All I Want for Christmas Eve

by Olivia Noble

  I really feel like I am in no position to judge. But I can’t resist poking fun at my big sister, to pay her back for teasing me about Adam earlier. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask her. “Do you have a fetish?”

  “Sorry?” she responds, and she sounds worried.

  “Dating men named after animals from Disney movies! First Sebastian the singing crab from The Little Mermaid, and now Sven the reindeer from Frozen? Who’s next? Olaf? Simba? Abu?”

  Mary sighs deeply. “I didn’t choose their names, okay?”

  “Are you going to call me one day and say you’ve hooked up with Nemo?” I ask her. “Iago? Mushu? Stitch?”

  “Stop it, Eve,” she says with a groan. Now she is the one groaning, and that’s satisfying. So, so satisfying. I mean, not as satisfying as multiple orgasms. But still.

  “It was completely unintentional,” Mary explains, “and that is also not the whole point of this phone call. You see, Mom was pressuring me to bring Sebastian because she thought it would cheer up Dad. So, I was planning to just… pretend that Sven is Sebastian. So that Mom and Dad don’t know how complicated everything is. But Sven says we shouldn’t start our relationship on a lie, and I know it’s not fair to him. What do you think I should do?”

  “That is… a tricky question,” I say. “Can you turn on video, so I can see your reindeer?”

  Mary initiates the video call, and I accept. It is really good to see my sister’s face.

  “Hello, Rudolph,” I say with a wave at Sven. Holy shit, that guy is huge. Go, Mary! “Don’t you have some muscles.”

  “Am I going to have to deal with reindeer jokes for the rest of my life?” Sven asks, making a face.

  “Probably,” I tell him. “So, what are your intentions with my sister?”

  “I’m just going to try to make her as happy as I possibly can, for as long as she’ll let me,” Sven responds.

  “Good answer,” I say, nodding with approval. “Okay, you can keep this one, Mary. He’s a good reindeer.”

  “That doesn’t help me decide what to do with Mom and Dad,” she responds.

  “Hell if I know, sis! You’re on your own.”

  Mary sighs. “Okay, fine. How’s Adam, by the way. Are you pregnant yet?”

  I make a face, glancing back to the garage where I left him. “One crisis at a time. I’ll tell you everything later.”

  We say our goodbyes, and hang up, and I stand there for a second, staring at my green armchair. Adam enters the house then, brushing snow off his gloves.

  “You still want to bring the chair?” he asks.

  “No,” I say sadly. “It was my grandma’s. She used to sit in it and read stories to me while the other kids were out playing. I was named after her. Evelyn. Grandma Evie. She was the absolute best.”

  “I can load it up in the truck if you want it,” Adam says.

  “No, it’s fine,” I say, giving him a bright smile. “It’s ancient and outdated, I know. I tend to hold onto things for way too long. I need to let go, and move forward with my life.”

  “Okay,” Adam says, holding the door open for me. “Hasta la vista, chair!”

  Turns out that Adam is just as lovely and the city as he is in the middle of nowhere. He’s entertaining on car rides and even stopping at a gas station to fill up and grab snacks is enjoyable with him. (We also grabbed condoms.) It was a fun little road trip, and once we arrived in Fairbanks, we headed directly to the hospital to get him checked out. Even waiting in the emergency room with him for hours was pleasant. After getting some x-rays, and learning that Adam doesn’t have any broken bones—just a bone bruise or contusion, we had to get him a splint to keep him from moving the leg too much while it heals.

  Now, we are in the car, headed toward a dealership, to sell my Jeep. Since I do not intend on returning to Alaska, it does not make sense to leave it here. But it almost hurts to let it go, more than my armchair.

  “My parents gave me this car,” I tell Adam sadly. “I was the first one of my siblings to learn to drive, and I would take it all over Minnesota when I was a teenager. When I decided to go to school in Alaska, my dad helped me take turns driving the Jeep all the way up here. Everyone thought I was crazy, but my dad was always on my side. That was such an amazing trip, spending time with him like that. I’m going to miss this vehicle. It always reminded me of him.”

