Winter Love

by Kennedy Fox

  I bite my lip just as he blows lightly on my clit.

  “I want you to eat my… eat my pussy,” I say, going red as I say the words.

  “Good girl.” He grins before he lowers himself to my flesh.

  His tongue runs across my clit, firm and slow, before it dips down into the deepest of my folds. I cry out and dig my fingers into his hair to hold him closer to me.

  “Oh god. Oh, Stellan!!” As he works his tongue faster, I can't stop calling out his name. When he slides a finger into me again, I reach for my breasts and pinch my nipples.

  I don’t want to come, not like this. Not without giving him a taste of his own medicine.

  “I want to taste you,” I say, breathless. He pulls his finger from my body and leaves a flutter of kisses on my clit.

  “What about you? Don’t you want to come?” he asks, even as he unbuckles his trousers.

  I have to grin at his eagerness.

  “I want you to feel good first… and then I want us to come together,” I say.

  When he unzips and shows me his cock, I bite my lip. I know I’ve seen it all before, but his cock is so perfect, so thick and long, so perfectly pink. That ache that is throbbing deep inside of me doesn’t have a chance of stopping.

  I reach for him, but he stops me. He straddles my chest and takes my hands in his.

  “Press your tits together,” he encourages me. “God, you are already so fucking hot, you know that?”

  I blush, eagerly pressing my breasts together. As soon as I do, he slides his cock between my breasts, the tip reaching to my mouth. I lick and suck at him like a starving creature. The heat of his length between my breasts blended with his own taste in a way that is intoxicating.

  He keeps one hand loosely on my head and caresses my cheek while he watches me take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. He rises up, brushes my hands away from my breasts, leans down and kisses me.

  “Every part of you tastes so good,” he whispers. I want to tell him the same, but my jaw aches and my lips are numb from sucking on just the couple of inches he gave me.

  Standing up, he stretches briefly.

  I laugh. “What are you doing?”

  “I want to fuck you properly,” he says. “I have got to stay flexible, ja?”

  His grin is infectious. I grin right back at him, crooking a finger. “Come here.”

  Stellan cocks his head and then scoops me up, carrying me toward our bedroom. I kiss his neck as he makes his way in, tossing me on the bed. He climbs on the bed, looming over me.

  “I want you so fucking bad,” he swears. “Fuck, skatter. How do you do this to me?”

  I beckon to him and he spreads my thighs, his big body pressing down on me. When he penetrates me, I feel shockingly tight. It feels so fucking good. I feel every single inch of him as he thrusts his long, proud cock inside my body.

  I must be making an odd face, because he slows, watching me closely.

  “Are you okay?” he asks me. “I don’t want to hurt the baby…”

  “Yes, yes,” I breathe into his ear. “Please… I want you to fuck me. Please, Stellan.”

  He buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. He takes his time, sliding in and out of my pussy oh so slowly.

  When he teases me, lingering with barely his tip inside me, I struggle and demand that he go deep. Every time he slides against my g-spot, I scratch at his back and call out his name.

  “Stellan, yes! Oh, please don’t stop.”

  I am so wet it is almost unbelievable. He kisses me, slowing even though I just told him not to.

  “Not so fast, skatter. I want you to slow it down. Get on top,” he tells me. “I want to watch you.”

  I bite my lip, and he switches our positions. On his back, he watches me straddle him. My hair has come undone and hangs in knotted waves over my breasts. He reaches up, pushes the hair aside, and pulls my nipples. I look down and grasp his cock to bring him to my opening.

  He moves his hands to my hips.

  “Slowly,” he tells me. “Remember what I said.”

  I let my weight fall onto him, but he holds me up. I blush again. He seems to want to watch me take his cock into my pussy.

  “Please,” I whisper when he is halfway in. He pulls me down hard, a sudden lurch. I throw my head back and call out.

