Snow Day

by Tilly Pope

  She snorts. “I know you work hard, it’s just that everything you touch turns to gold.”

  I smile at her compliment. “I can think of ten specific times that wasn’t the case.”

  Her smile brightens and I don’t care that it’s at my expense. “Sucks, doesn’t it?”

  I raise a brow. “At least the view is good.”

  “And that’s why I have to work twice as hard. People assume I must have slept my way to where I am. So I have to beat them to show them I can, then I keep doing it because it’s fun.” She takes the mug with a smile and enjoys a long, slow sip. “Damn, what is that?”

  “Spiked Mexican hot chocolate. Does it warm your bones?”

  “It does,” she intones. “In fact, it’s pretty damn hot in here.” She grips the edge of her long sleeve t-shirt and pulled it over her head. “That’s better.”

  “Can’t disagree with that,” I tell her. “But I think you can do better.”

  Her gaze sparks with mischief and her tongue slicks across her plump, pink lips. “You do?”

  “Yeah. Let me show you.” I get rid of my thermal shirt and toss it on the counter, smiling at the way her gaze travels over my chest. “See?”

  “Yeah,” she practically moans and I’m in front of her in less than a second, hands gripping the fabric at her waist, giving her time to decide. “I see.”

  “What do you see, Sage?”

  “A lot of fucking muscles for a desk jockey.” One hand roams over my chest and the other glides all over my back before she leans in and flicks a tongue over my nipple. “Salty.”

  My control snaps at her words, at her touch. At the intensity in her gaze and her movements. Sage wants me, that much is clear. “Sage,” I growl and strip her naked right there in my kitchen and sink to my knees.

  “Finn,” she moans, giving herself to me as I lift one leg and toss it over my shoulder. “Please.”

  “Please. I love to hear those words on your pretty lips,” I tell her, licking her slowly until her soft cries become deep, guttural moans. Until her hands grip my hair hard enough to make my eyes water. I taste every inch of her, gripping her thighs until they tremble and quake with the force of her orgasm.

  “Finn. Yes! Oh please God, yes!” Her fingers curl around my hair and tug as her body explodes with pleasure, pulsing around my fingers as her pleasure drips down my chin and throat.

  “I love that you turn into a little freak when I lick your pussy.” I stand in front of her, one hand still between her legs, enjoying the rush of moisture that coats my fingers. “Grinding against my face. Fucking me like your own personal sex toy.”

  “You have a problem with that?” She tries for sassy, maybe even saucy but that orgasm leaves her boneless, her legs wobbly.

  “None at all, it’s hot as hell. But…Sage?”

  “Yeah,” she asks, fingers working frantically until I’m as naked as she is and one hand is around my cock, stroking gently. Too gently.

  “It’s my turn.” I lift her by the hips and slam her against the wall, enjoying the smile of surprise she flashes.

  “You want to fuck me like your toy, Finn?”

  Fuck yeah I do. “That’s the plan,” I tell her as I lower her onto my cock, slow enough to produce a bead of sweat on my forehead.

  “Sounds like a good plan, counselor.”

  The playful version of Sage is totally fucking irresistible and I release her hips until my cock is deep inside her. She squirms and I watch, enjoying the show, and the feel of her pulsing and clenching around me. “Sage,” I growl when she tightens around me and I press my chest against hers.

  “Give it to me, Finn. Give me that fat fucking cock.”

  I brace my forearms against the wall so I can thrust deep into her slick cunt as she arches into me. It’s clumsy, it’s frantic, hard and deep, but it feels so fucking good that I’m about to come too soon. “Sage. Oh fuck!” She arches into me again and I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while I fuck her even harder, the sounds of her cries and moans urging me on.

  She trembles. Quakes. Convulses. “Finn, oh yes!” Her body clenches tight as a bow before she vibrates for several seconds, riding out her orgasm as I continue to pound into her. “Finn,” she moans, “Fuck, oh fuck.” Her nails dig deep in my skin, deeper still with every thrust.

  Another orgasm erupts and a rush of pleasure coats my cock, making her slicker. Hotter. Hot enough to rip the orgasm from my body. “Oh fuck!” My hips surge into her in three final pumps and then we both collapse onto the floor.

