Deliciously Erotic Romance Collection (The Blue Room, Frosted Midnight, Haunted Halloween, Frosted Midnight)

by Breena Wilde

  Lincoln moaned and closed his eyes.

  I leaned over and drew him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the edge before taking him as far into my mouth as I could, until he was touching the back of my throat. I moved up and down, using my hand and my mouth as though they were one. Hardly possible, but I felt his cock grow larger.

  “God, Mindy. That feels amazing.”

  In response I moved more quickly. He sat up, grabbing my hair in his hands. “Fuck.” He pulled a condom from off the nightstand and lifted my mouth off his cock. “Climb on,” he said, handing me the wrapper.

  I ripped it open and slid it on. It didn’t go unnoticed how tight it was against his flesh. As soon as I got it into position, I stood, pulled off my thong, and straddled him. Slowly I lowered myself. His hands came up and grabbed my ass. My pussy took him in slowly. I felt so full, I shuddered.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Absolutely,” I said and started to move, rocking up and down.

  His hands cupped my breasts and I lowered myself so he could take them into his mouth.

  My fingers roamed his chest, his rock hard abs, and rested on his neck.

  “You’re so wet. So tight. Fuck, you feel incredible,” he whispered.

  I moaned, so lost in the rhythm our bodies were making I could barely think. His took my nipples and squeezed them. A jolt of electricity rocked my core and my orgasm shuddered all over him.

  He bent his knees, pressing his feet against the bed, and moved so that his cock went deeper and deeper inside.

  “Fuck,” I moaned, our bodies slapping against each other in a rapid motion.

  He groaned and I felt his release.

  I rested my forehead against his chest and kissed him. A slight sheen of sweat covered his body and he tasted like salt.

  Lincoln pressed me to him, massaging my back and my ass.

  “You’re incredibly hot and beautiful, Mindy,” he cooed in my ear.

  I shivered at his words. It seemed he’d felt the same connection I had.

  “Thank you, Link. I needed to hear that.”

  He lifted my chin. “It won’t be the last time I tell you, either.” I smiled and he cupped my face, pulling me down for a tender kiss. “Want to eat?”

  I realized I was starved. “Yes,” I answered, but realized that meant leaving this amazing moment. I couldn’t have planned his welcome for me any better. If we left the room, everything might change. “I need a shower though.”

  He rolled on top of me. “I’ll order us something to eat and then join you.” He searched my face. “If you want.”

  I hugged him. “I definitely want you.” I paused and he smiled. “You know, to join me in the shower.”

  He rolled off me and I stood. He leaned over and slapped me on the ass. It was totally playful and I loved it; in fact, it made me laugh. He joined in and that melted my heart. I hadn’t ever heard him flat out laugh. “I’ll be right there,” he said, picking up the phone.

  Chapter 4

  Lincoln

  Mindy was a one-of-a-kind girl. Her beauty was exquisite, but living in a fucked up town like Hollywood had made her insecure. I didn’t understand it, but I knew it would be my mission in life to help her see just how gorgeous she was—on the inside and the outside. Because not only did she have a rockin bod, she was sweet and kind. She had a big heart . I could feel her need to share all the love she possessed. We’d had such a strong connection on our first date. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her.

  Of course I also had a job to do, which meant my personal feelings, needs, and desires took a back seat to those of my boss. He’d been through a lot. That was why I stayed. Mr. Zane seemed like a hard ass and, for the most part, he was, but time had shown me he was more than that. He harbored secret pain so awful I sometimes struggled to bear it.

  “Lincoln, I forgot to grab my shampoo; would you mind grabbing it for me?” Mindy called from the bathroom.

  I smiled. It was her way of speeding me up. I liked that. “Sure,” I hollered back and jumped off the bed. “Where is it?” I asked when I entered.

  She poked her head out. “In that bag over there.” She indicated a light pink makeup bag sitting on the sink. I don’t know why, but seeing it—the girly bag—melted my insides.

