A Cozy Little Christmas

by Laylah Roberts

  “Say, my pussy tastes delicious and my daddy wants to eat me every day.”

  Holy. Heck.

  “My pussy tastes delicious and my daddy wants to eat me every day,” she whispered.

  “That I do. Taste yourself.” He pulled his fingers free again and held them to her lips this time. She tasted herself. She hummed happily as she sucked on his fingers.

  “Fuck, baby. I’m so fucking hard right now. I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream and then I’m going to fuck you. And when I’m recovered, I’ll do it all over again. Might be awhile before we eat breakfast.”

  She didn’t care. She just needed to come.

  Right. Now.

  Cullen removed his fingers from her mouth, giving her a heated look as she protested. “Don’t worry, you’ll get my cock soon. But for now, I’m going to taste you.”

  He slid down between her legs, pressing them wide, then back so she was completely open to him. Spread open. Then his tongue was on her pussy. She cried out as he flicked her clit before thrusting his tongue deep inside her. Never had she imagined he’d use his tongue to fuck her. His thumb tapped her clit firmly as he continued to tongue-fuck her.

  It didn’t take her long to find her release. It started slow and soft, then grew and grew until she was screaming as she crashed, her entire body trembling as her clit throbbed. He kept lapping at her, licking up her juices before rising and leaning over her body with his hands resting on either side of her body.

  “Fuck, that was amazing.”

  “You’re telling me,” she panted out. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

  His face was filled with satisfaction. “Davis never made you scream, huh?”

  “Davis rarely made me come,” she told him. “Most of the time I faked it.”

  “You’ll never do that with me.” It was a statement and a command.

  “You can turn me on with just a look,” she admitted.

  “Good.”

  Standing, he moved to the bedside drawer and he drew out a condom. She raised her eyebrows.

  “They put them in here for the guests apparently,” he told her.

  Sheesh.

  “Come here. I want you to sit at the edge of the bed.”

  She scooted over to the edge and sat. This put her face directly in front of his abs. Leaning in, she ran her tongue down his stomach. He shuddered, and she drew back.

  He gave her a stern look, although she noted that his breathing had grown faster. “Did I give you permission to touch?”

  “No, Daddy. But can I? Please?”

  “You’re going to do exactly as I say.”

  She nodded. “Yes. I will.”

  He grasped hold of his dick, holding it up. “Lick across the head.”

  She obeyed immediately, then looked to him for approval. He gave her a small nod and happiness danced inside her.

  “Now, take just the head into your mouth and suck.”

  He tasted so good that she moaned quietly.

  “That’s it. You like that, don’t you? You like having my dick in your mouth. Take more of him. That’s it. Take me inside you. Fuck, your mouth is so hot. Now suck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  She loved the way he groaned. That she was giving him this pleasure.

  “Yes, baby. Good girl. Slide back up my cock. Down again. Suck as you move back. Fuck, yes. Christ, girl. You have no idea how good that feels.”

  She flushed with delight.

  “All right. Enough. Pull back and lie down again. No, no pouting. Naughty girls don’t get Daddy’s cock.”

  No way did she want that. Before she really thought about it, she was lying on her back once more.

  “Slowly, baby. I don’t want you hurting your hands.”

  Yeah, he was always looking out for her. She watched as he slid the condom onto his dick. “You’re a lot bigger than Davis.”

  His gaze met hers. “Yeah? Can’t say as I’m sad to hear that. But let’s not talk about Davis anymore, okay?”

  She could agree to that. Cullen moved over her, kissing her as he slid inside her and she couldn’t think of anything else but the feel of him inside her, taking her, fucking her. She groaned as her hips rose to meet each thrust.

  “Put your legs around me. That’s it. Fuck, girl. Fuck.” He drove in and out, fucking her, claiming her as his.

  Then he found a spot inside her that she hadn’t even realized was there. She cried out as she felt her need grow.

  “You’re going to come again, baby.”

  “No. No, I can’t.”

  His thrusts grew harder. The bed groaned beneath them. She hoped they didn’t break it. That would be embarrassing to explain.

