by Frankie Love
I nod. “If I ever get married, I don’t want to wait that long.”
“A few months isn’t long to plan a wedding.”
“Sure, but I’d just want to start living my life with the person I loved. I wouldn’t want the show.”
“This isn’t a show,” she says picking up one of the ribbons. “It’s a symbol of their love.”
“Sophia and James picked all this?”
Noelle gets red in the face, biting her bottom lip. Looking so damn adorable as she does. “Not exactly. Sophia refuses to make a decision, she said she had no idea what would make a wedding look nice … her mom left when she was young, so it’s not like there was a mother-of-the-bride to pick up the slack, and her dad lives in London now. So, I had to make the choices for her.”
I realize then this wedding Noelle is planning isn’t for Sophia at all. It is her dream wedding. The velvet bows and the arbor and the lodge with a big river rock fireplace.
“I like the things you chose. It’s perfect for a Christmas wedding.”
She lifts her chin. “You really think so?”
I smile, stepping toward, realizing at that moment that no one has been telling her she’s doing a good job. That she is planning a beautiful wedding. “I do. This is Linesworth, at Christmas and so the lodge is perfect. And the photos outside, in the snow, will be beautiful.”
Her eyes light up. “That’s what I thought. And the cake, you’ve got to see it, Brooks,” she says, pulling her phone from her purse. As she unlocks it and begins scrolling through her photos, she gets red. “Sorry. I totally invited you to my house for a hook-up and I’m showing you wedding cakes. This is why I’m single,” she says laughing.
But I rest a hand on the small of her back. I like her sincerity, her genuine desire to make this day beautiful for her friends. There’s a large part of me though, that wishes this day weren’t for Sophia and James. It should be Noelle’s day, no one else’s.
“Let me see,” I tell her, and she hands me her phone. It’s a white three-layer cake with two pine trees on the top, all decked out for Christmas. A big one, and a little one. “That’s a cute cake topper.”
“Not too dorky?”
“Not dorky at all. Christmassy.” My thumb accidentally slides her photo over as I had her back the phone. It’s a photo of a white and red lingerie set. It’s fucking sexy as hell. “You picking out the clothes for her wedding night too? Because that might be crossing a line,” I tease.
She’s blushing though, bright red. “No, I didn’t buy that for Sophia. I bought it for…”
“For who?” I ask, setting her phone down, and turning her toward me.
“I bought it for myself. I thought… I don’t know… Maybe I’d get my Christmas wish too.”
My hands are on her waist, drawing her closer, and she steps into my arms, looking up at me. “And what was that, Noelle?”
She closes her eyes. “I wished that this year, I wouldn’t be alone for Christmas. Sophia will be married and on her honeymoon, and she’s my family. So, I made a plan.”
“What was that?”
She groans. “I was going to find someone at the wedding reception to take home with me.”
“And you were going to wear that for them?”
She nods. “Now you are totally going to judge me.”
I sweep her hair from her eyes, resting a hand on her cheek. “No. I’m impressed. A woman who knows what she wants turns me on, Noelle.”
“Really?”
I nod. “Really.”
I kiss her then, softly at first. Her mouth melting against mine, my heart pounding for more. It’s been so long and this woman is so right. She’s funny and cute and sweet and kind. She is a fighter, a survivor, a loyal friend.
And right now, she is in my arms. Her lips part and I breathe her in. God, she tastes good. Her lips are soft like pillows and there is no doubt that tonight we’re making the naughty list.
We pull apart, breathlessly. “Since my wish came early,” she says. “Maybe I should put on that lingerie on for you now?”
“You really bought that?”
She nods. “I did.” Cringing she asks, “Is it too trashy?”
I shake my head. “Trashy? No away, Noelle. Your curvy little body in that teddy sounds like a treat.”
“You really think so?”
I kiss her again, tugging on her bottom lip, my cock ready for so much more. “I know so.”
She whimpers in delight and tells me to wait right here. She walks down the hall to her room and I tug off my coat, text my mom quickly and tell her I’ll be home late tonight. Then I undress, wanting to be ready when Noelle returns. As I’m waiting in my boxers, I look around her living room. There is a garment bag in the corner, holding what looks like a wedding dress. There are piles of tiny white boxes and I open one up to find a small tree ornament of a cabin covered in snow, with a quote on the back that reads, “At Christmas, All Roads Lead Home.”
I smile, placing it back in the box, and walk toward the room where she went to change. I knock on the door, both ready and nervous. This doesn’t feel like a one-night stand. It feels like the beginning of something real.
“Come in,” she says, as I push open the door.
I have a feeling once I step inside, I’m never going to want to leave.
Chapter Six
Noelle
I never act this spontaneously… then again, I’ve never met a man like Brooks. A man so decidedly attractive, so ruggedly confident. Of course, I’m acting differently.
When he pushes open my bedroom door, I’m looking down. I can’t believe I put this on for him. I want to wear it … but it’s so unlike me.
“Wow,” he says. “You look—”
“What?” I ask, cutting him off.
“Perfect.”
I shake my head, strands of my hair falling in my face.
“It’s true,” he says, stepping toward me. “You look like a Christmas cookie. So sweet I could take a bite out of you.”
