’s a Ms. Stenson here to see Ms. Talia and Noelle.”

I stand immediately noting the pallor that comes across Talia’s face at the mention of the name, the worry and fear that glaze her eyes. Mom can tell too because she reaches out to her to comfort her. “That’s the caseworker over Noelle’s adoption.”

My mother tells our head of security, Justin, to escort her to the back parlor and we’ll meet her there giving Talia time to gather herself. I fix the little dress Noelle is wearing and take Talia by the hand so we can walk into the room as a clear and decisive threesome.

The amount of anxiety rolling off Talia is…astonishing. Her hand clutches mine, cold and sweaty, looking for some sign of comfort or relief. When we enter the room, a woman in a pink jacket and skirt turns to look us up and down. I can already see her taking stock before she opens her mouth to say a word.

“Won’t you sit?” It’s not a request or a pleasantry and she realizes as much, landing her butt in one of the overstuffed leather chairs. I take Talia’s hand and guide us to the couch so we can sit side by side.

“I had hoped you had reconsidered our request to give the baby up before we all have to go through the court case.” She talks to Talia trying to shut me out completely. She doesn’t want anything to do with me and the force I bring to this little party she’s throwing. “A woman your age and status just can’t give little Noelle the life she deserves.”

“My fiancée and I think differently.”

“Fiancee?”

I hold our clutched hands up and turn Talia’s so the engagement ring can clearly be seen. The woman starts to act flustered for the first time since we entered the room.

“And who are you?”

“You come to someone’s house, and you don’t find out who it belongs to?”

“I am perfectly aware of whose house I am currently in, sir. I just don’t know who you are and what Ms. Barlowe is playing at?”

My brow raises at the stupidity of this woman. “Why do you think Talia’s here?”

“I assumed she acquired employment in the Bell household and gave up her ridiculous job that couldn’t possibly make enough to support a child, let alone a full-grown adult.”

“You thought my fiancée came to MY house to find a job. You really don’t do your homework. What agency did you say you worked for again?”

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