Christmas Angel: A Holiday Romance

by Crimson Syn

  Standing I reached out for her hand and turned her toward me. “I don’t know what this is, and truthfully, I don’t know if I’m even ready for it. But good things don’t come easily into my life, and if they do they don’t stay long. Please, Eve, I’m asking here. With my heart on my sleeve. Give this a chance.”

  She looked out the window, the moon casting a soft glittering glow along the blanket of snow that had formed in the last few hours.

  “I don’t know,” she stated quietly. Leaning into me, she wrapped herself around me in a deep hug. “I like you,” she whispered. “I like you more than I want to. And yes, it scares me.”

  I tipped her chin up to meet my eyes. “It scares me too. But I don’t want this to end. Not yet, Angel.”

  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Be patient with me, please.”

  With that, she turned and left me standing in the dark. I fisted my hands and swore I was not going to leave here without having her by my side.

  8

  Eve

  I wrapped myself in a blanket as I sat by the fire. The logs crackling while Michael Buble’s voice softly filled the room. The guests had left hours ago and the kids had fallen asleep, excited that Santa would be here in the morning. I liked this time of night when the house was asleep, and I could finally find that moment alone.

  As I sipped on my hot cocoa I heard footsteps coming close. I knew who it was even before he appeared. It was as if my body was aware of where he was at all times, reacting to him instantly.

  Whatever this was between us was unexpected. I’d never craved somebody like this before. It was a need for connection, a need to be loved, and in his arms, I felt alive. I hadn’t felt that way in a long time and I was afraid to lose it again.

  He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his arms. “Why are you down here all alone?”

  “I’m drinking hot cocoa,” I stated, lifting the mug.

  His eyes glanced over to the window and he smiled. “I love waking up to a white Christmas.”

  I stared down at the marshmallows that floated in my cup. “Me too,” I murmured in response.

  “Can I sit down?”

  I looked up at his handsome face, the firelight flickering on his handsome features. Dragging the blanket aside I gestured for him to sit beside me. His broad frame took half the seat and I found myself practically in his lap, his arm around me, his fingers wrapped around my shoulder.

  “Just lay back, Angel.” I sighed and melted into him, cherishing the warm feel of him.

  “Your brother told me everything.”

  I smiled. “I knew he was up to something.”

  He chuckled. “I think he reads hearts.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because he told me that if I wanted you, I needed to be patient. And then he told me that if I broke your heart, he’d break my legs.”

  I laughed whole-heartedly as I stared up at him. Reaching up I caressed his cheek. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and sighing.

  “Are we insane?” I whispered, stroking his chest.

  “I’m sure others might say so.”

  “I don’t believe in love at first sight.”

  “Neither do I.”

  We sat there in silence for a long time, thinking, wondering, just enjoying the moment. He’d take sips of my cocoa as we stared into the fire. Every now and then, he’d stroke my hair softly while I lay my head on his lap. It was a perfect moment, one I didn’t want to end.

  “If we do this, we have to go slow.” I whispered.

  He chuckled. “I’ll go slow, fast, hard, anything you want Angel.”

  Sitting up, I straddled his lap. “Why are you so handsome?”

  “Why are you so pretty?” Small little creases lined the edges of his eyes and I reached up, tracing them with my fingertips.

  “Don’t be scared, Angel,” he rubbed my back gently, reassuringly.

  I smiled. “I’ve lost so much in this world, I don’t know if I could do that again.”

  “Then don’t. You just let me worry about that. Live your life, but just occasionally remember that I’m there for you if you need me.”

  I giggled. “I’ll need you a lot more than that.”

  “Well good then. Because I want to be a part of your life if you’ll let me.”

  I hugged him tight, needing to feel him. His strength, his heat, his arms cradling me. I wanted to fall in love again, and if this was the man who was willing to go through it all with me, I would be stupid to say no to that.

  “Oh!” He exclaimed, and I leaned back startled.