  “Come, baby. Come for me.”

  There was no way. She couldn’t do it. Not when she’d just come. But then he hit that spot again, and it was like the world around her disappeared. She was barely aware of his own yell of satisfaction as everything spun and pleasure swamped her.

  Ivy wasn’t sure how long it was until she drifted back down from her high. But at some stage, he must have slid out of her body and gotten rid of the condom before shifting her to her side and curling up behind her.

  “My pretty, sweet girl. There you are. Good girl. Come back to me.”

  “Sorry,” she whispered. “Did I space out?”

  “Yeah, you did. I’m hoping that was a good space out?” There was a note of hesitation in his voice that she wasn’t used to hearing.

  She turned to face him, both of them lying on their sides. “It was. I promise. I was just overwhelmed, I guess. Sometimes that happens. The other night when I kind of spaced out, well, sometimes I would do that when things were bad with Davis. When he would be berating me about something, usually just after we’d been somewhere, and I’d done something to embarrass him. When I just couldn’t deal with it any longer, I’d go into my head. But what just happened now wasn’t like that.”

  “Good. I don’t ever want you to have to retreat to protect yourself. I do the protecting now,” he told her fiercely. Then he kissed her. Hard.

  As he drew back, she chewed at her lip. “So everything is okay? Between us?”

  He gave her a puzzled look. “Of course. What do you mean?”

  “It’s just that these past two days, you’ve seemed more withdrawn. You’ve hardly smiled. I was just worried that maybe I did something.”

  He stared at her for a long moment. “Fuck.” Suddenly, he rolled onto his back and drew her with him so she was lying on his chest. “I’m so fucking sorry. That had nothing to do with you. And I’m fucking mad at myself for not thinking to make that clear. Okay? Nothing to do with you or us. You are mine, Ivy. Nothing is going to change that.”

  He sat up and arranged her, so she was in his lap, facing him. Then he cupped her face between his hands, tilting it back. “When we leave here, you’re coming with me. And no bullshit about where you’re living or your job or whatever. You’re moving in with me and Marcus. You want a job, we’ll sort that out. Want to go back to college? We can sort that out, too. But you will be with me, where you belong.”

  Such an arrogant declaration of ownership.

  “So damn bossy.”

  “Yep. Just as well you love me that way.” He stared down at her, and she knew he was waiting for her reaction.

  Be brave, Ivy.

  “I do,” she told him. “I love you.”

  Joy lit his face. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up at him. “That’s good. Because I love you just the way you are.”

  “You love me?” she asked.

  “I love you, Ivy. So fucking much.” He kissed her. Claimed her. Owned her.

  Just like she owned him.

  “You’re mine, baby.”

  She nodded. “And you’re mine.”

  “And you’re moving in with me.”

  She sucked in a breath. “Yes.”

  “Fuck, yes. That’s my girl.”

  Another kiss made her heart race and hea
t filled her body. She put her arms around his neck, trying to move closer. How could she need him again so quickly?

  When he drew back, she let out a cry of protest. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “There’s something I need to tell you. About why it might have seemed like I was withdrawing lately. It’s not you and I didn’t realize I was doing it. It’s about Christmas. My mother loved Christmas, too. It was her favorite time of year. I was seven years old and it was three days before Christmas when she was diagnosed with breast cancer.”

  “Oh no, oh, Cullen.”

  “That Christmas we were all in shock. My parents didn’t know that I overheard them. They tried to pretend everything was all right, but somehow that made it worse. I lost my belief in the magic of Christmas that year.”

  She tightened her hold on him. “I’m so sorry. I can’t even imagine how hard that would have been for you. I lost my mom when I was twenty and that was devastating enough.”

  “She lived for nine months. As you can imagine, we didn’t feel like celebrating much the next year. Or any of the years after. My dad tried. He was a good man. But it wasn’t the same. Not without her.” He ran his hand over his face. “Dad died when I was twenty-five. In a plane accident with my uncle. Marcus was just seventeen and I became his guardian. Suddenly, all we had was each other. But I had to hold it together for Marcus. He was a mess. Then when I found out my fiancée was cheating on me, it was Christmas Eve.”

