Sleighing Mr. Right (Curves For Christmas Book 1)

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by Hope Ford


  “Fuck,” I throatily whisper. She has me in her hands, in her mouth and I’m completely at her mercy. “Candy, aww fuck, baby. What are you doing to me?”

  When I can’t take a second more and I know I’m about to come, I put my hands under her arms and lift her up my body until she’s straddling me. She’s licking her swollen lips and her green eyes are two shades darker with longing.

  She slides her wet pussy along my swollen shaft. The urge to be inside her is almost too much to bear. I grip her, stopping her gyrating hips. “I’m clean and I want nothing between us. I want to feel you and nothing else.”

  A pretty flush crosses her cheeks. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill. I want that too.”

  “Say it, honey. Tell me what you want,” I plead with her.

  She sits up on her knees, wraps her hand around my girth and puts it at her center. “I want you, Cane. I want to feel you come inside me.”

  She lowers herself slowly down my length and her tightness and warmth is like heaven. When she’s fully seated on me, I slowly let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I want that too.”

  Her hands on my chest, she raises herself up and down my shaft, bouncing on my cock. Pleasure soars through me and I almost come right then. I slide my hand down between us and she leans backward, putting her hands on my knees behind her. When I rub her clit with my thumb, I hear her grunt and I stroke her while moving my hips, pushing up into her every time she is pushing down.

  Her body goes taut, her gyrating slows and with her head thrown back, I still don’t stop until she’s climaxing and strangling my cock that’s buried deep inside of her. I roar her name as complete satisfaction rages through my body. I’ve never felt anything like it.

  When she falls down onto me, her chest heaving against mine, I turn us sideways, just enjoying having her in my arms and the tiny vibrations around my cock from our lingering orgasms.

  I cup her cheek, kissing her temple. “You okay, honey?”

  She smiles at me with her eyes still closed. “Never better.”

  Chapter 5

  Candy

  The next morning I’m sitting at my desk, still daydreaming about the night before. I’ve already put all the ornaments on the tree and it shines brightly in the window. Megan was right in having me pick out the tree. It was therapeutic for me, I think. Although I will never forget my granny, I can use the memories we had together to sustain me.

  This morning I woke up to my alarm beeping that awful noise that no one can sleep through. I looked at the empty spot in the bed next to me and I lay there quietly trying to listen for any noises in the house. When I didn’t hear anything, it hit me that he was gone.

  A sadness overcame me then but I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I had to be at work.

  In between researching and answering phones, I decide I need a break.

  I knock on Tom’s office door. He’s the only one in the office right now. He’s a super great guy that has been in love with our boss since day one. He and I have become good friends and I wish that Megan felt the same way about him.

  “Hey Tom, you want anything from the café?”

  He shakes his head. “No, I’m getting ready to leave for a meeting. I’ll see you this afternoon.”

  I tell him bye and walk down the street to the café to get a hot drink. Once I have my venti spiced apple cider in hand, I call my friend Sugar as I’m walking back to the office. She’s the only friend from high school that I’ve kept in touch with. We may not get to see each other very often, but we text and talk quite a bit.

  She picks up on the second ring.

  “Hey, Candy,” she answers and I can hear in her voice that something is bothering her.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask her immediately.

  “Nothing. I’m fine. What’s happening? Aren’t you at work?” she asks and I can tell she’s trying to change the subject.

  I walk into the office and see that Tom is already gone so the place is empty. “Yeah, I took a break and thought I would check in with you.”

  “How was your date last night?”

  Damn, I forgot I’d told her about that. “Well, uh not so good, actually. He left me at the tree farm.”

  She interrupts me. “Are you kidding me? What an ass.”

  “Yeah, but well, the owner brought me home. He, was, uh, really nice.” My heart starts to race just thinking about last night.

  “Candy, your voice just went up five octaves. What’s up with the tree farmer? Did he do some plowing last night?” She cackles into the phone at her joke.