  “Got it,” I said, rummaging through the bag until I found a bottle that said shampoo on it. I turned and walked over, sticking it in her waiting hand.

  “You’re a damn fine man, Link.” She blushed and studied my face. I realized she was worried about the nickname.

  I had to alleviate her fears. “I like it,” I said, kissing her cheek.

  She giggled and the wall around my heart cracked.

  “But what’ll I call you? Mins?” I stepped into the shower, wrapping my hands around her waist, pressing her naked body to mine. My cock had an immediately reaction.

  Mindy made a face at my suggested nickname.

  “Okay, I’ll take that as a no.” I leaned down and kissed the area on her neck behind her ear. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around me. God, I loved her hands on my body. All sorts of sordid thoughts ran through my mind. I moved my mouth along her jawbone, nipping and sucking slowly until I reached her lips. I drove my tongue in her waiting mouth and kissed her the way I wanted to fuck her.

  She moaned. “I want you, Link. Again. Right now. Is that…” She opened her dark eyes.

  In response I picked her up. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, but I noticed her pause slightly.

  “What is it?” I asked gruffly.

  She kissed my neck and said, “Condom. There’s one in my makeup bag.”

  I remembered seeing more than one. She was prepared. I liked that. Keeping her in my arms I stepped from the shower, found the condom, and slid it on. After I tossed the wrapper in the trash, I went back to the shower.

  “You’re so damn hot,” she whispered, suckling on my earlobe.

  I moved her onto my hardened cock slowly. She gasped, pressing her pussy onto me and tipping her head back.

  I leaned her against the shower, pinning her there, my hands on her ass.

  She opened her eyes, watching my cock penetrate her pussy. It was so damn sexy that she liked to watch.

  I put one foot on the ledge to give me deeper access. “You feel so tight, so fucking good.”

  She let out a mewling sound. “So do you.” She pressed into me.

  I let her down and turned her so her ass was against me. Spread her pussy so I could almost see inside. Then slid into her slowly. “Fuck,” I groaned, moving in and out slowly, pressing my cock all the way in and then pulling it all the way out before repeating the movement. She pushed her ass into me and I massaged her clit.

  “Goddamn, Link. I’m going to come.”

  I penetrated her faster and faster now, the fronts of my legs slapping her ass. Water fell onto both of us. Mindy’s mouth was open; her hair hung in her face. She looked amazing, felt amazing. My orgasm happened before I realized it. Her body shuddered its orgasm with mine.

  We were in sync. I liked that.

  I pulled out and turned her to me, kissing her delicious mouth hard. I wanted to claim her in every way.

  I’d never liked the holidays. John was my only family and he never celebrated them. This year was different. For both of us. Mindy was here, and damn she was amazing.

  There was a loud knock on the door.

  “Shit, that’s probably our food.” I stepped out, grabbed a towel, and rushed to the door. A very embarrassed young woman stood with a rolling tray of food. It smelled delicious. “Come in,” I said, stepping out of the way.

  She hesitated, her cheeks burning a bright red.

  “Sorry.” I looked down at my wet body. The towel wasn’t doing a very good job of covering my package. Not that I cared, but I didn’t want the poor girl to think I was putting the moves on her. “I was in the shower.” Obviously. “Sorry, let me grab a robe and your tip.” I walked into the portion
of the suite that had the bed and grabbed a twenty from my wallet.

  Her eyes got big. “Did you need change, sir?”

  “No. Merry Christmas.”

  Chapter 5

  Lincoln

  “What about Dee-Dee?” I asked as I cut a slice of the medium rare steak covered in blue cheese and caramelized onions.

  She almost choked on her bite of baby potato. “That’s my grandmother’s name. Pass.” Her eyes twinkled with happiness. I felt certain my eyes held the same joy.

  “Okay, no.” I smiled, took another bite and chewed thoughtfully. “What’s your favorite animal?” I asked randomly, just to change the subject.

  She tilted her head toward the ceiling. “Probably a baby elephant.”

  I chuckled. “Really?” I asked, pleased. Most women would say kittens or puppies. I liked that she was exotic.

