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

by Cassie Verano

  Lowering to his knees, Marc spread my legs open. The water was streaming from the shower slicking over his dark hair, plastering it to his head.

  He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, and his mouth greedily searched out my lower lips.

  With a long lick and prod of his tongue, he looked up at me. “I missed this sweet pussy.”

  My hips pushed forward, eagerly giving him everything that he sought. How I juiced up for this man was amazing and beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

  Marc’s hands held me firmly in place as he dove inside of me, lips, nose, and damn near his chin.

  “Maaarc!” I screamed out his name, holding onto the porcelain soap tray attached to the wall with one hand and his shoulder with the other.

  How the hell I was about to give all this up, I had no idea.

  This beautiful man with the beautiful soul, glancing up at me every now and then to make sure my needs were sated, was the perfect Christmas present. I couldn’t ask for a better gift nor sacrifice than the love he showed me in every action.

  17 – CHRISTMAS SYMPHONY

  So sweet and tasty. I’d sacrifice a thousand contracts to be on my knees between her legs like this. The ultimate gift. This woman kept giving and giving to me repeatedly, never holding anything back. Even now as she worked her hips back and forth, allowing me to taste every inch of her slit.

  The soft, pink folds of tissue so pliable and so wet against my lips. I could feast on this pussy a million times or more and never grow tired.

  When her body jerked forwards, and backward I squeezed my hold on her hips tighter, keeping her in place until she was complete. Satisfied. Placated. Content.

  Except she wasn’t. As soon as I stood, kissing her thighs, hips, belly, breasts, and neck as I went, Noelle sank to her knees.

  “What’re you doing, baby?”

  “Satisfying the answer to a question I’ve had,” she said, taking my rigid cock in her hands and running her fingers up and down, tracing every nick and vein.

  Straining in her hands, I felt myself jerking and twitching, trying hard to stay in control as her warm hands brought pleasure by a simple touch.

  Frowning, I asked, “What?”

  “How you taste. You know my taste inside and out. I thought I’d never get a chance to know what you taste like. And if I died at this moment, at least now I know,” she said before closing her lips over my rod.

  “Fuck!” I growled, pounding the shower wall with my fist as the heat of her mouth encompassed my shaft, and I slowly began moving my hips forward.

  The sucking sounds she made mixed with the groans were fucking with my head. Damn, she was going to make me cum off her sounds alone. And Lord, when I looked down to see her kneeling before me in such a submissive position, it was almost my undoing.

  Pressing a fist against my forehead, down to my eyes, and then cupping it against my mouth, I was at a loss of how to keep control. But I knew I needed to. Not only did I not want this feeling to end, but I also wanted to be inside of Noelle. This dance we did wouldn’t be complete until we were one.

  My fists moved away, one at a time, to grab her head. Fingers intertwined in her silken, slightly coarse locs; I slowly slid my dick inch by inch further into her mouth, pumping as I allowed myself to become acquainted with the hot smoothness of her lips, tongue, and throat.

  Noelle pulled back, spit down my shaft, and took me into her mouth again. Well lubricated, I eased further into her mouth in a smoother way. Inch by inch, I saw my meat disappearing.

  Her hollow, golden bronze cheeks sucking in as she took me down and then pulled out again. The sensual passion she created elevated when she gently sucked on my balls, causing me to lift on my tiptoes. Soft, gentle hands stroked my balls in tandem with her tongue working them over.

  “Fuck, girl. This feels so good!” I growled.

  No matter what we did together, it was sheer perfection. And I had no complaints when she released my balls and sucked my dick down her throat again.

  “I’m fucking that throat until this cum shoots all down it. Ahh, fuck, Noelle,” I grunted as I pumped faster, fisting my hands in her hair.

  She moaned and winked at me. There was no way that I could stop. Though I wanted her in the worst way, Noelle’s lips on my dick were magic I’d never encountered.

  Despite the addictive feeling she incited within me, just when I was about to cum, I pulled out of her. I needed to be inside of her. To feel her again wrapped around me.

  Jerking her to her feet, I pushed her against and up the wall just a little. Streams of water slicking over our bodies, I pressed myself against her, aiming my dick to line up with her slit.

  “I want you raw,” I whispered against her jawline as I licked and kissed it.

  “Okay,” she whimpered.

  “Are you hot, wet, and ready for me?”

  “Mm-hmm,” she murmured.

  “Good.”

  I slid into her and froze. The soft, wet heat of her pussy wrapped around my dick with no barrier of protection was more than I could handle.

  “Fuck!” I grunted through my teeth. “Stop,” I muttered when she started rocking as I placed a hand on her hip and the other on her breast.

  “Why? You feel so good,” she murmured, arching her back.

  “I can’t hold it right now if you move. Your pussy’s so perfect, Noelle.”

  Subtle little sucking motions Noelle created around my dick caused my eyes to close, and my head dropped forward. I bit her shoulder.

  “Oww!”

  “Hold still, just a second,” I pleaded.

  Noelle grabbed my hand and rubbed it in circular motions around her breast. I lifted my head and slowly began to slide in and out of her again. Together we rocked, in sync with one another.