  “Ha, ha, very funny. Yeah, well he was gone before I woke up this morning, so well, ya know, whatever.”

  “You like this guy!” she exclaims into the phone.

  “Well, as far as I can tell he meets everything on my list,” I tell her matter-of-factly.

  “You and your list. I tell you, it’s crazy…”

  I interrupt her. “Yeah, well it doesn’t really matter, because he left this morning anyway. I’ll probably never see him again.”

  Frustration flares in her voice. “Give it a chance. Not everyone is going to be perfect and abide by everything on your weird lists. Let loose a little. Just enjoy it. He’s going to call you. Don’t give up on him yet. Don’t farmers start early in the mornings?”

  “You’re right, you’re right.” I laugh. “So enough about me. What’s going on with you… And before you say nothing, I know you, Sugar. Something’s wrong. Tell me.”

  She’s silent for a minute, but finally she starts to talk. And instead of the strong Sugar I know, her voice is timid and unsure. “It’s Rizz. He has something going on, he’s planning something, but I don’t know what it is. It’s different this time. I’m scared, and I don’t trust him anymore.”

  Her small voice guts me. Her brother Rizz is in a motorcycle club and he’s bad news. “Come stay with me, Sugar.”

  “I can’t. You know he won’t let me. I’ll figure out something. Don’t worry about me. Ya know I can take care of myself.”

  I sigh into the phone. “If you need me, I’ll be there for you. I hope you know that.”

  “I know. Look, I have to go, but I’ll talk to you in a few days. Don’t give up on the tree farmer.”

  I laugh into the phone. “Okay. I’m going to worry about you, so call me and check in, Sugar.”

  We say bye and I hang up and sit down at my desk. Concern overwhelms me, but I can’t dwell on it long. The office phone rings.

  “Thanks for calling Elite Accounting. This is Candy. How can I help you?”

  “Hey, Candy.”

  My stomach drops. His voice melts me. It’s him. It’s Cane.

  “Hey, Cane.” My voice shivers.

  “I’m sorry for leaving this morning without telling you bye. I had to get home early.”

  “Yeah, sure, I understand. No problem,” I lie to him, because all I’ve thought about since I got up this morning was him and why he left. I would have loved to wake up in his arms.

  “And, well, I didn’t have your number, so that’s why I’m calling you at work.” He clears his throat. “Will you give me your number?”

  I rattle off my digits to him. Once he repeats them back to me, he asks if I’m busy tonight.

  “No. I, uh, I’m free.”

  “Great. Can I take you out to dinner?”

  I smile into the phone. “How about I cook dinner tonight? Maybe we can stay in and watch a movie.”

  His throaty chuckle turns my insides out. “I’d like that. But I don’t want you to cook after working all day. Let me bring something for dinner?”

  My cheeks are hurting from my widening smile. “Okay.” I’m pretty sure he just checked another item off my list.

  “Okay, so action movie? Romance? Thriller? Comedy? What do you want to watch?” he asks.

  “Uh, anything but scary. I don’t like scary,” I admit to him.

  “Okay, sounds good, so around six? Is that okay with you?


  “That’s perfect.”

  He clears his throat. “And Candy, I’ll make it up to you.”

  My forehead creases. “Make what up to me?”

  “Leaving you in bed this morning without kissing you bye.” His throaty voice holds so much promise in that one statement.

  “I’d like that.” My hand covers my heart as if to stop the fluttering.

  Cane

  I’m standing on her front porch with a bag of food in one hand, the wreath she left in my truck from the night before under my arm and a movie in my jacket pocket. I knock on the front door and wait. Time has gone surprising slowly today. It’s like I was counting down the minutes until I could see her and have her in my arms again.

  She opens the door and I take in her bare feet, red painted toes, black leggings and long black sweater that is hanging off one shoulder. We stand there, just smiling at each other, before she says, “Hi,” takes the wreath from me and then backs up and opens the door for me to enter.

