Noelle's Holiday Rebound: A BWWM Christmas Romance (A Glacier Hollow Christmas Romance Book 1)

by Cassie Verano

  Laughing, I replied, “No, I don’t think so.”

  “Damn, I thought it might be fun to swap our best stripper moves,” he said, winking at me as a smirk played around his lips.

  “We have a tree to decorate, and that’s the only place your mind needs to be.”

  “Okay, whatever you say,” he said, leading me into the living room. “So, I pulled down these decorations I had from the attic. I baked some chocolate chip cookies this morning,” he said, pointing at a tray on the table in front of the tree.

  “Oh, wow, you really are prepared. All you’re missing now is the—”

  “Eggnog, cinnamon sticks, and JD? Nope, I’ve got all that,” he said, disappearing into the kitchen.

  When he returned with the eggnog, cinnamon sticks, and Jack Daniels on a tray plus two glasses, curiosity got the best of me.

  “Wait, have you been into town? Are the roads clear?” I asked.

  “No, not quite. I put in a call this morning and heard that they can’t get through the roads until later this evening. The storm did more damage than they anticipated, so they’re working on power lines, downed trees, and the elderly and disabled citizens first. The rest of us that live on a mountain can take a flying leap for all they care. After all, we chose to be up here. No one forced us to,” he said teasingly.

  “Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself, would you?” I teased back.

  Winking, he replied, “Seriously, I had all this on hand.”

  I watched as he poured a shot of Jack Daniels into a cup of eggnog. Placing a cinnamon stick in the glass, he whirled it around a couple of times before handing the cup to me.

  Then he prepared himself one, too.

  “Why don’t you turn on some music and set the tone for the Christmas spirit,” he invited.

  I walked to the radio and did just that. Mariah Carey was singing Oh Holy Night. We began to decorate the tree, eat cookies, and sing Christmas songs together. It took a while for me to get him to open up, but once he did, he sang along with me. I teased him about his off-key singing, and he teased me about my inability to reach the top of the tree.

  It amazed me that two hours passed decorating that big tree and eating, drinking, and singing.

  “This was fun,” I said as I stood back to admire our handiwork.

  “Yes, it was,” Easton’s voice echoed in my ear, closer than I expected.

  “Now all we’ve got to do is put the angel on top,” I replied, too scared to turn around and face him.

  “I think I can help you with that.”

  “What do you mean help me? I’m not getting up there,” I argued.

  “It’s only fair. After all, this is your tree. You’re the one that insisted I needed one in this room and that it had to be yea big and this tall,” he pointed out.

  “Um, I did, but that was with you in mind when it came to putting the angel at the top.”

  “Well, how’re you just going to give me chores?” he asked.

  Shrugging, I said, “I thought you were good for it.”

  Chuckling, Easton replied, “Okay, you win. But only halfway.”

  “Halfway?”

  Nodding, he replied, I’ll get the angel up top but only with help from you. Just trust me. Step close to me, and I’ll lift you.”

  I hesitantly surveyed the distance from the top of the tree to the floor. I wasn’t convinced I was the best woman for the job. But before I could respond, he’d lifted me in the air. That was what I get for picking up the angel first.

  I squealed in surprise, and he chuckled deep in his throat.

  Easton’s large hands held me steady as he moved me closer to the Christmas tree. His large hands were hot against my sides as it slipped underneath the sweater I wore. When I’d finished, Easton set me down again and turned his attention to the Christmas lights.

  Once he’d ensured everything was properly secured, he turned to me.

  “Would you like to do the honors, ma’am?”

  “Are you sure? It’s your house.”

  “I’d be honored if you would do it,” he replied, handing the plug to me.

  Smiling up at him, I placed the plug into the wall and watched as every inch of the tree lit up. Not only did the tree light up, but for the first time, I noticed there were tiny white lights around the window. And those lit up, too.

  “When did you do this?” I asked, still staring at the window lights.

  “Earlier before you arrived. You like?” Easton asked when I turned around to him.

