Home for the Holidays

by Darling, Lucy

  “I might eat them all.” I change the subject, not wanting to lie to her.

  “I thought it was me you wanted to eat.”

  I smile. She has no idea how true her words are. It’s something I plan on doing a lot tonight. I couldn’t even control my thoughts when I was with her brother and dad.

  The only thing I could think of while she baked was tasting her cookie. How I wanted her taste on my tongue. Each time her pink little tongue peeked out to lick frosting off her lips, I thought of how she sucked me to orgasm the night before.

  I’m a dirty bastard for thinking those things while I sat with her family, but it’s her fault. She makes me feel out of control when it comes to her. She makes me feel a lot of things that I’m not used to or ready to admit.

  I couldn’t even control my thoughts with her brother Beau shooting me death glares. I do have to admit that whenever he didn’t want to kill me, he seemed to be a good guy. I wasn’t going to shame him about the fact he wants to fuck someone ten years younger than him. He’s doing enough of that shit to himself, and I’m about to do the same thing.

  “Oh, I plan to eat you.” I lick my lips. I’ve eaten her so many times I should be over it. I think it’s only made me hungrier for her. It’s why I know marriage would be good between us. My hunger for her only keeps growing.

  That shy innocence she has turns me the fuck on, but so does getting her to come out of her shell. Who am I kidding? Her breathing turns me on. I’d reach for her and pull her into my lap, but the snow is coming down hard and I want that seat belt on her right now.

  “Good, because I’ve got plans that fit perfectly with that.” She bites down on her bottom lip, and her cheeks bloom pink, making my already hard cock start to ache. My control is splintering. I don’t see why I have to hold back now. The engagement is no longer fake in my eyes. I want to make her my wife, so why couldn't I have her now?

  My phone rings in my pocket. I pull it out and see it’s my brother. I power it off. It’s Christmas Eve; there shouldn't be any work emergencies. If there is, they can get a hold of Kelly and she can handle it.

  “Everything okay?” She releases her lip.

  “It was my brother. I’m sure my mother will be calling soon.”

  “It’s late. Is something wrong?”

  “No.” The car rolls to a stop, and I get out, offering Angel my hand to help her down.

  “I don’t think I care for them,” she says as we step on to the elevator. She lets out a huff. “I won’t put up with her trying to set you up with other women.” I filled her in some last night on how my mother has always been. My only reply is to grab her and lift her up off of her feet to press her against the elevator wall. Her being jealous over me breaks the last bit of my self-control.

  She gasps in surprise as I take her mouth. The need to possess her has me being rough with her, but I can’t stop myself. I have to consume her the same way she has me. And that’s exactly what I do.

  I delve my tongue into her mouth, taking what I want. I can feel the heat of her sweet little cunt through my pants as she rubs herself on my rock-hard cock. She is so willing and soft in my arms. I think she would let me do anything I wanted to her. As sappy as it sounds, all I want to do is make her mine. For her to want me with the same bone-aching need I have for her.

  I carry her off the elevator, heading straight for our bedroom. I hear her shoes hit the ground in the process. When I place her on her feet, she starts pulling at my clothes. She’s as desperate for me as I am for her.

  “Why do you have so many buttons?”

  I grab the front of my shirt, giving it a yank and causing the buttons to go flying. She stands there for a second staring at me before she bursts into laughter. I find myself laughing with her as I go for her dress, pulling it up and over her head, leaving her in only her panties and bra. She’s my heaven on earth.

  The laughter dies on her lips when I go for her bra before dropping to my knees in front of her. I bury my face between her thighs, breathing in her scent through her panties before I hook my fingers into them and slip them down her leg.

  She falls back onto the bed. I stand as she moves more toward the center, those big blue eyes on me. She truly does look like an angel laid out for me to feast on. She watches me with those eyes that I swear see parts of me no one else ever has as I pull my belt off. It hits the ground with a loud thump before I start pulling the rest of my clothes off.