  “Hi, honey.” I lean in to kiss her lips and her arms go around my neck. I’m wishing I didn’t have the bag in my hand, but I still encircle her with one arm. When we pull back, I whisper against her mouth between kisses, “I missed you too.”

  She giggles, takes my free hand and leads me into the kitchen. Setting the food on the table, I turn to her and she’s standing on her tiptoes reaching for the plates. I take off my jacket and hang it over a chair. I come up behind her and press my already hard cock at the crevice of her ass and reach up to grab them for her. Her hands go to the countertop and she presses her ass against me.

  “Are you hungry?” I ask her, kissing along her neck.

  She turns in my arms, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me down to her. “I can wait. I want you right now.”

  I make quick work of pulling her leggings and underwear off, then her shirt and bra. When she’s naked before me and her chest is already heaving uncontrollably, I grip her hips and set her up on the edge of the counter. Her legs drop open wide and I fit myself between them. My cock is pressing hard against my zipper and I pull my jeans and underwear down in one fell swoop.

  I stroke myself, looking at her wet, glistening slit. Her eyes are hooded, staring back at me. “I’ve thought about this, about you, all day,” I admit before entering her slowly. Her head falls back, but I grip the back of her neck, pulling her face back up so I can see it. I need to see her eyes when she comes undone.

  I kiss her lips before telling her, “Keep your eyes on me, baby. I need to see your eyes when you’re coming all over my cock.”

  The heated gaze she is giving me about makes me lose control. I focus all my efforts on her, on making her feel good. I stroke her clit with my thumb as I pound into her. She wraps her legs around me and I bring her closer to the counter’s edge, moving in and out of her. When she tightens on my hardness, I increase the pressure of my hand on her nub and slowly stroke her insides with my cock.

  “Cane…” She moans my name, all the while with her eyes on me.

  I can see the desire in their depths and the emotion filling her face. It’s almost too much, this unspoken connection between us. I’m filling her up and our gazes are trained on each other. “Come for me, baby. I need to come but I want you on my cock when I do. Milk me, baby.”

  As if on command, her legs squeeze into my hips, putting them into a vise grip. I don’t stop though; I keep penetrating her until she’s pushed over the edge and she’s coming in my arms.

  My orgasm rips through me and a guttural moan leaves my lips, but I still don’t take my eyes off her.

  When our breathing comes back to normal, I lean in and kiss the lone tear that escaped down her cheek. I don’t ask her about it. I don’t have to. I know it was intense, and her emotions are on edge. Hell, I felt the same thing.

  Chapter 6

  Candy

  My night is going better than I ever expected. The best sex I ever had, a smorgasbord of Chinese food and a romantic comedy on television. I’m wrapped up in Cane’s arms as we watch the credits go by. I turn the movie off and a television show comes on. I lower the volume and lay back in his arms.

  “There’s something we probably need to talk about, Candy,” he murmurs against my temple.

  “Uh, sure. Do you want something to drink?” I ask him.

  “No, I’m fine. I just think there’s something you need to know about me… well, something you should know.”

  I roll my eyes. “I’ve freaked you out because of my list. My friend Sugar told me it was crazy and she’s probably right. I never should have told you about it.”

  I sit sideways on the couch and face him.

  He holds on to my hand and I lace our fingers together. “You didn’t freak me out. Tell me more about it. What’s all on it?”

  I shake my head.

  “C’mon, I want to know.” He leans over and kisses me.

  “Well, let’s see. Handsome, kind, funny, happy, likes to help people.” The more I name off my list, the more I realize that he fits everything. “Let’s see, well, single, of course, no kids.”

  “You don’t want kids?” he interrupts.

  “No. I mean, yeah, I do. Eventually. Just not right now,” I assure him shyly. I’m beginning to see that this is getting more and more personal.

  “Oh” is all he says as he leans back in the cushion.

  I know I should never have brought up the stupid list. He’s now probably thinking I’m trying to saddle him into forever.

  “What were you going to tell me?” I snuggle into his chest.