  “Have you seen a baby elephant? With their big ears and adorable trunks.” She giggled. “And the noise they make. They are the cutest damn animals in the world.”

  I had to agree, but I wanted to tease her. “Come on, cuter than a baby panda?”

  She tilted her head toward the ceiling again. She was really thinking about it. “Yes.” She took a drink of wine.

  “What about baby kangaroos? Or deer? Or those adorable little chinchillas? Have you seen one of those?”

  She cut a piece of steak and popped it in her mouth. When she was done chewing she smiled. “Chinchillas are freaking cute, but yeah, I’m still going to stick with a baby elephant.”

  I liked that I couldn’t sway her. She had a mind of her own. Strong. Another plus.

  And then I froze.

  What the fuck was I doing?

  When did I create a checklist for the kind of woman I wanted, and how did this little makeup artist meet and exceed everything I thought I wanted?

  Damn, I was in serious trouble.

  “What’s your favorite Christmas carol?” Mindy asked.

  I swallowed, forcing back the panic causing my heart to beat rapidly.

  She seemed to notice my anxiety and stood. “Hey, are you alright?” She moved to my lap. I scooted back in the chair and she straddled me. “Why are you freaking out?” Her tiny hands cupped either side of my scruffy face.

  I cleared my throat, trying to think fast. I couldn’t allow her to know she was right. “Silent Night,” I said, kissing her lightly on the mouth. She tasted like blue cheese and steak.

  Her thumb rubbed my lower lip. “Why that song?” she whispered.

  I set down my fork and wrapped her close against my skin. We were both fully clothed, but she had on a fucking skirt and a lacy black thong. My cock perked up to thank her. She smiled. “My grandma used to sing me that song during the holidays as she tucked me into bed at night. She had this beautiful Jamaican accent. Her voice made words sound better.” There was sadness in her voice.

  “Is your grandma still around?”

  She shook her head. “No. She passed a few years ago.”

  “I’m so sorry.” I hugged her. She rested her head against my shoulder. All my body wanted to do was fuck her again. Make her feel good. Forget that she’d ever been sad. But I also wanted to take her out. Show her I enjoyed more than her body. I liked her mind as well. The hotel manager had told me there would be carolers tonight at the bar. She might enjoy that.

  I stood, holding her in my arms. “Let’s get out of here. I want to hear carolers sing that song.”

  “Where to?” she asked, lifting her head.

  “Well, Minty…” I paused, gauging her reaction to that one.

  “Nope,” she said, understanding the game I was playing.

  I pushed a piece of hair off her face. “Fine. Anyway, it’s Christmas Eve. I’m thinking we go down to the bar, get happy drunk, and sing Christmas carols until they kick us out. You in?”

  She laughed and my heart melted. “That sounds perfect.”

  I set her down, grabbing her hand.

  Chapter 6

  Lincoln

  There were a several other people at the bar: a young couple watching each other nervously; an older gentlemen cuddling with a younger woman; four guys, a group of girls, and a middle aged man. I was surprised they weren’t with their families.

  “Did you want a table or would you prefer to sit at the bar?”

  Mindy squeezed my hand. “Either way.”

  The single guys were at the bar so I steered her over to a table as far from the giggling girls as possible.

  A waitress came over. She glared at the girls, who squealed in unison and took another shot. “They are supposed to be our carolers. My manager is gonna be pissed.”

  Ah, that explained the young single adults. “When are they supposed to start?” I asked.

  She smiled. “They were supposed to start a half hour ago. You see how well that’s going.”

  “That’s too bad. My friend and I were looking forward to the carols.”

  She leaned in. “I’m sorry. But, hey, if you know someone who sings, feel free to send them up to the stage. At this point, we’ll take anyone.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “Awesome! Now, what’ll you have?”

  I glanced at Mindy, who said, “I’ll take a vodka tonic with a twist of lime.”

  “Make that two,” I said.

  The waitress smiled. “You got it.”