  “It sounds like you guys have an amazing relationship,” Adam says. “But just look on the bright side—you’re letting go of the Jeep to go home and make new memories with your dad, while you still can.”

  “I know,” I say softly. “It just hurts to say goodbye.”

  Adam reaches over the center console and holds my hand. “Don’t worry, Eve. You’ll have plenty of time to spend with your dad. He’s not going anywhere, anytime soon.”

  “If it’s Alzheimer’s, then there’s no cure,” I whisper.

  Adam squeezes my hand. “You don’t know what it is unless you take him to the doctor. Stop thinking the worst, okay?”

  “Okay,” I respond softly, squeezing his hand in return. Then I turn to look at him. “Thank you, Adam.”

  “Hey, don’t thank me,” he says. “I think you’re crazy for moving way out here, too.”

  I smile. “But it helped me meet you. So maybe I was right where I needed to be.”

  He looks over at me with surprise. “I do believe that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

  “Don’t get used to it,” I warn him playfully.

  Chapter Twelve

  It was a few hours until we could get a flight to Minnesota, so we decided to grab a hotel room to get some rest before taking an Uber there. Adam wanted to take me out on the town but I felt kind of exhausted from all the moving and packing and driving, so I just wanted to rest in the hotel with him, and cuddle. He was also happy to rest his leg.

  This trip has been surprisingly emotionally exhausting, and I’m so grateful that Adam is coming home with me. Having him nearby has definitely helped to ease the stress.

  “Tell me what your job is,” I ask him sleepily as we lie snuggled up together in bed.

  “I kind of told you the first night we met,” he answers.

  “You said all kinds of things,” I remind him.

  “True. Well, I meant the part about running a charity. I organize charities and fundraisers for a living. Things are always busy this time of year, so I guess that’s part of the reason I crashed—literally and figuratively. It has been really relaxing and rejuvenating to spend time with you, Eve.”

  “Are you going to have to go back to your life soon?” I ask him, drawing circles on his arm.

  “Probably, but if you want, you can also be a part of my life,” he says. “I hope you’ll want that.”

  “Can you work from Minnesota?” I ask him.

  “Partially. I will have to travel sometimes for events, and to see my family.”

  “Of course,” I tell him. “I just don’t know how much of all the romantic shit you say is jokes, and how much is real.”

  “It’s all real,” Adam says, turning to the side and kissing me. “Do you want me to show you how real?”

  “Yes,” I answer with a smile, kissing him back. “Especially now that we have those candy-cane colored condoms.”

  He groans. “I cannot believe that was the only type the gas station had. Only in Alaska.”

  I shrug. “Not much to do around here! I guess when everyone heard about the storm, they bought all the condoms that weren’t hilarious.”

  “Can I can make a candy cane condom look sexy instead of hilarious?” Adam wonders. “Challenge accepted!”

  “Anything would look sexy on your candy cane,” I tell him huskily, sliding my hand down to feel his size. I have been dying to have sex with this man, and everything seems to be getting in the way. But I think that we might finally have the stars aligned.

  “Well,” Adam says as he kisses my neck, “I think we’re about to find out.”
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  “I’ve only been waiting forever.”

  “Forever? We just met a few days ago,” he responds between kisses, as he removes my clothing and starts to massage between my legs.

  “But we survived a huge blizzard, and a plane crash, and power outages. It feels like longer than a few days,” I tell him, as I fumble with his pants.

  “It does,” he agrees. And then he looks down at the splint on his leg. “Dammit, that stupid thing is in the way. I should take it off.”

  “It’s necessary for you to heal,” I tell him, pinning him down on the bed. “Besides, we can just do it like this.” Sliding down his boxers, and lowering my face to his boxers, I take his cock into my mouth. I move my head up and down on his shaft, teasing him all the way with my tongue.

  His hips buck at the sensation. “Eve,” he groans, reaching down and grasping my hair. “That feels so fucking good.”