  My nails dig into his chest and he clutches my ass as I ride him. It’s perfect, the two of us moving as one, our breathing harsh. My breasts bounce wildly. Every part of his skin feels like silk underneath my fingertips. My wetness is so intense it drips down between his thighs.

  My eyes close tight and I grind hard against him.

  “Look at me,” he tells me.

  I open my eyes and he can tell I am close.

  “I love you. I love you so fucking much,” he says, his blue eyes practically glowing.

  “I love you too,” I whisper, my breath coming in gasps.

  He pushes himself up and I wrap my legs around his back. From here, he is in complete control — and my nipples are once again aligned with his face.

  He lifts me and lowers me onto his cock, while he covers my chest in marks that I know would darken to hickeys by the next day. I score his back with my nails, marking him in my own way.

  My legs are locked around him, his cock soaked with my juices.

  “I—” I gasp out. “I’m going to come…”

  He can feel my orgasm start to wash over me as the heat of my insides clench. It is enough to push him over the edge and he comes with me. When he explodes inside of me, I scream out loud. “Oh my GOD!”

  “Fuck! Margot, fuck,” he whispers.

  I shudder against him as I ride out the last of my orgasm. He kisses my neck gently and makes his way to my lips.

  Stellan lies beside me, lining our bodies up and holding me close as I struggle for breath. He’s breathing hard too, but he kisses my neck, my shoulder, the curve of my breast. Each kiss is a burning brand, causing a shudder to ripple across my exhausted body.

  I want to beg him to stop, but I also want to have him again, right now. There’s something about him that just makes me insatiable. He looks up at me, then presses a kiss to my lips.

  “Fuck,” he says softly, making eye contact with me.

  I can’t help but laugh a little. “What?”

  He kisses me, long and slow. “God, Margot. I just can’t get enough of you.”

  I grin at him. “You won’t run out of me, Stellan.”

  He sucks in a breath, pulling my hips against his body. “I can’t believe we are adding to our family. Just…” He slides his fingers over the smoothness of my abdomen. “I just can’t believe it.”

  I bite my lip, tipping his chin up so that he has to meet my eyes.

  “You swear you’re not mad?” I ask, holding my breath.

  He looks at me so seriously, it almost takes my breath away. “I swear, Margot. We’ve never done anything traditionally in our whole relationship… so I can’t be surprised that we didn’t do this the traditional way, either. Besides, it’s not like you got yourself pregnant, is it?”

  My mouth curves up. “No, I don’t think I did.”

  He kisses me again, his fingers pressing into my belly. “When can we start telling people?”

  I huff a laugh. “At least a month, my love.”

  He smirks. “Well… in the meantime…” He presses his cock against me, its growing hardness impressive. “We have a couple more hours until we are due at the Jul celebration. What do you say that I see how many times I can satisfy us both?”

  I slip my arms around his neck, luxuriating in him. “That sounds like one hell of a plan, Stellan.”

  He kisses me and we sink into oblivion, ridiculously happy.

  Chapter Seven

  There is a razor thin edge between love and hate.

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  As the crown prince of Denmark, duty and honor come first.

  So when I meet a fiesty pink haired girl from the wrong side of th
e tracks, I keep mum about my royal birth. That way I can have one earth shattering night together with her.

  Proud, rebellious, gorgeous -- Margot is my weakness.

  Sleeping with her is the best thing I can’t ever do again… until I realize that she’s a journalist. Reporters like her have made my life a living hell. And when she shows up again in Copenhagen again? She’s tasked with doing a story about me and the future of the royal line.

  So Margot and I are shackled together. She hates my guts because I ditched her without a word back in New York. And my teeth are set on edge by her endless barrage of questions and snapping photos.

  I don’t want to find her attractive. I want to be repulsed. But...

  Now that we’re forced together, my resolve starts to crumble. Every time our hands brush, every damn time she bites her lip... Eventually, even my strong will can’t overcome temptation. Though it’s wrong, even though I might lose everything, I can't resist her.

