by J. C. Wilder
Reaching for her belt, he loosened it then removed her trousers to reveal a shapely pair of legs and the tiniest pair of white holiday panties he’d ever seen. Even as he stared into the round, smiling face of Santa, his groin hardened.
Santa was one lucky man.
“Pervert,” he muttered. “Getting a hard-on at the first sight of an unconscious woman’s legs. I’ve arrested people for less than that.”
He draped her lower body with a thick blanket then reached for her shirt. After unbuttoning her shirt he opened it to reveal a surprisingly sexy bra. Then again, after the panty surprise he shouldn’t have been too surprised about her choice in undergarments. Lacy half cups barely contained her full breasts and her nipples were hard as pearls. His cock lunged for his zipper and he groaned. Damn, he was going to be deformed after this adventure.
Barely managing to avert his gaze, her bra was dispatched with military efficiency. Before he could avert his gaze and cover her with the blanket, he bit his tongue when he caught a glimpse of her large dusky nipples and areolas. His mouth went bone-dry and he snatched up the blanket to cover his guest.
Star was shivering uncontrollably so he took the afghan from the couch and spread that over her as well. Her teeth chattered and her eyes opened slightly.
“S-s-so c-c-cold.”
“I hear ya, baby,” he soothed. “You’ll warm up soon.”
“Hold me,” she whispered, her eyes already sliding shut once more. “I don’t want to die alone.”
“Star, you’re not dying.”
He cupped her cheek, alarmed to feel the chill hadn’t abated one bit since they’d come into the house. The fastest way to warm her was to climb in with her and his body heat would serve as a human heating blanket. He rose to remove his clothes, gritting his teeth when he eased the zipper over his burgeoning erection. Dropping his pants, he removed his socks and, at the last minute, opted to leave his boxers as they were. He’d hardly touched her and already he was as hard as a baton. The last thing he needed was the ultimate indignity of disgracing himself with her.
Easing in beside her, he gathered her cold body to his. Wincing when her chilly flesh met his, he wrapped himself around her as best he could. She was still shivering but his body was only aware of one thing—her soft, plush curves.
Easing onto his back, he kept her close beside him as he began to run his hands over those feminine curves to stimulate circulation. Staring up at the beamed ceiling, Justice began reciting World Series scores in an attempt to derail his raging erection.
“1926 World Series, Cardinals versus the Yankees. In the seventh game the St. Louis Cardinals won by one run and it was in this game that Babe Ruth was walked a record-setting four times.”
By the time he finished reciting the statistics his jaw ached and he was sweating. Running his hands over her side, he lightly skimmed her full breasts before coming to rest on her shoulders.
“In the 1942 World Series it was Cardinals versus the Yankees again. This time it only took five games for the Cardinals to win it all—”
She stirred and he bit back a groan when a silky sigh escaped her. Every hair on his body was standing alert and his cock began to throb.
“Five games—”
“Mmm,” she purred.
Wrapping the blankets tighter around her, he was somewhat relieved to see she was still unconscious. He’d hate for her to awaken and discover he was a pervert who molested freezing women.
The lights from the Christmas tree threw colorful shadows around the room and the crackle of the fire was soothing. Every time Star moved, her scent surrounded him, a mixture of female flesh and something floral, causing him to ache. His cock was testing the strength of his boxer seams and he was trying his best to ignore her. Slowly the shivers subsided, and by the time Maddie stretched out on the couch, Star had warmed considerably.
A gentleman would make a hasty exit.
Even as he planned his escape, she cuddled closer. Her breasts applied pleasant pressure to his side when she curved into him. One arm moved across his chest and her silken thigh draped over his. Rather than being unconscious, Justice was pretty sure she was sleeping instead.
He turned to stare into the fire. Too bad he wasn’t the slightest bit tired. His fingers tangled in her long, dark hair and he couldn’t help but grin. Who would’ve thought that the object of his hottest fantasies would end up in his arms on Christmas Eve? It looked like he’d received his Christmas wish after all.