  When she was gone I grabbed Mindy’s other hand. They were so small compared to mine. And soft. Her nails were well manicured and painted a bright red. They weren’t overly long or fake. They were perfect. God, she was perfect for me. “You going to save the day and get up there and sing?” I asked, totally joking.

  She surprised me. “Sure, if you go up there with me.”

  I sat back. “I don’t even know if you can sing. And what makes you think I can?” I could, actually. It was one of those rare gifts I never shared and only brought out in the privacy of my own home. No one, not even Mr. Zane, knew I could sing.

  “I can sing,” she said, matter of fact. “Can you?”

  Our drinks arrived and I sucked it down in one gulp. I needed the liquid courage. It didn’t matter than I was a ninth degree black belt and an excellent shot with a handgun. Performing in a crowd scared the shit out of me.

  “Bring me another.”

  “Me too,” Mindy said, chugging hers down as well.

  The waitress handed me a piece of paper that basically asked for my room number. I wrote it down.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  While we waited, I asked her another random question. “What made you decide to be a makeup artist?”

  She shrugged. “I didn’t want to be an actor, and I’m good at it.” She played with the napkin in front of her. “I like it.” Her eyes met mine. “I know that might seem sad.” She started twisting the napkin around her finger, strangling it. “I mean, why would I be happy working at a makeup artist's salary when I could be a movie star, right?”

  I reached out and wrapped my hand around hers. She stopped. “I think being a makeup artist sounds like fun.”

  She giggled. “I could totally put some on you.” She moved over to my lap and I realized I loved her there. She fit like my lap was made for her. “You have beautiful eyes, and your lashes are so thick. Actually your face is very symmetrical.” As she spoke she stroked my face.

  “Maybe,” I said, and then cleared my throat. “When pigs fly.”

  Mindy laughed. “Fine.”

  The waitress brought our second round and we chugged them down just as quickly.

  She jumped out of her seat. “Shall we?” she asked, sticking out her hand.

  I grabbed it and followed her over to the stage. There were four mics. Mindy tapped on one. “Testing.”

  The nervous young couple nearly jumped out of their skin. I took a mic. “Can I get some music?”

  “Hey!” one of the drunk girls said and nearly fell out of her seat. One of the young guys hopped off the stool and st
umbled toward us. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? That’s our stage. We’re going to sing.”

  “Can’t wait to hear you, man,” I said kindly, stretching to my full six-foot-five and throwing back my shoulders.

  That did the trick and he stepped back.

  “This little lady and I are going to sing a few, just to get the crowd warmed up.”

  His friends came to stand next to him. They watched me with the confidence of too much alcohol.

  “Go have a drink on me.” I caught the waitress's eye. She nodded. “Come on, boys. What’ll it be?”

  They reluctantly went back to their seats and the music came on. At first I couldn’t tell what it was, but Mindy knew right away.

  “Have yourself a merry little Christmas,” she started to sing. Her voice was sultry and had perfect pitch.

  God, I think she and I were made for each other.

  “Let your heart be light,” I sang with her.

  Her eyes widened and she smiled.

  “From now on your troubles will be out of sight.”

  She and I faced each other and finished singing the song. When it ended, the room filled with the sound of clapping. One girl did the “whoop, whoop, whoop” call that the movie Pretty Woman made so famous.

  Mindy looked out and smiled big. “Thank you.” She glanced at me. “You really can sing,” she whispered.

  I winked. “Told ya.”

  The waitress brought us each a shot. We threw them back and Mindy said, “Bring on the next song.”

  I swear I’ve never had more fun in all my fucking life.

  We did exactly what we’d planned to except, instead of listening to carols, we sang them, made out a few times, then sang some more.

  The last song was fitting. The music for Silent Night played over the speakers.

  Mindy took my hand and, in that moment, I knew I’d never let her go.

  “You’re mine and I’m yours. You know that right?”

  A fat tear rolled down her cheek. “I’m so glad you think so.” She kissed me and I realized there was no way I could go another minute without being inside her.