  Hearing the arousal in his voice and feeling his cock twitching with pleasure in my hand causes my own body to grow wet with excitement and anticipation. I continue to suck on him until he grasps my shoulders and stops me.

  “That’s enough of that,” he says gruffly. “I want you.”

  “Yeah?” I say coyly, sliding over him so that he can feel how wet I am.

  Adam exhales a shuddering breath. “Eve, you feel so good. I wish I didn’t have to use the damn condom. I just want to feel you.”

  I freeze a little. “Are you sure? I guess—I’m not at a fertile point in my cycle. Maybe you could pull out?”

  “That would be amazing,” he says. “If you’re okay with that.

  I nod, as the idea has caused me to grow even more wet. I am pretty sure I’m dripping all over him. “Yes. I want that too.”

  “Good. We will be very careful and safe, I promise.”

  “Are you safe?” I ask him in a whisper, even as I’m still grinding myself against his naked cock. “Seriously?”

  He takes my hand and kisses my fingers. “Safe as sitting on Santa’s lap.”

  “I don’t think that’s a great comparison right now,” I say as I try to keep my senses about me. “Which Santa? Because there are probably some sleazy mall Santas out there...”

  “The real Santa,” Adam explains. “Real beard, real belly, real magic.”

  “Oh.” Well, I can’t argue with that. The real Santa is super safe. “The same real Santa who sent you to me on his sleigh?”

  “Yes,” Adam answers. “That Santa.”

  “Okay,” I say hoarsely, still rubbing myself on him. I happen to know for a fact that the real Santa is a kind, good hearted man, like my father. He wouldn’t send me chlamydia for Christmas. That’s just against the rules of gift-giving. He also wouldn’t send a present who was married or a jerk, or anything unpleasant.

  Alright. I’ve convinced myself that this is a good idea, and I don’t care who thinks otherwise.

  “Have you been a good girl, Eve?” Adam asks teasingly, grasping my hips and lifting them, positioning himself to enter me. “Do you deserve to sit on Santa’s lap?”

  “Oh my god,” I say with a shudder. “Yes.”

  He pulls my hips down slowly over his erection, letting his cock slowly push into me. One inch at a time, I feel my insides expanding and stretching with the size of him. I close my eyes and gasp, placing a hand on his chest for balance. “Adam,” I whisper.

  He tightens his hold on my hips and lifts them again, and this time, he thrusts upward into me. Adam groans at the sensation. “You feel perfect. You feel so fucking good.”

  I feel like I’m going to cry. The sensation of having him inside me is so perfect. I want to freeze frame this moment and this feeling and relive it over and over again. But before I can remember how amazing it feels, he does something else to me and it feels even more amazing.

  Adam fucks me from below in long, luxurious, slow strokes. And then faster, with more force, driving himself in as deeply as possible. I find myself grinding my pussy down on him, desperate for more contact and more friction. But the feeling of him filling me is making my body grow limp on top of him, so I am thankful that he is still doing most of the work from the bottom.

  “Hold on,” Adam says, reaching down and removing his leg brace. He tosses it aside, before lifting me and placing me down on the bed, following with his body so we are still attached. He moves so gracefully, like a dancer.

  And once he’s on top of me, I let my whole body relax as I wrap my legs around him and let him do whatever he wants to me, moving at a frenetic pace, which is almost animalistic in nature. My whole body quivers.

  “I’m getting close,” I gasp out as I feel my pussy tighten around him, my muscles contracting involuntarily.

  “I know,” he says, pressing a kiss against my mouth. “Come for me, Eve,” he says against my lips.” Then he hotly French kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth at the same time as his cock pounds my insides, and I feel my whole body shudder with release. I gasp against his lips, and I know he knows. My hands grip his shoulders tightly, and he slows down his pace for me to ride it out.

  “Oh my god,” I whisper. “Oh my god.”

  He kisses my forehead. “Good?”

  “Yeah,” I say. “Your turn.”

  “I’ve been close for a while,” he says. “Can I finish in your mouth?”

  “Yes,” I say, wanting nothing more than to taste him.