  “What is it?”

  “I just remembered something.”

  He gently removed me from his lap and went over to the tree. “I was going to give this to you tomorrow morning,” he looked over his shoulder at me and winked. “But it’s already tomorrow so it counts.”

  “You got me something?”

  “I wasn’t sure why I picked it up, but now I know why. Aha! Here it is!”

  He turned back holding a small neatly wrapped box. Handing it to me, he sat back down beside me.

  “But I didn’t get you anything,” I murmured sadly.

  “You’re enough of a gift for me, Angel. Trust me. Now open it.”

  I glanced at him before gently pulling the silver bow off. Taking my time not to ruin the wrapping which was so pretty.

  “Would you just rip it open?”

  His impatience made me laugh and want to tease him. “But it’s so pretty.”

  He rolled his eyes and tapped his fingers on his knee as he waited for me to finally get it open. When I did, I simply stared at it. It was a small crystal angel ornament. For a moment I didn’t know what to say and then a rush of emotions came at me at once. Turning to him, I gripped him and hugged him to me.

  “Whoa,” he chuckled, nuzzling my neck.

  “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

  He tinkered with it for a moment, his brow furrowing. “It was weird when I saw it, it just called out to me. Who would have thought…” He turned to me, his words lingering between us. Gently he cupped my cheek. “I don’t care what anyone says. I don’t care if it sounds crazy. But this…this just proves that some things happen for a reason.”

  He grabbed my hand and pressed it to his chest. “Do you know why I went to that bar last night?”

  I shook my head.

  “Your brother was meeting me there. I dumped him for you.”

  My mouth gaped open and I looked from the angel in my hand back to him. “It’s all too coincidental.”

  “Like I said. I don’t care if people don’t believe. I believe. And all I know, is I want you to be mine.”

  “And I want you to be mine too,” I cupped his cheek and as tears ran down my face, he kissed me. The burn between us was sweet, overwhelmingly so, yet as he pressed me into the cushions, and he made love to me on that couch, there were no more questions, just a love that was slowly building.

  Epilogue

  Eve

  Three years later…

  His tongue danced along my hot crevice, forcing my legs apart as I grunted his name. The chuckle he let out rumbled along the nerves of my body, eliciting a stream of shudders that left me breathless. Why was he so good at doing that?

  Flattening his tongue, he dragged its broad width along my wetness, not leaving an inch unlicked. I leapt off the bed as the rough texture curled around my clit taking me to new heights.

  “Oh, God!”

  “Mmhmm,” he murmured as he continued to lap and torture me.

  My legs lifted into the air and he took advantage of my position to push them back into my chest, exposing me even more.

  “I’m going to cum if you continue,” I whispered, gasping for a huge gulp of air.

  “Isn’t that the point,” he spoke into my pussy right before sucking my clit into his mouth.

  I was like a rag doll being pinned down and positioned any way he wanted me. His suc
king and slurping drove me crazy. I wanted him so badly, my whole body ached. Dragging my nails across his shoulders I was finally able to form words.

  “I want-I want to cum on your cock.”

  His eyes met mine from between my legs. He made a great show at lapping at my cunt slowly. Moaning the entire time.

  “Are you sure about that, Angel?”

  “Oh my God!” My breath shot out of me as he flicked that pleasure button ceaselessly. My back arched, and my hands gripped the sheets knowing I wasn’t going to make it.

  He looked up at me, his thumb slowly circling the swollen center. “Now you know the drill, Angel. If you want my cock, you know what you need to do.”

  My lips parted in a silent scream, and my legs trembled as I fought the pleasure. “He was not going to win this time. I refused to succumb to his demands tonight. If I did he’d give me what I wanted, but then I’d have to give into his wishes. And I wasn’t ready.

  “You just have to beg, and you’ll be mine forever.”

  “Never!” I shouted. Grunting as my hips lifted.