Chapter Four
Damn, she had the softest mouth he’d ever felt.
Little cat licks teased the length of his erect cock before her mouth covered the broad head. Lacing his fingers through long hair, he smiled when the woman made a silky sound of approval in the back of her throat. Slim fingers wrapped around the shaft, squeezing lightly before moving into a leisurely up and down stroke. He growled when her mouth mimicked the movement, her tongue circling the head before taking him deep into her mouth.
“Damn, woman…”
His toes curled at the mind-blowing sensations as she assaulted his senses. With her sexy, appreciative murmurs, her unique feminine scent and a take-no-prisoners attitude, Star certainly knew how to please a man—
Star?
His eyes flew open and reality rushed in. Outside the wind still howled like a wild thing while Maddie snored with canine abandon on the couch. It was Christmas Eve, a blizzard raged outside, his dog had found Star Whitefeather in the snow, his boxers were around his ankles and now she was giving him a blowjob.
“You sure are one big boy, Justice Knight.”
With her ebony hair tangled about her shoulders and her nudity kissed by firelight, she was an image to behold, a wet dream of epic proportions. Her slim fingers were still curled around his cock and her sleepy sexy gaze was focused on his.
“Star—”
“Later, babe. My mouth is full.”
She dipped her head and gave him another spine-tingling suck. Her dark hair formed a curtain around her face as she went down on him, her tongue and hands intent upon seducing him. His eyes threatened to roll back in his head when she cupped his balls while her mouth continued to weave its spell. He shuddered when her fingernails grazed his balls.
Bracing his hands on the pallet, he allowed his head to drop back. His eyes closed and his jaw clenched. It had been too long since the last time his cock had received such devoted attention and he was desperate for release.
No, not yet…not yet…
Her hair tickled his inner thighs when she released him with a soft pop. His head came up and she gave him a sexy smile, her lips glistening. Reaching for him, she placed a firm hand on his chest.
“Lie down, stud. I’m hankering for a ride.”
Hankering?
Too stunned to resist, he lay back on the bed and she moved over him. Who knew Star Whitefeather of the ugly shoes and baggy clothes would be so…forward in bed?
Firelight illuminated her ample curves and he almost swallowed his tongue. Her thighs were plush and warm when they bracketed his hips. Her figure was a perfect hourglass, womanly and soft. In short, she was perfection. When her silken curls kissed the head of his cock, his breath hissed through his clenched teeth. Automatically his hands went to rest on her thighs while she teased her pussy with the head of his cock.
“I must’ve been a very good girl this year,” she purred. “Santa definitely had me at the top of the nice list this time around.”
He chuckled. “Oh yeah? And what does that say about me?”
Licking her rosy mouth, her smile grew wide. “You’ve been a very nice boy this year, Justice.” Positioning the head of his cock against her vagina, she allowed him the slightest of entries. “And I’ve been sent to reward you—”
She impaled herself on his cock and they both groaned simultaneously. She was so tight, so sweet that he was once again in danger of losing himself too soon.
1954 World Series—
“Hang on, Justice
. Mama has been waiting for this for such a very long time…”
With those startling words, Star tossed her head back and began to ride. Her muscular thighs clamped his hips and she moved over him with the grace of a show rider. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, her back a perfect arch as her eyes closed and she gave herself over to the magic they were creating.
Lost in her own world, she ran her hands ran up her belly, the left cupped her breast while the right skimmed her throat to tangle in her long hair. In that moment he knew he’d seen anything quite so beautiful as a woman taking her delight in her lover. Her eyes were closed and she emitted sexy growls of pleasure from pursed lips. Her pace increased and her breasts bobbed with the rhythm.
Skimming his hands over her thighs, he reached for her waist, positioning her so that with each stroke her clit was being stimulated. Her breathing grew ragged and her head came forward. Her hot chocolate eyes were dark with arousal.