I lick my lips, looking Brooks over as he steps closer. He is in a pair of boxers — nothing else. His body is chiseled to perfection. His muscles are ripped, his shoulders broad — like he could pick me up with one arm. My belly flip-flops as he moves closer, the space between us growing smaller and the desire within me heating up.
It’s been so, so long.
He runs his hand over the red satin, white fur-lined nightie that barely covers my ass. I have nothing on underneath it and a shiver runs over my back as I imagine his touching me there. Everywhere. God, how I crave a real man to touch me.
“I haven’t been with a woman in a long time,” he tells me. “And I want to make you come, so fucking hard.”
I moan softly at his words.
“I hope you are prepared for this, Noelle.” He cups his hand around his cock that is stretching the fabric of his boxers. It’s a Christmas present begging to be unwrapped. “You sure you can handle this?”
I nod, ever so slowly, lowering my chin and lifting my eyes. “It’s been a long time for me too. It might be a really tight fit.”
He chuckles, lifting my chin with his thumb, our eyes meeting. “Your words are making me harder than is good for a man.”
I swipe my pink tongue over my lips. “Show me,” I say. “Show me how hard you are.”
“You’re a little vixen, aren’t you?”
I laugh. “Not normally but you bring out a naughty side to me.”
“Why’s that?” he asks, pushing down his boxers, his big, thick cock causing my pussy to tighten with just one look.
“I think it’s because you are some sort of Christmas fantasy come to life. The big, burly mountain man, in the woods with a bunch of tools, knowing how to use them. It’s really hot.”
He chuckles. “I like your honesty.”
“What else do you like? I ask coyly as I watch him stroke his ever growing cock.
“I like the way you look in that nightie.”
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sp; I twist my lips playfully. “This old thing?”
He laughs, tucking my loose hair behind my ear. “I love the way your tits look in it. So fucking round and perky. It makes me want to suck on them, to press my cock between them.”
I suck in a sharp breath. This flirty banter is fun and all, but I’m not used to it. I’m not used to any of it. If Sophia had any idea how confident I am being right now, she wouldn’t believe it.
But Brooks somehow brings out a different part of me. An honest and vulnerable part that is okay with taking this risk.
It’s like I know he wants it too, but this isn’t a one-sided crush. We both want this to happen.
Need it to happen.
“Are you nervous?” he asks, his big palm on my breast. I whimper as he touches the silky fabric covering my skin, which is prickling in anticipation.
“A little… not because I don’t want this, but because of how much I do want it.”
“I want it real fucking bad too, Noelle. I want you to touch me, to make me come. I want to run my hands between your thighs and touch your sweet, tight pussy. I want to make you moan, make you scream, make you cry.”
I close my eyes, my head falling back, his words making me dizzy in the best possible way.
“God, you look like a Christmas angel,” he whispers.
“And you have one mighty fine candy cane.”
He laughs again, and I love how easy it is to stand here with him -- a man so utterly masculine -- and not feel small beside him. Instead, I feel safe. Protected. I feel like I am going to be very well taken care of.
“Here,” he says gently, placing my hand on his thickness. “You like that?”
I nod. “Yeah.” I blink, his hot pulsing rod causing a flutter in my tummy. “You’re going to need to get me ready for this, so I don’t break in two.”
He runs his hand over my back, lifting the hem of my little nightie. His hand on my bare ass.
“Fuck me, Noelle,” he groans, as he picks me up in one fell swoop. “I’ll get you ready all right.”
He places me on the bed, then lowers himself to his knees. “You’re not sitting in Santa’s lap yet.”
I cover my face with my hand as he spreads my knees, and he lowers his head and begins to lick my creamy slit.
“Oh, Brooks,” I moan, my knees falling open even further as he takes his time exploring my pussy. I’ve never had a man with a beard go down on me… and this… oh, God. “Don’t stop,” I say, running my hands through his thick hair, loving the way it feels to have him so intent on pleasing me.
A smile spreads across my face as my body relaxes. I haven’t stopped focusing on the wedding and my job at the bakery in so many weeks, and now, for the first in ages, I am the one being taken care of.
“You taste so good, Noelle. Like a sugar cookie.”
I giggle. “You’re making me blush.”
“I don’t think that’s what this is called, sweetie.” He presses a finger to my pussy, and I whimper as he begins to caress me, opening me up until I’m gasping for breath. He lowers his head again, exhaling warm air against me, my clit throbbing until he presses his mouth to it, sucking me as I begin to moan loudly.
“Oh, oh, oh, Brooks.” My back arches and I come hard against his mouth, against his hand. The orgasm starts in my toes and winds its way through my body. It’s so real, so raw, that I moan loudly, without censoring myself. He loves it. He then lowers himself on top of me, his hand still on my creamy cunt. And he kisses me.
Hard.
Our mouths open as we begin to explore one another using our tongues, my legs wrap around him as he pulls me up from the mattress. He teases my bottom lip between his teeth and my slick pussy is pulsing with the need for more. So much more.
He knows.
He pulls me onto his lap, his big, thick cock so hard and eager, as he sits on the edge of the bed. With my legs wrapped around him, he begins to fill me up. It feels so good as his cock eases inside of me.