  “It’s beautiful,” I replied.

  “Just like you,” he said, staring into my eyes again with that hypnotic gaze.

  My heartbeat sped up, and knots formed in my belly as the heat between my thighs grew more intense.

  “I’m about to kiss you, okay?”

  Slowly I nodded my head. “You don’t have to tell me,” I whispered.

  “I wasn’t so sure. I like kissing you, Noelle. And I’m about to do it again,” he said, taking my chin and dipping his head down.

  If I said I had no control over my reactions, I’d be lying. Just as Easton shared once before that, he didn’t play games; if I were honest, I’d have to say I looked forward to this kiss as much as I had the others.

  The expanse of his large hand rested on the small of my back, pulling me in closer to him. Easton didn’t stop until I was pressed against the hardness of his body, feeling his erection poking me in my belly.

  My hands slid up to his chest, touching and feeling the hardness I’d seen earlier now covered underneath the shirt. The man’s body was gorgeous.

  As we alternated sucking each other’s tongues, angling our heads to deepen the kiss and for his tongue to slide further back in my mouth, I thought about what I was doing. And I knew that I didn’t want it to stop. Whatever this was for a moment, maybe I should bask in it.

  It might be the only bright spot in this holiday season. With everything else lying ahead of me, there would be some dark days coming pretty soon. But standing here in the circle of his arms this way, it felt pretty merry and bright.

  He bunched the material of my sweater in his hands and pulled it up and over my head. I took control of unbuttoning my pants. And when they were pushed down, resting around my ankles, I felt the heat of his large hands warm my ass as he fingered me.

  “No panties?” he asked against my lips when I gasped.

  I saw the smirk on his lips and the playfulness in his eyes.

  “I...I took them off to wash them. They’re drying in the bathroom,” I said against his lips.

  He backed me up against the wall on the side of the fireplace.

  “If I get my way, you won’t need them while you’re here.”

  I lifted an eyebrow, shocked at his boldness but didn’t stop him.

  Looping my arms around his neck, I pulled him further down and locked lips with him. I took control of the kiss and directed how deep, how intense, and how sweet it would or wouldn’t be. I enjoyed how he followed my lead, and I could tell by his burgeoning erection that he liked my assertiveness.

  “Marc,” I whispered against his lips, “I want you.”

  Groaning, he said, “I know.”

  But he continued taking his time from the little nips he took at my shoulder while his hand rubbed my nipples back and forth, hardening them. My head dropped back as I worried I might explode at the pleasure.

  “You smell like honey and cinnamon,” he whispered as he kissed the hollow of my neck.

  “The bath wash in the bathroom. It’s honey,” I managed to utter.

  “And you? Natural cinnamon, baby.”

  I laughed, purring underneath the caress of his tongue between my breasts.

  “I wonder if you taste like cinnamon.”

  “You’re invited to find out.”

  Easton released a growl before he took my nipple between his teeth, sucking at it, teasing the hardened tip. He continued until it grew painful from the hardness of it. He paid the same atte
ntion to the next breast before he lowered himself to his knees.

  Easton removed my feet from my pant legs one at a time before I stood before him completely naked.

  Seeing that big man like that down there kneeling at my feet drove me insane. It was like he was about to worship my body the way his hands splayed at my hips.

  Anticipation was killing me as he stuck his tongue into my belly button and laved it, while those glacial eyes pinned me in place, daring me to move or utter a word.

  I could not. I would not do anything to interrupt this pleasure.

  “Just a little strip,” he said, fingering the trail of hair down below. “Soft curls,” he said, blowing on me.

  A tingle ran through my body as I stepped up on tiptoe, wanting to push my pussy against his face, crushing his lips with it.

  “Be patient, little darlin’,” he said, squeezing my hips in place.

  I struggled as his tongue licked across the patch of hair that covered my mound.

  How could I not scream? How could I not come apart at the simple attention he was paying me? So simple, yet so detailed.