“Touch me.” Her voice was ragged. “I need you to fuck me hard, Knight. I’ve been waiting so long, so many nights to have you inside me.”
His mind barely registered her words, only her need. Releasing her waist, he touched her breasts, the hardened tips prodding his palms in a silent plea. She arched into his grasp, her hands coming up to cover his. Gently she guided him, demonstrating how she enjoyed being touched.
Her hips moved over him and gradually the pace increased, causing her movements to become more frantic and uncoordinated. Releasing her breasts, he gripped her hips to guide her movements. Leaning forward, her palms landed on his chest. Arching her hips, she ground her clit against his cock.
“Just like that, beautiful,” he groaned.
“Justice?” Her voice was breathy.
“Star?”
“I think I’m coming.” Her voice held a world of wonder.
“Just let go and soar.”
“I’ve never—”
And with that she came with a cry. Her pussy tightened and she convulsed around him. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed as she howled with pleasure while he watched in awe and wonder at her feminine power.
After a few moments her body softened and she melted over him like warm caramel. Her breasts were plush against his chest and her hair was a living drape over them while tiny aftershocks continued to rocket through her.
“That was amazing.” Her voice was slow and deep with contentment.
“Amazing?” He couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Was that the wrong word? How about fun then?”
“Fun?” He laughed out loud then grasped her waist. Swinging her beneath him, Justice spread his thighs wide forcing hers up and out to the sides. “Fun is an afternoon fishing, lady. This, what we have here, is fucking incredible.”
She wrapped herself around him and he began to thrust. Her body cradled him perfectly and she met him movement for movement. Within moments he came with a roar, his hips continuing to hammer into hers even when his mind threatened to explode.
He collapsed over her, his nose buried in her silken hair. She stroked his back, murmuring encouragement, her fragrance surrounding him. Limp as a dishrag, he rolled to the side, bringing to her cuddle against him. After a few moments he thought that maybe, maybe he would be able to form a coherent sentence and they might be able to have a conversation.
Tucked into his side, Star gave a soft snore. Her face in repose was soft, lovely. Dark lashes accented the shadows beneath her eyes and her obvious exhaustion. Kissing her gently on the forehead, he silently bemoaned the fact that even though they’d had the most mind-blowing sex of his life, he didn’t even have the chance to kiss her.
* * * * *
What an amazing dream she’d had last night.
Star yawned and buried her nose deeper into the pillows. Now, her dreams staring the sexy Justice Knight were always hot, torrid events but never, ever had she achieved an orgasm in her sleep. Every muscle in her body carried the sensual lethargy that told her in no uncertain terms, she’d achieved the impossible.
An orgasm.
She grinned. Sex wasn’t high on her list of priorities, though judging from the delicious ache between her thighs, she should move it up at least a notch. In college she’d been too busy for men and now with her demanding job, she didn’t have the energy to fool around unless it was with herself. Making nice with a stranger was both time-consuming and stressful. Seeing that most of the time she chose to go home alone, it was also a waste of time.
She snickered into the pillowcase. Going by the complete relaxation she felt, maybe it was time—
A wet tongue slithered over her arm. Stunned, she shrieked and rolled away only to come up against a body in her bed.
A very warm, male body.
Sucking in a noisy breath, she moved away quickly. Stumbling to her feet, Star groaned when her head swam. Hell, this wasn’t her house! Staggering, she found a straight-backed chair near the fireplace. Bracing her arms on the back, she closed her eyes and willed her rebellious stomach back in line.
I will not throw up…I will not throw up…
When she opened her eyes the first thing she saw was the ugliest dog in the county. It was the honey-brown color of a boxer though its head was distinctly beagle-like complete with long floppy ears. Big brown eyes bulged from her head and her stump of a tail was wiggling so hard she was shaking from the shoulders back. Overjoyed to see Star’s eyes open, the dog leapt at her and her paws struck Star in the belly. Unbalanced, she staggered backward.
“Down, Fido.”