  “It’s Christmas.” She smiles at me. I didn't even give her a chance to see what I had done while we were out at her parents’. I had someone come in to decorate the living room. I told them I wanted it to look like a winter wonderland. She’d made a comment about this place not being very festive. I wasn't going to let her wake up on Christmas morning and not give her the Christmas she deserves.

  She rolls over, giving me a view of her ass as she opens the drawer next to the side of the bed she’s been sleeping on to pull out a bow. She places it on her stomach. I know she’s giving herself to me, but for a second my mind imagines a baby being inside of her.

  “Are you sure about this?” I ask as I put my knee on the bed. I grab my cock that is begging to get at her. In all my life I’ve never been so hard. Who knew an angel could be so damn tempting and bring a man to his knees? I’d do anything she asked me if she said she’d be mine forever.

  I suddenly understand why some of the men I’ve met over the years never pushed for things like a prenup. What is the point of having one when all you want is the woman? Without her in your life, none of the other things mean anything.

  “I’ve never been more sure about anything.” I’m on her before she can change her mind. My mouth takes hers in a deep kiss. I press my cock to the opening of her pussy, but I don’t push inside. I groan when I feel how wet she is. The head of my cock slips between her pussy lips. She moves her hips in a motion so that she’s grinding her clit against my cock.

  “Logan.” She moans my name when I pull my mouth from hers. I start to kiss down her neck. Her hard nipples rub against my chest. I try and slip down more to taste them, but Angel stops me. “I want you inside of me.”

  “I have to get you ready for me,” I grit out, but my cock slips back down to her opening. She lifts those damn hips of hers, welcoming the head inside of her. I can feel cum leak from the head of my cock inside of her. Marking her as mine.

  “There. I need you there.” The word need is my undoing. I drop my forehead onto hers. I slip my hand between us, going for her clit as I work the head of my cock in and out of her. It's the sweetest torture of my life. I feel her tense up as the orgasm takes over. Her pussy clamps around the head of my cock, and she calls out my name.

  “I love you,” I say as I push all the way inside of her, breaking through her innocence. She lets out a gasp as her nails dig into me. I welcome the pain. I hate that I had to do this to her, but I’d burn this world down before I let anyone else touch her.

  I can’t stop myself from coming. Not that I’m worried about it at this point. I know my cock isn’t going down anytime soon. Not now that I’m finally inside of her.

  “Tell me you’re okay.” I kiss her cheeks. My fingers go back to playing with her clit. I know how to work her body now. I’ve learned the things that turn her on. I feel her relaxing already, her body wanting more.

  I’ve spent these last few days becoming a master of her body. No one will ever be able to pleasure her the way that I do. I listen to every moan and breath she takes in order to get a read on her.

  “I’m more than okay, Logan.” Her eyes flutter open. “Make love to me.” She pulls me down for a kiss, and I give her what she asks for. I take my time moving in and out of her. My fingers dig into the sheets as I try to fight the urge to come again without her.

  But fuck she feels so good under me with her soft touches and moans. I’ve never seen something so damn sexy in my life.

  “Angel.” I barely get her name out. “Come for me. I want you to take m
e over with you to heaven. Let me feel it.” Her pussy clamps down around me as she cries out my name. She takes me with her as I pour myself inside of her, knowing she’s ruined me.

  I just pray I don’t ruin her.

  21

  Angel

  “Don’t stop.” My nails dig into Logan’s chest. I’m on top riding him, but somehow he’s the one in control. His fingers dig into my hips as he moves me up and down his cock while also thrusting in and out of me.

  “Never.” My eyes lock with his. The words I love you are on the tip of my tongue, but my orgasm chases them away as it hits me hard. In a flash he flips us, giving two more hard thrusts before he groans my name, and he’s coming with me.

  I know I should say something about how we’ve had sex over a handful of times now and none have been with protection. Instead I wrap myself around him, running my fingers up and down his back. I love just touching him, and I know he loves it too.