  Easton’s thumb rubbed back and forth up my slit, spreading juices as he went along. Sucking his thumb into his mouth, his eyes narrowed as his gaze held mine.

  “So, fucking sweet. Just as I thought you’d be. A sweet, juicy berry.”

  A smile lifted my lips.

  Gentle kisses on my thighs rained all the way down to my knees before he rose again.

  “Hold on, baby,” he said, lifting one of my thighs in the air.

  A sense of peace and relaxation enveloped me when he massaged the sole of my foot. Easton was careful to apply pressure in some areas while easing up in others.

  When he licked the sole of my foot, I giggled, but a bundle of nerves bunched in my belly and clenched between my thighs.

  Bracing myself against the wall, I closed my eyes when his mouth closed around my toe. I’d heard about men doing freaky shit like that, but I’d never been the recipient. And I damn sure never expected to like it.

  That particular erogenous zone was high on my list of new favorites. Taking his time, he alternated between licking and sucking each toe with massaging it.

  Hot desire shooting from my belly, pooling between my thighs, leaving me juicy and wet.

  A moan escaped my lips when he slid a finger inside of me and applied pressure to the front wall of my vagina. Slowly he slid his finger in and out while sucking my toe.

  Shit, if we never got around to screwing, I don’t think I could be mad. This man was pleasuring my body in ways I’d never experienced. And I didn’t have a single complaint.

  But when he finally closed his lips over my mound, I thought I’d already died and gone to heaven.

  12 – FIRE BLAZING

  My first taste of her had me addicted. How could I ever walk away from something so rich, so delectable, and moist? Not a cake, but damn close to it. This woman was a chocolate treat that woke up every sensation in my body.

  The way her hips jerked forward when my tongue slid into her, and her neck dropped back drove me crazy. And even the screeching sound of her nails coming down the wall wasn’t enough to stop me from devouring her.

  I’d fucked my way through quite a bit of ladies from around the world, and I’d never been starved for sex. But tasting Noelle was like adding season to my food for the first time. She awakened my senses and taste buds, eliminating the bland palate that dictated my sex life before.

  While I’d never been discriminatory in my selection of women, I’d never been with a black woman before. Not that it had ever been a problem, the opportunity just never arose. The only women I’d been with were white women and an Asian woman, and a couple of Hispanic women.

  After tasting Noelle and watching her sensual reaction to me, pleasuring her body made me not want to taste another woman. I devoured her, licking her inside and out, sucking all of her juices, and hungrily, greedily lapping up everything she had to offer.

  Soft, gentle purrs poured from those fat lips and made me want to taste them again, too. But I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her pussy to stop eating it for even a few seconds. Angling my head in different directions made it easier for me to slide my tongue further inside of her, touching her walls, driving her insane and dizzy with pleasure.

  Noelle’s fingers clutched the back of my head before tangling in the curls of my hair. She pulled and tugged, but it wasn’t enough to get me off her. I wasn’t letting her go, no matter how much she begged and pleaded. And she did, clenching her thighs tightly around my legs, pushing her hips forward and then pulling back. Crying, sobbing, and begging me to stop, then begging me never to stop.

  Grabbing her ass cheeks, I squeezed them tightly in my hands and pulled them apart, and squeezed them together repeatedly while my mouth covered her slit completely. She shook and screamed as she called out my name repeatedly.

  I licked her lips, sucked her clit, and lapped at her juices, sucking all of them up. I used my tongue to dry her up after she’d cum, making sure that my hunger was slaked before I released her.

  And when I did, I had to catch her when she slid down. Holding her in my arms, I kissed the side of her neck.

  “Sweet, baby. Damn!” I whispered as my dick strained against my pants.

  I rubbed my hand up and down her back, dropping to her waist, her ass, and then up again. Briefly, the thought returned that I might be taking advantage of her. After all, she’d just been dumped and lost her job.

  Noelle’s eyes opened, and she clasped my face in her hands. Pressing her lips against mine, she hungrily sucked at my lips and then my tongue. It was as if she needed to taste herself on me, and I gave in.