  My free hand slid over the expanse of her stomach, rolling up to pinch one nipple and upward to cup her chin. That’s when I felt it.

  The moisture that felt different than the water sluicing over our bodies. This water was warmer than the shower water that was turning cool.

  “Noelle?”

  “Yes?” I heard her whimper.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  “I thought I was going to lose you.”

  “I’d have fought to make you mine,” I growled. “I won’t let a damn thing take you from me.”

  I slid out of her, releasing her feet to the shower floor, and turned her around with her back to me.

  Grabbing her hands, I placed them on the shower wall and then moved my hands to her hips, holding her in place. Spreading her legs with my feet, I slid inside of Noelle and began thrusting upward, my balls bouncing.

  Her moans and cries created a symphony with the sounds of the water hitting the shower tile and floor, along with the sound of my balls slapping against her. It was the sweetest music I’d ever heard.

  There was no doubt in my mind that this woman was the right one for me. No matter how quick our short love affair was, some things you just know. And I’d lived life long enough with a solid experience to understand what I was accepting and what I wouldn’t accept.

  “WE NEED TO TALK,” I said, lying in bed next to her a couple of hours later.

  “About?”

  “Some of the truth about my past.”

  She frowned in confusion and I reached out, erasing the furrow between her eyebrows away.

  “Remember when I was hesitant about eating your cooking?”

  Noelle’s eyes blazed with contempt as she rolled them.

  “It was because a friend of mine lost his life over a woman cooking for him. When I was still with the FBI, he was undercover and trying to get information on an informant who’d supposedly turned against us. We had no idea who the informant was, but he’d been given a name. John suspected this woman was involved with the informant, so he planned to seduce her. But she was doing the seducing. He started trusting this woman more than he should with details he had no right sharing with anyone outside of the
bureau and no one on the case. One night, he’d gone to her house for dinner, and she poisoned him. Luckily, it didn’t kill him. But when he got out of the hospital, he spent almost six months tracking her down. When he finally found her, he tried killing her. John beat her to within an inch of her life. I walked into the apartment she’d been hiding out at and saw it. I tried telling him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. He pulled a gun on her, threatening to kill her at the moment. She had no fight left within her. I knew he’d do it, too. So, I pulled the trigger first, shooting John.”

  “But why?” Noelle asked, her eyes large with fear.

  “To save her. Or try to, but I failed.”

  “John,” a bare whisper, but the word dripped off her lips with shock.

  The bedroom went silent as tears formed in Noelle’s eyes. I saw the recognition in her eyes.

  “That’s the story about...your sister!”

  I nodded. “Yeah.

  “So, the third lover...that was you. And what you’d told me before. That wasn’t true?”

  I shook my head “no.”

  “Was any of it true? What...what happened to him?”

  “It’s all true. He died.”

  “And her?”

  “She died. None of that part was a lie. I wasn’t ready to share all of that information with you so soon because we’d just met. The only reason I disclosed any of it was because I didn’t want you worried about being safe with me. So, I gave you the story that the agency fed to the public.”

  “But was her last name really McKnight instead of Easton?”

  “It’s the name the agency gave her to conceal her true identity.”

  “Did you get any type of disciplinary action?”

  “A slap on the hands, I guess you’d call it,” I said, jumping up from the bed.

  “Where’re you going?”

  “Be right back.”

  I made my way into the living room, grabbing my coat and removing the packet from it.

  During my time away from Noelle, I’d had time to deal with the pain of failing to save my sister. I couldn’t continue running from the heartache and dealt with it head on. It was time to start living again and to stop pushing away anything and anyone that encroached upon my private life. Time to rid myself of my aloof attitude I’d carried for so long.

  When I returned to the bedroom, I dropped the packet on the bed beside Noelle. I opened it and removed the documents and handed them to her.

  I waited while she read the documents. They pointed at the case going awry and the individuals involved, except for me. She finished and looked up at me with sorrow in her eyes.

  “There’s only so much that will be found when the government doesn’t want a trail. And since I was still alive and with the bureau, it was in their best interest to cover for me. My sister was an agent, but she’d gone rogue.”

  “Is that...is that why you got out of the bureau?”

  “Partially. I lasted another year, and I couldn’t deal with the betrayal anymore or losing friends. I took early retirement, my savings, and the money from Chelsea’s life insurance policy because I was the beneficiary and bought the cabin and started Easton Executive Enforcement Services. Who murdered Agent John Crawford, that’s remained unsolved. Only a few select members of the bureau know that,” I finished.

  “Why’d you tell me?”

  “Because I don’t want to keep any secrets from you. If we’re going to be together, it’s important that you know the man that you’re with. I think you’ve been through enough of people withholding information from you,” I said.

  “Yes, I have.”

  “I don’t plan to ever have you experience that as long as we’re together. It’s important that you know that you can trust me and depend on me, Noelle.”

  A tentative smile formed on my lips as she crawled on top of me and began to show me the ways that I could count on her, too.