“Is this what we’re calling sitting on Santa’s lap?” I ask as he massages my breasts, pulling one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around my nipple.
“No. This is what we call giving Santa his milk and cookies.”
Chapter Seven
Brooks
Holding her in my arms feels like a Christmas gift I don’t deserve. Noelle is offering herself to me and I want to make she understand just how much this moment means to me.
It’s been so fucking long — and now, having her naked and in my arms, it feels like a fantasy.
And she’s tight. So, fucking tight. Her pussy is a sweet little channel that dripped with pleasure as I fingered her, as I licked her creamy slit. Now, as I begin entering her, she wraps her arms tighter around me.
“Oh, Brooks,” she whimpers.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I tell her, kissing her ear.
“Just fill me up,” she pleads. “I need you in me.”
I lift her chin, look in in her eyes. “God, where the hell did you come from?”
She closes her eyes as she lowers herself on my capable cock. “I’ve always been here, in Linesworth. Born and raised.”
She’s a small-town girl, with bright eyes and an open heart and she’s been through hell, and so have I, and in some messed up way it softens me to her, makes me want to hold her in my hands and not let go. I don’t want this sweetheart to get hurt.
She plays a strong game, but I see, as our bodies join as one, she has a fragile heart, and I don’t want to break it.
Her pussy opens for me and she bites my shoulder as I fill her up, realizing that her sitting on my lap is just too much intensity for her innocent little cunt, so I roll her over, onto the mattress, and I lean over her and look into her pretty brown eyes. They sparkle. They shine. She is a Christmas ornament, and I would hang her from my tree any damn day.
“Oh, it feels so good,” she moans with a soft voice, breathless. As if she's relishing every moment of pleasure my big dick can bring her.
“You’re so tight and sweet, Noelle,” I tell her, kissing her bouncy little tits, lacing my fingers with hers, fucking her the way she needs.
It’s been far too long for both of us.
She’s close, I feel it, the way the heat is rising up in here, mounting — and when it finds its way to her core, she cries out my name, begging me to fuck her and I do. Hard, hard, and harder still. Her perfect body is a gift I don’t deserve, and I treasure every moment that she gives herself to me.
God, she feels so good wrapped around my stiff cock, and when I come, it’s furious. My come fills her tight little cunt up the way she craved. And it feels so good to pleasure her like this — so entirely.
“Oh, hell,” I groan as I finish, my creamy release filling her up so damn good that she has to blink to remember where she is, who she is.
I roll off her, letting her catch her breath and when I look over at her, I see she’s covered her face.
“What is it?” I ask, frowning. Did she not like that? Because fuck, it just ruined me for all other women.
She sighs loudly, lowering her hands. “That was not sex.”
“Pretty sure it was the definition.”
“If that was sex, then I was a virgin before tonight. Because I have never, ever gotten off like that.”
I roll over, leaning on my arm. “So, it was good?”
She playfully slaps my chest. “Good? Brooks, you literally just blew my mind.”
“There are other things you could blow, you know,” I say laughing.
She laughs, pulling a blanket around her. “Thank you for this. It was… eye-opening.”
I steal a kiss, not wanting to overstay my welcome and knowing I have responsibilities I need to tend to. Like my daughter. “Well, if you want to hang out again, I’ll be here another week.”
She sits up, the blanket doing a poor job of covering her perfect body. “Right. Where do you live?”
“Seattle. We have a house there and my
parents lived there until this summer. I think I mentioned that?”
“Yeah,” she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, “I just didn’t know where you lived is all.”
I grab my clothes from the living room and Noelle follows me. “I love it there. Water, mountains, enough city life to stay busy.”
“You wouldn’t consider living out here, so Scout can be with her grandparents?”
I frown. “Never thought of it. To be honest, Linesworth feels a little cheesy, so blatantly Christmassy. I don’t know. Never been exactly a Santa and candy cane kind of guy.”
She twists her lips. “You seemed to like playing Santa tonight.”
I chuckle. “We were just having fun, Noelle.”
“Right.” She bites her bottom lip. “It was fun. Super fun.”
Dressed, I grab my phone and push it into my pocket. “Is something wrong?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m totally fine. Uh, so thanks again for all your help today.”
“With the tools?” I grin, expecting her to keep up with the innuendo, but she doesn't. A dark shadow has covered her eyes and I don't know her well enough to know how to make it pass by. “So maybe we can get together again while I’m in town?”
She runs a hand through her hair. “I don’t know, Brooks. I had fun, but I’m not interested in casual sex. I mean, a hook-up is one thing, but otherwise, it’s not really my style.”
“Right. No, that’s cool. I just...” I cough into my hand, feeling like I lost the connection with a woman I so admire.
“Just what?” she asks.
“I just had a really good time, Noelle.”
She smiles, walking toward her front door. “I did too, Brooks.”
I kiss her on the cheek as I leave, wanting more than that. But she pulled away so damn fast I didn’t even realize what hit me until I am in my truck, driving away.
Wishing like hell I wasn’t going anywhere but back into her arms.
Chapter Eight
Noelle