  When she’d finished, I lifted her into my arms as she wrapped her legs around my back. My hands cupped the back of Noelle’s head, bringing her down to me. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck as she leaned down and kissed me.

  I walked us to the couch, sitting down with her straddled on my lap. We kissed, taking our time exploring one another’s mouths. Her fingers nestled in my hair, her nails lightly raking my scalp, bringing chills to the surface of my skin.

  It wouldn’t be such a bad idea to be like this all the time. This woman, like this. Sitting on my lap with her legs wrapped around me. But what would be even better was if I were inside of her while we sat this way.

  Readjusting myself, I pulled my sweater over my head, accepting the assistance that she offered, throwing it onto the floor. Noelle was greedy and impatient about everything. When we got down to my t-shirt, she damn near ripped it trying to get it off. And when her hands reached for my buckle, I laughed.

  “Slow up, baby doll. I’ve got this.”

  “Not fast enough,” she breathed.

  She lifted off my lap to allow me to unbuckle my belt and unfasten my pants. When they dropped to my ankles, I grabbed a condom from my wallet and sheathed myself. Kicking my feet out of my pants, I lifted Noelle back onto my lap.

  Tension poured through my body as Noelle slid down my length, her eyes misting over, and her lips slightly parted.

  It took all my strength to maintain my control and not fuck her like a madman.

  “Marc,” she whispered.

  Something about the way that she said my name drove me crazy. Everyone called me Easton, including women I was intimate with. But she could call me Marc every day of the week if she wanted to. Hell, she could call me crazy, and I’d answer.

  “Yes, baby?”

  “You feel so...hard.”

  “I can get harder for you, baby,” I said, feeling my dick instantly responding and twitching and growing inside of her.

  “Sooo fat,” she moaned.

  My hands held tightly to her hips, not wanting to release. They were a perfect fit with my hands, designed specifically for me.

  Her ass was so big that even my sister’s tight jeans she’d worn couldn’t hold back that ass.

  It spread across my thighs and h
ung off the sides a bit. I imagined sliding between those cheeks and being completely covered.

  My hands moved from her hips to hold onto her ass. Subtle juggling turned into harder bouncing movements, and I watched as she took my dick like a champ, her mouth forming small and big “o’s.”

  It wasn’t lost on me that Noelle knew the power of the faces she made, the sensuality behind them. I could see it in the way she watched me and how she’d make another face to get a reaction out of me.

  Whether she was biting her lips, licking them, or her eyelids growing heavy, there was always a ghost of a smile flitting across her lips each time. But I didn’t care; I’d respond; however, she wanted me to. Give her anything she asked, up to half of my kingdom if she requested it.

  “More, I want more,” she begged, pressing her lips to mine, her tongue seeking entrance.

  This kiss was demanding, searching for answers I wasn’t sure either of us had. Commanding both of us to give in to something we didn’t understand, something beyond our control that had no path. It was a forest fire taking down everything in its way, and I was a willing victim, wanting no water to douse the fire within.

  Standing, I maneuvered around the table and lay Noelle on the ottoman near the fireplace. Grabbing her ankles, I lifted her partially off the ottoman as I bent at the knees. Diving into her was pure bliss as she hollered out. I gave her more, plunging deeper into her depths, making the two of us one unit, moving in a synchronous flow, a coordinated beat. I thumped, and she pumped.

  Thankfully, my house’s location in the middle of the woods in the mountains allowed our animal calls to go unheard. No matter how loud she screamed and begged, nor no matter how loud I roared and growled, only the animals could hear our cries.

  Our coming together was a purging of sorts. I couldn’t be sure, but I believed Noelle was releasing all the hurt and pain of Tucker’s rejection. She was accepting that she was desirable, beautiful, and wanted by a man. If only my movements could let her know how treasured she was.

  On the other hand, I was shedding my fear of closeness. In a short time, this woman unlocked a desire within me that I didn’t know existed. A will to protect and to cherish a woman as my own, unwilling to share her with the world.