  “You can’t edge forever my beautiful, Eve. You also can’t make me wait forever.”

  “Watch me,” in one swift move I had him on his back, chuckling.

  “You underestimate me, Sweetheart.” He watched as my hand wrapped around his cock, and as soon as my tongue swiped at the thick slit along the head of it, he groaned. His head jerked back, his body tensing. The muscles and veins in his neck protruded and I crawled up his body, just to lick along my favorite vein. I made my way down his chest, nipping and biting, all the while jerking his massive cock.

  “There’s no way I’m giving in, Eve. I want this too badly.”

  My mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and his moan of satisfaction made my pussy pulse. Slowly I took him in, down my throat as I swallowed him. Up and down, in a slow torturous move that had him clutching the headboard and breathing deeply.

  “Fuck me, you’re good at that,” his voice cracked, and muscles tensed as I popped him out, only to take him back in and start devouring him all over again.

  It had all started with a proposal. A sweet proposal on the balcony of his apartment. He’d prepared everything, cooked a romantic dinner, and the sweetest dessert. At the end of it all he’d carried to champagne glasses out to the balcony and wrapped us up in a blanket as we watched the stars. And then he popped the question, presenting me with an exquisite diamond ring.

  And what did I do? I freaked. Jumping up, I left him sitting there and locked myself in the bedroom. He’d knocked on the door, begged me to open it, but I was too shocked to even say anything. We’d been fine for years. Why’d he have to go and ruin it with a proposal?

  Finally, about an hour later, he’d unlocked the door and barged in looking livid and sexy as hell. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do to me, but as he loomed over me, I knew. He liked to play these games, to see who gave in first. At first it started innocent enough, who’d wash the dishes, who did the laundry, then as the years passed by it became more of a challenge, ever game brought something new, and now there was this. And he was damn well serious.

  Leaning over me, he brought himself face to face with me. “Let’s make a bet.”

  “No,” I shook my head. I had this feeling he would win, and I didn’t want him to win. But his counter offer was too sweet to deny.

  “If you cum first, then I’ll stop. We’ll go away on a makeshift honeymoon and never speak of it again. But if I win…if I win you’re mine. We get married on Christmas Eve and I’ll take you to my favorite spot in the world.”

  I shook my head and folded my hands over my chest. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you suck me into this. This is serious, not a game.”

  “Who said I wasn’t being serious. This,” he gestured between the two of us, “this is as serious as two people get.”

  “So why do we have to label it?”

  He sighed. “Look, this is important to me. It means something to me. I want a family, a life together. I want the damn mail to read Mrs. Nolan. I want you to be my wife.”

  I looked up at him and sighed. “Fine.”

  “Is that a yes.”

  “It’s a do your best, but I’m not giving in.”

  “Ohhh, we’ll see,” he grinned as he spread my legs, which is how I ended up in this predicament.

  I was an expert at knowing what he wanted. Worshipping his cock just how he needed it, and in the last few years I’d perfected the art of making my man cum. All I had to do was tug his cock out and fondle his balls and he’d erupt. But just as I was about to suck him in deep he rolled us over and dragged his now slick cock in between the walls of my soaked pussy.

  “Fuck!” He groaned, as he continued to hump at me. Angling his hips so that the cut of his crown nestled on my clit. I cried out, as he ripped my dress open. His mouth on my tits, sucking as he drove me insane with need.

  “Marry me, baby.” Both our needy bodies were slick with sweat. Eager for a release that was yet to come.

  It was so easy to give into him, he made it so easy.

  “Just say yes, love. And I’ll give you the fucking world.” His dick slid into me in one rough thrust and I cried out the words he wanted to hear. Not caring anymore, just wanting him.

  “Yes!”