  “The ending could use some work, but the rest of the program was pretty much perfect,” Sage says with a breathless smile I couldn’t resist kissing one more time.

  And if it leads to another round of fun, I’m okay with that.

  11

  Sage

  What in the holy fucking hell is wrong with me? I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror in my bedroom, taking in every flaw from every angle until I’m satisfied they’re not as visible as they seem. Why does it matter when I’ve spent the past two—or was it three—days in bed with Finn? I can answer the door naked, the way I answered last night, and he’d totally be into it.

  So why am I wearing a sexy Santa outfit when Finn will be here at any minute? Because it’s Christmas Eve and I invited him over to spend the holiday. With me. Together. I’m blaming the steady flow of orgasms for clogging my brain, for making it impossible to think straight. Then again, it could be the omelet he made after he fucked me senseless up against a wall.

  Or all the dirty things he says when his cock is bringing me to unknown heights of pleasure.

  I have it bad, for the man or the cock, I’m not sure. All I know is that I’m dressing up like a sexy mythical creature for a man I couldn’t stand just six days ago.

  Has it only been a week? It feels too soon for…everything, but I don’t care.

  When the bell rings, I smile and add a layer of shine to my lips and my black glasses before I head to the door, taking a deep breath before I pull it open. “Merry Christmas Eve, Finn.”

  His hazel gaze travels down my body and slowly back up, growing hotter by a bazillion degrees with every pass over my hips, my tits, my legs. “It’s certainly shaping up to be pretty damn merry. You look great, Sage.” He leans in and kisses my cheek like we’ve been doing this forever.

  “What’s in the bag?”

  “Gifts.”

  Gifts? Shit. Are we already at the gift giving stage in our relationship? Was this even a relationship? “Under the tree?”

  “Of course.”

  I watch his ass, looking magnificent in a pair of jeans with a red sweater that gave him a sexy holiday dad air about him. Finn turns with a big stuffed mistletoe and holds it over us. “Merry Christmas Eve, Sage.” His lips pressed gently to the swell of my breasts, stealing my breath away.

  “Tease.”

  He laughs and pulls me in for a longer, more serious kiss. I melt into it, into him, because there’s something about this man I can’t resist. Something I don’t want to resist. Right now, I plan to enjoy the moment. To live in the moment. “Thanks for having me for the holidays.”

  “I haven’t had you once today,” I tell him with a pout. “I barely had the energy to worry about dinner.”

  “Dinner,” he says plainly. “You cooked?” His brows arch and I should be offended, but I’m not.

  “Of course I didn’t cook, but I got about dinner. For today and tomorrow.” Another sign that I’m a bit too close to this man. This situation.

  His mouth split into a grin. “Aw, honey, you cooked.”

  My lips twitch with amusement and I shake my head. “And if you’re good, I’ll let you have a taste. Or two.”

  His gaze darkens. “I’ll need a hell of a lot more than two,” he growls and it sends a shiver through me.

  “Good to know.”

  When Finn kisses me again, my legs give out and he lifts me in the air, holding me like I weigh not
hing while his mouth devours mine. I willingly give him everything I have, giving until I’m breathless and dizzy. Silently begging for more. “I can’t get enough of you, Sage.”

  The arrival of dinner interrupts whatever I might say next and I feel nothing but relief because I don’t know how I feel. Yet. “I’ll, uhm, get that.”

  Finn’s smile hit me in the chest with the force of an eighteen wheeler. “Maybe you should let me take care of it. I’d hate to beat up a kid for seeing you look so…fucking hot.”

  I shiver at his words, or maybe it’s from watching the way he moves his body, so graceful for a man his size. This is fun. Nothing more. “You wouldn’t beat up a kid,” I tell him confidently.

  Finn shrugs. “Now we’ll never know.” He sets the food down and then his gaze lasers in on me. Finn’s steps are deliberate, purposeful until he’s in front of me, hands on my hips as he lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to bed, where we stay until our bodies, slick with sweat and satisfied beyond belief, cry out for nourishment. Finn pulls back with a smile. “Merry Christmas, Sage.”

  I look over at the clock with surprise, and a smile. Before I can say a word, his lips are on mine again, slow and drugging, the perfect midnight kiss. “Merry Christmas, Finn.” His smile spreads at my words and I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss until I’m too dizzy to do anything but pull back and suck in oxygen.