A sleepy male chuckle brought her head around and she almost swallowed her tongue when she saw Justice Knight. His dark eyes were sleepy, the faint stubble on his face gave him a bad boy air, and he was also very naked.
“Her name is Maddie and she’s harmless unless you have a porkchop in your pocket.”
Even his morning voice was delicious. Deep and sexy with a slight growl, it was the kind of voice that could lead a girl astray with no effort on his part.
“And seeing that you have no pockets, I would say you’re safe.”
Justice rose from the bed, the brilliant sunlight coming in the wide windows played over his honed body, shamelessly displayed for her viewing pleasure. He was tall, at least six inches taller than her own five foot eleven inches. Thick pale hair covered his chest leading into a neat trail down to his groin.
Wow.
Without an erection, Justice was still huge. Thick and veined, his cock was a work of art. As her gaze devoured him, his cock twitched. Startled, she looked at Justice and he was smiling.
“He’s happy to see you, too.” Justice winked and her thighs went weak. “Can we at least wait until I’ve had some coffee? I’m not a morning person at all. Too many years on evening and night shift have ruined me.”
Unconcerned with his nudity, he grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor. He pulled on his jeans while she admired the tight curve of his buttocks and the line of his back.
He picked up a white shirt then slid an arm around her waist. Leaning down he dropped a warm kiss on the side of her throat. Shivers expanded over her skin and she placed her hands on his broad chest.
“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?” His deep voice sent gooseflesh racing across her skin. When he cupped one bare butt cheek and gave her a familiar squeeze, her heart skipped a beat.
“Yes.” Her voice came out as a squeak.
“Put this on and I’ll make us some coffee.” He pressed something soft into her hand and, giving her a lazy smile, walked into the kitchen.
Stunned and unable to comprehend what was happening, she looked down at the white shirt in her hands. She was…nude.
Nude…in Justice Knight’s house.
Oh my God, what had she done?
Scrambling into the shirt, her fingers stumbled over each other in her haste to button up. Now what? She couldn’t walk into the kitchen, not yet at least. She needed a minute, just a minute to pull herself together.
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p; “Deputy, may I use your bathroom?”
He looked up from where he was spooning coffee into the coffeemaker, his eyes gleaming with humor.
“That’s pretty formal considering what we shared last night.” He nodded toward an archway across the room. “Through there and to the left, Star.”
Unable to speak, Star tried not to run as she made her escape. The floor was cold underfoot and she scrambled into the bathroom, grateful for the plush burgundy rug. When she tried to shut the door, Maddie’s ugly face appeared.
“Uh, shoo, Fluffy.”
“Maddie,” Justice called from the kitchen. “Come here, girl.”
The dog raced off in a clatter of toenails.
Grateful for a moment of privacy, she shut the door. The room was bright thanks to the windows, though when she tried the light switch, nothing happened. Obviously the storm had knocked out the power though it did nothing to explain how she’d ended up naked in Justice Knight’s house. After making quick use of the facilities, she wrapped her arms around her waist then peered out the window.
Sunlight glinted off the snow, forcing her to squint. Judging from the bushes near the porch, the snow was at least two feet deep and it had drifted against the front of the house.
Slowly memories from last night’s events came filtering back. The home assessment of the Michaels family, the wreck, hitting her head on the window and the long, hard walk through the storm. But that didn’t explain how she’d ended up in his bed. Had he taken advantage of her while she was in a stupor?
Hurrying back to the mirror, she raised her bangs to inspect the small knot on her forehead. It was a deep purple with a small cut in the center but it appeared to be superficial. Could it be that she was unconscious and Justice had molested her when she couldn’t fight back? What else could it be?
That bastard…
Outraged, she flung open the bathroom door and stomped toward the kitchen just itching to give him a piece of her mind. He stood near the breakfast bar, a cup of coffee in one hand and a Danish in the other. At his feet stood an adoring Maddie, her tail wiggling just as fast as ever.