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  Vivian likes to write about troubled, deeply flawed alpha males and the fiery, kick-ass women who bring them to their knees. Vivian's lasting motto in romance is a quote from a favorite song: "Soulmates never die."

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  Chapter One

  AIDEN

  The limo drives through the gates to my boss’ house. As if owning Florida Fury National Hockey team isn’t enough, he has his hands in more cookie jars than any other businessman in Florida. He’s practically leaking hundred dollar bills out of his pockets on a daily basis.

  Usually, I wouldn’t be up for spending my New Year’s Eve at a party where I have to wear a monkey suit. I’m more the “party with my friends, find some girl to kiss at midnight and pass out” kinda guy.

  But since I’m in a slump and haven’t scored a goal in our last eight games—and God it hurts to even think that—an appearance here is a must if I don’t want to be traded next year. At least that’s what my agent, Jaron Peters, says. And I tend to listen to that man because he made me very rich playing the sport I love. He’s like an older, wiser brother and when he tells me to get my ass to my boss’ party? I ask what time.

  “I say we make our presence known and get the hell out of here before ten,” my teammate, Ford says. “I’ve got us a connection at a club in Miami. I’ll call in the family helicopter to take us down.”

  I roll my eyes. If my boss, Mr. Gerhardt, is a one-percenter, Ford’s dad is right below him. The difference is that Ford is New York City rich—suits, fancy penthouses, and an air of arrogance. He’s cool and he’s an awesome right wing, deserving of where he’s gotten in the league, but he doesn’t think much about money.

  “I’m here for the night.” The limo coasts up the palm tree lined drive. Rumor has it there’s an orange orchard on his property.

  “You gotta relax. Your game is gonna come back.” Ford slaps my knee.

  All my teammates have been telling me that since the first game I missed five shots on goal.

  I don’t want to admit that I’m scared shitless my earned nickname, Shamrock, is failing me. That the luck that’s gotten me here has run out and I’ll be packing my bags and heading back to Wisconsin to live the rest of my days running my family’s bar.

  Thankfully, I don’t have to entertain Ford and my other buddy Maksim because the limo stops at the circular drive in front of a mansion that looks like one I’ve only ever seen in movies.

  The door opens and all three of us file out of the limo. Ford walks up the concrete steps, not seeming to think much of our surroundings, while I’m staring up at all the windows lit from within. There must be forty alone on the front of the house. I shake my head at how out of my league I am.

  “Let’s go,” Maksim says in his Russian accent, slapping me on the back.

  We follow Ford who’s already at the doors telling the guy outside all three of our names. Our names are checked against a list on the clipboard he’s holding, and we’re allowed to enter. The minute we step inside there are some lingering eyes roaming our way. But no one is surprised to see players from the Florida Fury at the party, though they might be surprised to see me since I usually do anything to dodge these kinds of events.

  “I need some vodka,” Maksim says and ventures to my right in search of a bar.

  “I think those girls over there have a question for me.” Ford points at a crowd of women who might be in their early twenties and stalks off with a chuckle.

  Which leaves me by myself. I crack my knuckles and take in the crowd, looking around to see if I recognize anyone. Since I don’t want to be the creepy guy who just stands in the foyer all night, I head in the direction Maksim went in search of the bar but he’s not there when I step up and ask for a beer. The bartender pours it into a glass without asking. I’d prefer it in a bottle but it’s not that kind of party. I tip the guy and look around the room filled with sequins and fancy gowns, black suits, and tuxedos.

  A few women smile at me and I smile back. I have no idea who these people are, but my mom always said you can’t turn around a bad first impression.

  “Hey.” A woman comes over to my side. When I say woman, I’m being generous because I’m fairly sure she’s fresh out of braces. I’m so sure, I move two steps to the side. “Are you Aiden Drake?” She giggles and her gaze falls to our right where there’s another girl sipping on what I think might be a Shirley Temple. Or at least I hope it is.