  “Want to exchange gifts?”

  “Now?”

  He nods, a boyish smile on his face. “Now. I only had time to get you two gifts so it shouldn’t take too long.”

  Two gifts. I somehow found time to get him a gift too, but two gifts means he put in effort. “Sure,” I tell him, hesitantly, hoping the gift exchange wouldn’t make the rest of the holiday awkward.

  “If you don’t want to,” he begins, once again goading me.

  “I do,” I shot back tightly, making Finn smile. He loves riling me up, it seems, nearly as much as I enjoy being riled up by him.

  “Good.” He stands from the bed and steps into his reindeer covered boxers and holds his hand out. “Let’s go start Christmas.”

  I let him lead me into the living room, right beside the tree, which is nothing compared to Finn’s, but it’s mine. “You first,” I tell him as I reach for the expertly wrapped box.

  “Fancy,” he says, excitement dripping from both syllables like a kid as he tears through the wrapping paper. I hold my breath as he opens the box to reveal an expensive bottle of whiskey. Irish whiskey to be specific. “My favorite.”

  Pride swells at his words at the genuine smile on his handsome face. “To replace the bottle we drank.”

  “Thank you, Sage.” His kind eyes trigger a telltale stinging behind my own and blink, hard and fast, until they are clear.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Now, it’s your turn.” I might have said, before this holiday, that a man this excited about Christmas was a turnoff, but it isn’t having that effect on me at all. The opposite, actually. “This one first.”

  I take the box and open it slowly, expecting an expensive and bland scarf or something equally impersonal. “Finn,” I say on a sigh thick with surprise. “It’s beautiful.” A lacy lavender nightgown with a pair of sexy matching panties.

  “Since you donated your panties to my memory bank, I wanted to show you how great that color looks on you.” The heat in his eyes speaks of his sincerity.

  “Thank you.” He flashes a wide grin and hands me another box, this one much smaller. Jewelry-sized, even. It’s nothing crazy, I hope. Because we’re not there. I take a deep breath and ease one corner of the tape and then the other before tackling the other size.

  “It won’t bite you. I promise.” His voice is thick with amusement and I follow Finn’s lead, tearing the paper completely. “Brava, Sage.”

  I flip open the black velvet box and find a white gold necklace with a diamond snowflake dangling from the edge. “It’s gorgeous.”

  “It’s one of a kind. Beautiful. Delicate. Strong as hell. Just like you, Sage.”

  Silently I turn and lift my hair so he could slip the necklace on, his words touching me down to my soul. “Finn.”

  “That blizzard changed everything.”

  “It did,” I breathe, unsure where he is going with this.

  “In the best possible way.” He steps back and cups my face in his big hands, letting his thumbs run the length of my jaw, slowly. Gently. Lovingly. “I was thinking earlier that I didn’t know what made you happy because I’d never seen you smile before, but now I can’t think of anything other than making you smile again.” He shakes his head as if even he’s surprised by his words. “And making you come. Of course.”

  “Of course,” I repeat sarcastically.

  “This isn’t the end, Sage. It’s just the beginning.”

  I want to believe those words, but how can I? “And the trial?”

  “We’ll keep it under wraps until the verdict. After that, we’ll go public. That’s plenty of time for you to get used to the idea of us. Isn’t it?”

  I don’t tell him I’m already on board with us. Instead, I grab his face and kiss the hell out of him, pouring all the surprise and shock and wonder and relief I feel, of how this week has come to be. I kiss him like it’s the start of something, because it is.

  I know it.

  I feel it.

  I lose myself in his kisses for a long time and then a thought occurs to me. “We opened our gifts already, what will we do tomorrow?”

  Finn grins and pulls me close until we collapse on the floor in laughter. “Oh, Sage, I’m sure we’ll think of something to keep us busy.”

  He kisses me again and I’m not sure if I made a Christmas wish this year, but I’m pretty sure it just came true.

  THE END

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  About the Author

  Tilly Pope writes dirty, hot and over the top instalove stories about possessive alpha males who know what they want. Always short, sometimes cheesy, always naughty, no cheating and a guaranteed happily ever after.

  Tilly loves football, spanking and wine.

  Find her at tillypope.com