  His breathing is heavy on my neck. Tickling my skin. “I don’t want to move,” I say.

  He kisses my neck. “I have a surprise for you, and your parents will show up here if we don’t make it over there in a few hours.”

  “Let’s not talk about my parents when you’re still inside of me.”

  He pulls his cock out and I feel some of his release spill from me. He sits up, watching. His half hard cock starts to get hard again.

  “Shower,” he grunts, knowing I’m up for another round with him. I kind of pushed the last round. He’s worried I’m tender. I am a little but not enough to say no.

  He pulls me from the bed and into the shower, where we get lost for another hour. It’s not until we’re finally dressed that I make it to the living room.

  “How did I miss this?” My eyes fill with tears. The whole place looks like a magical winter wonderland.

  “I think I had your mind occupied with other things.” He wraps his arms around me from behind. I turn in his arms and kiss him. In this moment I know without a doubt that I’m more than in love with this man, and I do want to marry him. Now I just have to find the time to tell him.

  “Let me order us breakfast.”

  “No way. First off, it’s Christmas. We’re not doing delivery—that’s if there is even delivery available today. Which I’m guessing there’s not. Second, it’s tradition that we don’t eat until Christmas dinner, which is in the afternoon. The only food you get is the food you steal while we’re cooking.”

  “I ate you this morning.”

  “Hush.” I smack his chest. “I can’t wait to see this place when the sun goes down tonight.”

  “I'll bend you over the sofa. Then we’ll both love the view.” I giggle in his arms. He tries to kiss me, but I dodge it.

  “We’ll never get out of here.” Knowing I’m right, we head out to my parents’. Logan is surprised when my mom puts a gift into his lap.

  “I didn’t bring anything.” Not true. Pretty sure he brought wine that cost more than my first car.

  “You got my baby girl to move back here. That’s better than any present you could have bought me.” My mom beams at him. He opens the present to reveal a framed picture. It’s of me looking up at him.

  He’s got his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. I swallow because there is no missing that I’m in love with him from the picture.

  “Never seen a prettier woman in all my life,” he says. My face flushes. Everyone else starts opening gifts, but I can feel Logan’s eyes linger on me the whole time. Even when I’m cooking in the kitchen later. It’s as though he can’t take them off of me.

  The day goes off without a hitch. Dread starts to fill me when I think about going to his parents’ house tonight. I wish we could stay here with my family or go back to his place and make love in front of the fireplace. I hate that I feel this way about his family, but I can’t help it. I know I need to suck it up because with the way that things are going, they are going to be my family soon too.

  “You watch out for our girl,” my mom tells Logan when we’re about to head out. “I didn’t name her Angel for no reason.” She kisses his cheek. I don’t miss how much Logan enjoys my mom's approval.

  It only makes me love him more. I think Christmas magic brought us together, and Logan didn’t just need me, he needs all of us.

  “What time are we supposed to be at your parents’? Maybe we can make a pit stop if we have time.” My hand slips up his thigh. His cock hardens under my palm.

  “We’re not going.” He lifts my hand up, locking his fingers with mine. The back of the car grows silent. I’m not sure what to say. I don’t think he wants me to do a happy dance.

  I instantly feel guilty for having that thought. They are his family. I know how much mine means to me.

  “Okay. Are you sure? I haven’t met your father.”

  “It’s pointless and needless.” I can feel the mood shift all around us. The air seems to get colder.

  “All right,” I agree. “Unless—”

  “I said we aren’t going and it’s final.”

  I snap my hand back from his, not used to this tone from him. Well, I’m not used to it directed at me anyway.

  “Fuck. I’m sorry, Angel.” He runs a hand down his face, and I can tell that there’s an inner war raging inside of him. “I don’t want them near you.”

  “Then I won’t go near them.” He stares at me for a long moment.