  Nodding, I answer, “I am.”

  “I thought so. My friend over there thinks you’re cute.” She sucks a cherry off the stick, pointing the stem at her friend who giggles and turns away.

  “I’m not in the mood to get arrested tonight but tell her thanks.” I sip my beer, ready to ditch this conversation and the entire evening.

  “She’s eighteen.”

  “Really?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

  “Uh-huh,” she says, nodding.

  I scour the area looking for one of the guys I can send an SOS look to but find a blonde-haired woman at the bar instead and it gives me an idea.

  Teenage fan girls are a gentle breed. They’re like newborn fawns on ice who haven’t found their footing yet. They think they’re ready for the world, but they still rely on their mommas. I don’t want to crush this girl.

  “Tell her thank you, but I have a girlfriend.”

  The girl’s eyes bulge out. “But we just read… I mean heard that you were single.”

  I chuckle lightly, mostly to myself. Again, not to crush them into the ground.

  “It’s new.” I glance at the blonde again since she’s the closest to me. She takes her glass of wine and is about to walk away. “Babe,” I say. She doesn’t turn around because, why would she?

  “That’s your girlfriend?” the girl next to me asks.

  “Yeah. Give me a sec.” I walk forward four steps and clasp lightly onto the woman’s elbow.

  She stops, but the death stare she shoots me back surprises me because that scowl isn’t turning into intrigue and elation that it was me who wants to talk to her. And that’s not an ego thing, it’s just a fact. I’m a good-looking guy and I play professional sports, so the normal reaction I get is the polar opposite of what this woman is giving me.

  “Excuse you.” She slides her arm out of my hold.

  “This is her? She doesn’t look like she’s your girlfriend,” the young girl says.

  “She is. Aren’t you baby?” I ask the blonde and widen my eyes hoping she’ll catch on.

  Her gaze shoots from me to the young girl and back to me again. Hopefully, she’s telepathic and sees I’m desperate for a way out that doesn’t bruise this young girl’s ego.

  “And you are?
” she asks the girl.

  “I’m Jenna, but it’s my friend, Katie. She likes Aiden.”

  The girl who’s supposed to be my girlfriend looks to me then slides her arm through mine and cozies up close. “Sorry, he’s mine.” She frowns at the young girl. “But it’s new so you never know how long it will last.”

  She moves to get away, but I clutch her hand in mine, not allowing her to escape. “Come on now, let’s not pretend it wasn’t an instant connection between us.” I look to the young girl. “Sometimes you feel it right away.”

  Her attention catches something off to the right and her jaw drops. “Did you bring Maksim Petrov with you?”

  I laugh. “I sure did. Go say you know me.” She’s already moving in his direction until she flippantly waves me off and heads toward him.

  “Thanks,” I say to the blonde after both girls are out of earshot.

  “Hey, I was young once and crushed on my brother’s friends. Their hearts are fragile. It’s a nice thing of you to let them off kindly.”

  “Can I get you a drink?”

  She laughs and glances down to the full drink in her hand. “No, I have to get back to my date.”

  “Is this you letting me down easy?”

  She shrugs. “I guess we’ll find out. Stay clear of those teenagers. I have to think jail could be dangerous for a pretty thing like you.” She smiles and disappears into the crowd.

  Pretty?

  Maybe this party isn’t so bad after all. If I can get that woman into bed with me tonight, maybe my luck will finally turn back around. At the very least it wouldn’t be a wasted effort.

  Chapter Two

  Saige

  I make quick work of getting across the room. That man is dangerous. He’s so gorgeous I imagine the women he picks up probably just strip in front of him and ask where he wants them. At least I was having a hard time not doing that when I turned around and came face-to-face with that chiseled jawline. Usually it’s the eyes, or the mouth or hell, the hair, but jawline? I shake my head for being so ridiculous.