  Now she felt ill. “That bitch.”

  “She was a bitch. It just seemed to make me feel bitter. Even though it wasn’t anything to do with the time of year, well…I spent that year and every year since drinking myself into a stupor. Not a healthy coping mechanism, I know.”

  “It’s all right. I understand. I’m so sorry.” She held onto him. And here she was, waxing on about how wonderful Christmas was while he was carrying all this pain inside him. She wished she’d known.

  “I’ll try not to withdraw from you, but some days are harder than others. I’m not sure I’ll be able to go to the party tomorrow.”

  “It’s fine. I understand. Really. I get it. I love you, Cullen.”

  “Love you too, baby.”

  Chapter 11

  “Hey, where’s your headband, bestie?” Marcus asked as they were walking over to the restaurant that night.

  “Oh, I thought I’d go without tonight.”

  She and Cullen had spent most of the day in bed, only climbing out to eat or for him to bend her over a different piece of furniture. It had been amazing, but her body was definitely feeling the effects of so much sex after so long without much.

  Cullen had asked her several times if she wanted to go and put out the gnomes again, but she just wasn’t ready to put them out in the world again. She was still so sad over what happened to Bart.

  Cullen stared down at her and she made herself smile up at him. She didn’t want him to suspect that she’d deliberately not worn a Christmas headband. Or put on Christmas panties.

  He’d chosen the rest of her outfit and she wore one of her new pink sweaters, a dark blue skirt, and pink and white striped socks. She thought she looked super cute. She had her arm through Cullen’s and she leaned on him slightly.

  “Okay, baby?”

  “Just a bit tired. Thank you for my new clothes.”

  “You’re welcome. We’ll have dinner, then get you back to the suite and into bed early.”

  “How come you’re so tired, huh?” Marcus asked as they entered the restaurant. “I thought you had the day off? You should be rested.” He had a cheeky grin on his face as she glared at him. The brat. Oh, he’d be a handful for whoever he ended up falling in love with.

  “None of your business,” Cullen told him as the waiter led them to a table. Cullen waved the other man away and drew out a chair for her. Once she was seated, he placed a cloth napkin over her lap.

  Marcus plopped down in his seat with a pout. “Fine. I can guess. I have a good imagination.”

  “Marcus, don’t embarrass Ivy,” Cullen commanded. “What do you both want to eat?”

  “Dinosaur chicken nuggets and fries,” Marcus replied promptly.

  “I’ll have the chicken salad.” It was the cheapest option and probably the healthiest.

  Both men stared at her.

  “Do you really want a salad?” Marcus asked, wrinkling his nose. “Yuck.”

  “Salad is healthy.”

  “It is,” Cullen agreed. “But is it what you really want?”

  “Yes?” Even she heard the doubt in her voice. Drat.

  Cullen’s gaze narrowed. “I’m seeing I shouldn’t have given you the choice.”

  The waiter returned for their orders.

  “I’ll have the steak, rare, and the baked potato and vegetables,” Cullen ordered. “As well as a glass of house red. My companions will both have the dinosaur chicken nuggets, fries, and salad on the side. And two chocolate milks.”

  She thought about protesting. But it was exactly what she wanted to eat.

  “Ooh, our dinosaur nuggets can have fights,” Marcus told her.

  “No fighting with your food,” Cullen told him.

  “Cullen, you’re such a bore sometimes.”

  “I know. How dare I insist that you eat nicely in a restaurant? I’m a terrible person.”

  “Well, if you know you are, then you should change,” Marcus complained.

  She giggled as Cullen rolled his eyes.

  When their food arrived, she reached for her cutlery, even though Marcus picked up a nugget with his fingers and dive-bombed it into the ketchup.

  “Would you like some Little cutlery,” the waiter asked, seeing her grab a fork.

  Cullen looked to her. “Would you like cutlery, or to use your fingers, baby?”