  “Okay,” he says, pulling his cock almost all the way out, and then slamming it back in, making me gasp. He picks up the pace slowly, achingly slowly, and I tighten my legs around him.

  “Adam,” I whisper, pressing my lips against his shoulder. I realize that I want to tell him that I love him, which is a really uncool thing to do, so I just press my face into his shoulder instead, while he fucks me senseless.

  “You’re mine, Eve,” he says, as he increases the intensity. “Okay? You belong to me now.”

  “Okay,” I whisper weakly, clutching his arm.

  “I’m close now,” he says. “I’m right at the edge. Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” I tell him.

  He pulls out and positions himself over top of me, and I sit up slightly and grasp his cock as I take it into my mouth. Adam moans and grasps the back of my head as his cock pulses. Hot, salty ejaculate shoots into the back of my throat, a giant load that makes me somehow feel how much he wanted me with every single drop.

  I don’t know why this is so satisfying, but it is. I love the taste of him, and I lick every drop off his penis, before he groans and collapses beside me.

  “Damn,” he whispers.

  “Damn, indeed,” I say, moving to put my head in the crook of his arm. We are both sweaty and spent this time, and it feels even better than before.

  It feels so natural to be close to Adam like this, and I think it’s my favorite place in the world to be—naked and tangled up with him.

  “Evie,” he says gruffly, stroking my hair. “I know you’re going to think I’m crazy for saying this, and think I’m just messing with you, but—”

  “I love you,” I say at the same time that he says it.

  “Hey, no fair. I was trying to say it first,” Adam says with disappointment. “Wait—you love me?”

  “I think so,” I respond happily, as I snuggle against him. “At least 63%.”

  “I’ll take it,” he responds. “I’m sure that I can increase that number. But you’ve already got my 100%.”

  “Good,” I say sleepily.

  Chapter Thirteen

  We barely made it to the airport on time, after sleeping in slightly too long. Good sex is like a sleeping drug. And that was amazing sex. I felt so close to Adam since then that I haven’t been able to stop touching him or holding his hand, all through the airport. I think the skin-on-skin contact causes a much more intense bonding… it must be something chemical. I have never felt this way about anyone else that I’ve been with.

  I always tried to be so safe, so careful. But Adam really does make me
want to let go, relax, and trust someone. Maybe it’s just the crazy way that we met. Maybe he’s just different from the other guys I’ve been close to. I hope he is.

  My head is resting on his shoulder, and his arm is around me as we sit cuddled up on the airport seats, our suitcases before us, waiting for our boarding section to be called.

  I have noticed that a few people seemed to recognize Adam, which surprises me. A few people are pointing at him and whispering with excitement, and I’m slightly impressed by that. I suppose now that I’m serious about him, I should Google him. But I haven’t had a chance when we haven’t been separated for a single minute.

  “Zone 2 now boarding,” the announcer calls.

  “That’s us,” I say, rising to my feet.

  Adam seems distracted, tapping his foot and looking off to the side.

  “Adam?” I ask, as I collect my suitcase.

  “Oh, sorry.” He rises to his feet and grabs his carry-on as he follows me to the counter where we are about to scan our tickets. And then he freezes.

  The lady scans my ticket, and then moves to scan Adam’s.

  But he is not holding out his ticket.

  I tug on his hand gently. “Adam?”

  I see his throat move with the motion of swallowing. He’s staring at the plane we are about to board, and his whole body seems to be locked up in fear. “I can’t do it, Eve.”

  My heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”

  He takes a few steps backward, and sits down abruptly in one of the chairs. He puts a hand on his chest. I realize he might be having some kind of panic attack. “Adam, are you okay?” I say, rushing to his side.

  “Yes,” he responds, “but I just can’t get on that plane. I’m sorry.”

  “We already purchased our tickets,” I say with confusion. “Do you want to try to delay the flight?”

  “No, Eve. I can’t fly. I can’t get on a plane.” He stares up at me in amazement. “I thought it would be okay, but it’s too soon. I guess crashing did bother me emotionally more than harmed my body.”