  The fact that I’d given in to him only made him more ferocious in his lovemaking. My legs shook from the power of his thrusts against me. I held onto the headboard as he drove in and out of me, his thick cock filling me up completely. It was always a different experience with him. He had so many ways of pleasing me. He was rough, hard, soft, and gentle. He was tender and romantic, dominating and demanding all at once. My perfect lover, but tonight, tonight he was claiming me. He was ravaging me and making sure I would feel what he’d done to me the next day. My thighs ached from the grip he had on them. My breasts throbbed from the bite marks he left. I could feel his strength rubbing against me, the muscles in his arms bulging and tensing as he drove me into the mattress.

  Yet all I could do was scream out in pleasure. This man was making me his and I loved it, I loved every second of it. My pussy gushed and clenched down on him as he spanked my thigh. He growled and gritted his teeth as our bodies began that descent.

  “You’re fucking mine. No other man could ever have you. No one will ever question it. You’re mine in every way, Angel.”

  He lifted me into his arms, slamming me down onto his cock. Up and down until I came in a violent shudder. My mouth opened as we looked into each other’s eyes. He nodded and smirked.

  “That’s a good girl. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

  “Nnngh,” I grunted and let myself fall.

  I collapsed back onto the mattress and he followed me down, his lips leaving open mouth kisses along the back of my ear and down my neck. Our breathing was ragged, our heart beating rapidly. He slid out of me and curled himself on top of me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his nose buried in my breasts.

  “You’re perfect for me,” he murmured sleepily.

  I stroked his hair and stared out at the moonlit sky. Snow had started to fall, and I smiled to myself. There was no denying I loved him. He was my everything, he always had been. In a silent moment I remembered Liam’s warm smile and for the first time I didn’t feel guilty for my decisions. I felt like this was it. This was the final step to completing my happiness. Well that, and the little one that was growing inside of me. I gently caressed my future husband’s soft hair and laughed to myself. He’d given me everything I ever wanted and so much more. He’d given me hope and happiness.

  Epilogue Two

  Christian

  Six years later…

  “Is she asleep?”

  I nodded and grabbed her by the waist. Her squeal making us both freeze.

  “Shhhh,” I whispered huskily, biting her earlobe.

  “Sorry,” she giggled.

  “She’s out like a light. Santa’s on his way
and he won’t get here if she doesn’t fall asleep.”

  Eve shook her head and stared back at me. “Well, before we get any me and you time, you need to go take a bite out of that Christmas cookie and get to work.”

  “But I want a bite of your cookie.”

  She swatted at my arm and laughed, I loved to hear her laugh. “It will only take you a few minutes.”

  I nipped at her neck and reluctantly pulled back. “Fine, but I better have my Christmas present ready to unwrap when I’m done.”

  She bit her lip and slowly lifted her sweater over her head. My cock twitched at the sight of her red, sheer bra. Her nipples looked like round perfectly shaped coins, poised and ready to be sucked.

  “Fuck,” I whispered as she she winked at me and shut the bedroom door closed behind her, keeping me for what I craved her most.

  I rushed down to the basement and for the next thirty minutes, I made sure the cookies were eaten, the glass of milk was half empty, and dozens of presents were under the tree. Santa had done pretty well in his last project and had received a Christmas bonus.

  I carefully placed the envelope on the tree, Eve’s name scrawled across it. In it were two tickets to Italy. A honeymoon trip we never quite got to take ever since she told me Angel on her way. Not that she’d ever complained about it. Our little girl was our world, she was our everything. We’d planned for more, but unfortunately the pregnancy had taken it’s toll on Eve’s body. We weren’t angry though, our daughter was healthy and we couldn’t have been happier. We’d even discussed adopting in the last year.

  Through all the years we’d spent together, she never asked for more, but I did owe her this bet, and I didn’t forget to pay off my debts. Angel was five years old and Sam and Carol had already agreed on taking care of her.

  If everything went according to plan, we’d fly out after the new year and spend two weeks in paradise, enjoying one another. I wanted her all to myself. Wrapped in silk sheets and drinking red wine on a balcony while watching the sun set along the Tuscany hills.