  18 – NEW YEAR’S EVE SURPRISE

  The Christmas that I thought was the worst ever turned out to be the best. I was so glad that Marc didn’t give up on me even when I tried to force him to. The lies I told and the avoidance wasn’t enough to push him out of my life. I was thankful that he saw through my deception.

  Unfortunately, there was still the little matter of the job. I had none. Nothing would happen over the holiday season, but my mind went wild with thoughts of Tucker successfully blocking me from moving forward.

  Not wanting to worry Marc about my fears any further, I spent more time pushing those thoughts aside when I was with him. When he was away, I applied for every possible open position I could find. Even those that were a little further out of town.

  Marc and I spent most nights together after Christmas night. During the day, he had several jobs he was required to fulfill because the holidays were the busiest season for his company. A few nights, he had to go away to serve at some function, but he found his way back to my condo around one or two in the morning.

  What I loved most about Marc was that he didn’t expect sex every time he came to my bed. A couple of nights, he whispered in my ear that he just wanted to hold me. Those words made my uterus wiggle.

  I could settle for a man like him, really build a future with him. But the thought of that scared me, too, because that’s the same way I felt about Tucker before he pulled the rug out from under me.

  The day before New Year’s Eve, I received a phone call setting up an in-person interview for the VP of Finance with MERC Enterprises.

  The interview was scheduled for New Year’s Eve! One day of prep time! Who does that?

  I was freaking out over the situation but thankful that I received the call. Holly and Ari were more than confident that I would get the position. I just wanted to survive the interview process.

  Marc was busy, and I didn’t want to impose my nervousness on him, so I decided to apprise him once everything was said and done.

  “Excuse me. What floor is MERC Enterprise on, please?” I asked the security guard at the desk.

  “Third floor,” she said with a smile.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome and Happy Holidays,” she called as I turned away.

  Tossing a smile over my shoulder, I replied, “Happy Holidays to you, too.”

  Her infectious smile and aura changed my energy. Heading for the elevators, I didn’t have the same trepidation that circled in the pit of my stomach as I did before entering the building.

  Running through a list of my accomplishments at Timbers Pharma calmed my nerves. Recalling Marc’s hands on my body the night before bought a rise of heat to my cheeks. And recalling how he’d phoned me this morning and said that he loved and believed in me bought joy to my soul.

  “Just can’t stay away, can you,” Tucker said as I stepped off the elevator and he stepped on.

  What the hell was he doing here? Had he gotten word of my interview that fast and come personally to destroy my chances? All the peace and serenity I’d basked in just moments earlier hung back on the elevator.

  What the hell did he mean that I “just can’t stay away?” Worry and nerves jumbled together in my belly, creating a ball of nervous energy.

  Was Tucker on the board for MERC? Or was MERC under Timbers Pharma? If so, I wanted nothing to do with this job. I’d be damned if I’d be under him ever again in any form!

  The buzzing phone in my purse broke my attention for a moment. I pulled it out and read the text.

  HOLLY: GIRL, YOU’VE got this! Don’t let anything stop your flow. The enemy is always lurking, waiting for an opportunity to devour.

  Me: Thanks, girl. You have no idea how much I needed this message right now.

  RAPIDLY BLINKING MY eyes to ward off the prickly sting of the tears, I pushed my phone back into my purse and trudged ahead.

  Walking around the corner, I spotted the glass double doors of MERC, decked out with double wreaths, and trimmed in garland. Pushing the door open, I inhaled the fragrant aroma of pine an
d cinnamon. Soft Christmas melodies rang out through the speakers overhead.

  “Welcome to MERC Enterprises; how can I help you?” a young lady with the name Mona on a nametag greeted.

  “Hi, I’m here for an interview with Rhonda Cassenburg.”

  “Noelle Riley? Come in and have a seat. I’ll let Ms. Cassenburg know you’re here, and she’ll be out shortly.”

  “Thanks,” I said, taking a seat and unbuttoning my coat. I relaxed and listened to Christmas music until I just couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Excuse me, Mona?”

  “Yes?”

  “Would you happen to know if Tucker Timbers is on the board of directors for MERC Enterprises?”

  Frowning, she shook her head no, and her eyes widened slightly. “No, ma’am. He’s not.”

  “Does his company happen to own MERC or be affiliated with it in any form?”

  “Not to my knowledge. But you can ask Ms. Cassenburg those questions. She would have more knowledge of it than I would,” Mona said.

  “Okay, thank you.”

  I know she probably thought I was crazy, but her answer was the difference between me staying and walking out of the door.

  In no time at all, Ms. Cassenburg arrived, whisking me down a hall to a conference room. Three other people in the room were part of the interview panel. The questions they lobbed at me were easy enough, and they were impressed with my skills.

  As the interview neared an end, I felt as if I’d nailed it. Until the one question tossed at me by a gentleman on the panel blindsided me.

  The topic of Tucker Timbers was tossed onto the table, and when I say that curveball threw me off my A-game. It threw me completely off.

  “What is your relationship with Mr. Tucker Timbers?” Mr. Greenly asked.

  “I...uh, there is no relationship. As you’re aware, he’s my...my former employer,” I stammered.