  “Oh, I, um…fingers is fine, I guess.”

  “Good. We’ll need to take off your gloves so they don’t get dirty.”

  She shot him a look, then she moved her gaze to Marcus, who was engaged in an epic dinosaur battle. Seemed he didn’t take Cullen’s order not to fight with his food seriously.

  Cullen waited patiently until she slowly nodded. He helped her take them off, and it felt weird to be out with others without her gloves. But no one looked at her and stared. Even when the waiter returned to fill up their water glasses, he didn’t take a second look.

  Gradually, she relaxed and picked up a nugget, dipping it delicately in ketchup. She groaned as she ate it. Both men stared at her and she blushed.

  “Sorry, it’s just really good.”

  Cullen leaned over. “If I knew you’d make those noises, I’d have ordered them for you the first day I met you.”

  “You didn’t like me the first day I met you.”

  “Oh, he did. He liked you too much,” Marcus told her with a grin.

  Cullen just nodded. “He’s right. I did. I wanted you from that first moment.”

  Really? Wow.

  They finished eating, and she ate all her salad. Unlike Marcus, who didn’t touch it.

  “Do you both want dessert?” Cullen asked.

  “Ah, does a Pegasus fly?” Marcus asked.

  “I take it that means yes,” Cullen said dryly. “Ivy?”

  “I’m too full,” she groaned, rubbing her tummy gently.

  Cullen ordered Marcus a chocolate sundae. “While we’re waiting, I have something to tell you.”

  “You’re getting married and living happy-ever-after,” Marcus said. “About time.”

  “Ivy is moving in with us,” Cullen told him, reaching over to brush his fingers over the back of her hand. She forced herself not to react. It was hard to believe that he was so accepting. Davis had done everything he could to avoid touching her hands. Cullen accepted her, loved her.

  “Yay! Having my bestie living with us is going to be perfect. Someone to get up to mischief with.”

  “There will be no mischief,” Cullen said firmly. “Ivy has rules.”

  Marcus waved a hand
in the air. “Rules are made to be broken, right, Ivy?”

  “Not unless she wants a hot ass, they’re not. And don’t encourage her to break them.”

  “Total killjoy. Sure you don’t want to choose the fun cousin, Ivy?” Marcus wriggled his eyebrows as the waiter put his sundae down in front of him.

  “I think we’re better off as besties,” Ivy told him.

  “I guess so. Still, you ever get sick of Cullen, you know where I am.”

  “Stop trying to steal my girl,” Cullen growled at him.

  “So many rules. Marcus, put clothes on. Marcus, don’t try to steal my girl. My life is hard, Ivy. Hard.”

  “I can see that,” Ivy replied with a grin.

  Cullen picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles.

  “Welcome to our crazy family, baby.”

  Cullen walked out onto the porch. It was freezing cold out here. He could be on some beach, getting a tan right now. Easing his pain with alcohol.

  To his surprise, the idea of that held no appeal whatsoever.

  Because the only place he wanted to be was here. With her.

  For so long, he’d held onto this hatred for a holiday that had never wronged him. It had been easier to have a target for his anger. To be upset with everyone for celebrating a time that had held so much pain for him.

  But that pain was lessening. He wasn’t saying it didn’t hurt and that he would forget his mom. However, he was starting to heal.

  “She’s healing me, Mom,” he whispered. “You’d have liked her. She reminds me of you. I think that’s why I always went for the wrong sort of women. Because I didn’t want to love someone like you and lose them. But I won’t lose her. I’m going to hold on tight.”

  He let out a deep breath. “It’s time to let go, Mom. Time to live my life.”

  As he closed his eyes, he felt it. Something wet and cold hit his cheek. Opening his eyes, he watched in wonder as it started to snow.

  And a smile crept across his face.

  “Thanks, Mom.”

  “Ivy! Why aren’t you getting ready? Do you need some help?” Marcus asked as he came out of the bathroom. He was dressed in a green shirt that had pictures of reindeer over it. He also had on a short red tie and black pants.