  “You’re so damn sweet.” It almost sounds like that’s a bad thing. The car barely stops when we get back to his place, and he’s already pulling me out.

  We don’t make it to the bedroom this time. He makes true on his words, bending me over the side of the sofa. With one swipe my panties are gone, and my skirt is bunched up around my waist.

  “Always ready for me,” he groans when his hand goes to my sex. He starts to play with my clit as he thrusts inside of me all the way. “Fuck, I need this.”

  I grab on to the cushions as he fucks me. That’s what this is. It’s hard and fast. All his control gone. It doesn’t take me long before I’m coming. He keeps going. His hand leaves my clit to grab my hair. He pulls me back, taking my mouth in a hard kiss.

  “Is this what you want? A husband who would fuck you like this?”

  “Logan.” I breathe his name out against his lips. I’m going to come again.

  “When I’m pissed or in a bad mood, all I can think about is fucking you hard. My sweet Angel. I want to dirty you up. All night you let me come in you over and over again. Did you know all I kept thinking was that you’re my little cum slut? That you were taking every last drop of me and then crawling back on my dick begging for more. I kept getting hard thinking about what my cum was going to do once it was inside of you.”

  I explode. My body gets off on every word that leaves his mouth. It’s true, everyone usually sees me as an Angel, but I want this too. To be dirty for him sometimes.

  “Fuck,” he shouts, coming with me. I feel him spill deep inside of me. He leans down, his chest pushing into my back as he kisses my neck. “You got off on that.” I nod my head, not sure if I will ever be able to move again.

  “What have I done?” he says as he pulls himself from me. I feel the space between us expanding by the second. That feeling of dread comes back with a vengeance.

  22

  Logan

  I took her like a fucking animal. I really am no better than the rest of my family. She was a virgin less than 24 hours ago, and I’ve treated her this way. Worse when she stands turning around to face me, and I watch my cum leak down her thighs. My cock jerks, starting to get fully hard again.

  “You’re pulling away.” She clears the space between us. Her hand wraps around my cock. “I love you. And I love everything you just did. Yes, I do want you to take me like that if you need to work something out of your system.”

  “You don’t want that.”

  “But I do.” Because I’ve made her crave it. It has been the plan all along, and now I hate that I ever plann
ed to get her addicted to me. Before I can stop her, she’s dropping to her knees. A better man would grab her and lift her back to her feet. But I’m not a better man. I let her wrap that mouth around me.

  My fingers dig into her hair, and I fuck her mouth as hard as I took her pussy. She takes every inch of me. She even slips her fingers between her legs, bringing herself to orgasm as I come down her throat. She sucks every drop of me down. In fact, she doesn’t stop sucking me until I pull her to her feet and kiss her.

  “I have to let you go, Angel.” The words are hard to get out. Yet I know it’s the right thing to do. She deserves better than what I can offer her.

  “You don’t have to do anything.” But I do. Staring into her eyes makes my chest ache. She thinks she loves me.

  “You want what your parents have. It’s not in me to be that way or give you that. You know what kind of family I come from. How we are.”

  “They are. You can be anything you want. I want you. I love you.”

  “You’re a young girl that believes in Christmas miracles. You don’t know what you want.” I watch as she fixes her dress. I do the same to my clothes. It doesn’t matter that it feels like my insides are being ripped out of my body, my cock still reacts to her nearness. It only goes to show what a bastard I truly am.

  I want to grab her and drag her back to my bedroom and chain her to my bed so that I can keep her. It's inevitable that she’ll leave me. But I don’t want her to leave me after I’ve ruined her. I could never live with myself. Hell, I’m not sure I can live without her either.

  “And if I’m pregnant?” I close my eyes for a second.

  “I’d support you.” She gasps, taking a step back from me. I don’t want Angel around my family I sure as fuck don’t want a baby around them. “Get you a house.”

  “Like a little mistress that no one would know about? You could stop by and fuck me and see your child?”