  He’s quiet for a moment and then looks down into my face. “Oh, uh, I was going to break it to you that my favorite movies are action movies. I didn’t want to get your hopes up that we would always be watching romantic comedies.”

  I laugh at him, kiss his lips and tell him, “I think I can handle it.”

  The rest of the night we sit there and talk about our days. I tell him about my friend Sugar and how I’m worried about her. He tells me about a new app he’s working on. He doesn’t talk a lot about his family, but I figure I shouldn’t push him on it. I’m one that definitely understands family and heartache and don’t want to bring up any sad memories for him.

  He’s a little more reserved since our talk about the list and I’m afraid that I’ve freaked him out. I spend the rest of the night keeping things fun and flirty.

  “So I’m thinking that you need a Christmas tree in here.” He chuckles, looking over into the empty corner. I cleaned a space for the tree; I just haven’t got one yet.

  I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, well, Christmas Eve is in two days. It would be a waste now at this point.”

  His arms tighten around me. “I disagree. Even if we just put lights on it, I think a little Christmas cheer would be good for you. Your granny would want that for you, honey.”

  I nod thoughtfully. “I know.”

  He kisses me again, and then leans up to put his boots back on. “Do you work tomorrow?”

  I’m watching him tie his laces. It’s late, but I had hoped he would spend the night. I swallow through the closing of my throat. “Yeah, a half day.”

  “How about I come get you and we go to the farm to pick you out a tree?” He pulls me up from the couch and holds both of my hands in his.

  I start to nod, but then stop. “There’s no reason for you to pick me up. I can just drive out there.”

  He’s already shaking his head. “No. It’s supposed to snow tomorrow. I’d rather just pick you up to know you’re safe.”

  His arms are wrapped around me and a shiver goes through my body at his possessive words. I finally nod my agreement and he bends down to kiss me. “I hate that I have to leave. We’ll be busy the next few days and I had to get someone to cover for me to come over tonight.”

  “It’s fine, no big deal.”

  “It is though. I would love to wake up with you in my arms, honey.” He hugs me tightly and places a kiss on m
y temple. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I stand in the open doorway with the cold breeze brushing my bare arms. I watch until his truck disappears down the road.

  Cane

  Driving home, loneliness and a heavy heart fills me. I should have told her. I know I should have, but fear that she would turn me away stopped me. I know that I could never be with someone that didn’t want or wasn’t ready for kids so I should have just told her and left. The only thing is – I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk away from her.

  When I get home, the front door of the house opens and little legs start running toward me. I bend down, laughing as I pull Mason up into my arms.

  “Hey, son, what are you doing home? I figured you and your mom would be at the ski lodge right now.”

  My ex-wife and I share custody of our son. He is everything to me. He’s five years old and he’s been my whole world since the day he was born. We alternate holidays and this Christmas was his mom’s turn.

  “I told Mom I wanted to be at the tree farm for Christmas,” he says matter-of-factly.

  I cringe. I bet Stacy didn’t like that. “What did Mom say?”

  “Oh you know, she packed everything up and drove the few hours to the tree farm. I couldn’t deny him.” She is standing in the open doorway watching us.

  “I’m sorry, Stacy,” I tell her honestly. I know that probably upset her. She had planned this trip for a while.

  “Oh, it’s okay. I like the tree farm too. Anyway, I’m going to the hotel and if it’s okay with you, I’ll be back tomorrow. I thought we could share this Christmas.”

  “Yippee!” Mason hollers before jumping from my arms to his mom’s.

  “Of course, yes. That would be great!” I tell her honestly. It was rough for awhile, but it’s been almost four years since the divorce and we have worked through most of our bad history together. We are friends now.

  “Great!” She kisses Mason and sets him on the ground. “See you boys tomorrow then.”

  “Dad, can I have some hot cocoa?” Mason asks before running into the house.

  I follow him a little slower. Thoughts of Candy fill my head. This is definitely going to change things.

 

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