Christmas Down Under: Six Sexy New Zealand & Australian Christmas Romances

by Rosalind James

  “It’s too early yet, I think,” Ellie added. “Around six maybe. That’s when Callum’s started coming loose.”

  “How old is he now?” Caro asked.

  “Er—nine,” she muttered, bowing her head and turning icy with the lie.

  “And how much does the Tooth Fairy pay for his?” Ants asked.

  “Twenty cents each.”

  “Only twenty cents?” Her feathery eyebrows rose. Plainly she’d expected the rate would be higher at Wharemoana.

  “It’s a lovely warm evening,” Ginny said. “Shell we go out and enjoy the pool?”

  “I’ve had a swim,” Tony snapped.

  “I don’t have a swimsuit,” Ellie said at the same instant.

  “There are spares for guests in the changing room,” Ginny said, determined to keep things pleasant. “I should have mentioned it before this. Take Ellie and show her, please Robbie.”

  ~♥~

  Ellie heard his exaggerated sigh as he rose. She followed him through the house until he pushed a door open.

  “In here,” he said. “Swimsuits and towels in the cupboard. Out that door to the pool. It’s—”

  She laid her hand softly and precisely over his mouth. “Don’t freeze me out, Tony,” she implored.

  He took a couple of steps backward and turned the key in the lock. Her internal muscles jerked awake with buzzing heat. He intended making peace after all?

  “Arms up then,” he said. He pushed her shirt up and peeled it off. She stood before him with the start of a smile. Then he popped the button on her waistband, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to her feet. He bent to pick it up and she stepped aside. He placed it with her shirt on a nearby chair.

  It’s a game, she thought. Tingles of anticipation started to spread. He was keeping his face impassive, but his hands were getting very personal indeed.

  He crossed behind her, undid her bra and added it to the collection on the chair. Then hooked his thumbs into the top of her panties and drew them down her legs. She thrilled at his warm breath on the backs of her thighs as he bent to collect them.

  She was now nude apart from her sandals, and very relieved he’d locked the door.

  Before she could reach across to start on his shirt, he turned aside to the cupboard and rummaged among the swimsuit selection. He held up a red one-piece with a low cut back, considered it, and nodded. He crouched at her feet.

  “Lift one,” he demanded.

  With less certainty now, Ellie obeyed.

  “And the other.”

  He pulled the shiny garment over her legs, tugged it up between her thighs, and smoothed it over her hips. Then he held the straps out for her to slip her arms through. He let them go with a vicious little snap onto her shoulders. “Have a nice swim,” he said, turning aside, unlocking the door and disappearing out into the hallway again.

  Oh you utter bastard! her brain screamed. How could you do that to me less than two hours after proposing marriage? She sagged against the door, trembling, mortified. So much for presuming he was back to playing lovers’ games.

  But she had her pride. She was damned if she’d let him see how much he’d upset her. Catching up one of the big fluffy towels, she walked outside, slipped off her sandals, tossed the towel on a bench, and dived into the sunlit water.

  Like Tony, she took out her anger by thrashing her way up and down the length of the pool several times. Finally, panting, she turned on her back and floated—just in time to catch sight of him at his study window as he flicked the desk light on. He stood, head down, apparently reading something, and then looked out over the pool. Their eyes locked.

  Ellie held his gaze, teeth clamped together to keep her face expressionless. She stared him down. Damn his wealth and his certainty and his huge confidence that he could make her live her life as he preferred!

  The moment was broken as Ginny unlatched the gate and the twins gambolled through.

  It’s no good any more, Ellie thought. How will I face him again? If he can strip me naked and then ignore me, what hope do we have of getting back together? She cast a furtive look up at his study as Caro bobbed beside her in the water.

  “Ellie, I can do proper dives,” Ants called from the side of the pool, running forward and landing with a tremendous splash.

  “You need a bit more practice yet,” Ellie said, pasting on a grin and hauling the spluttering child upright. “Try again?”

  Pleased with the attention, both twins wriggled out of the pool and hurled themselves at her.

  “One at a time, girls!” Ginny exclaimed.

  “Then I can see how good you really are,” Ellie added, ducking away from their energetic little bodies. “Can you do handstands?” she asked, thinking this might slow them down. She upended herself in the water, and raised her legs in the air until she overbalanced and emerged panting and laughing.

  “Me next, me next!” Caro squealed.

  ~♥~

  Tony watched from his study, keeping well back so he couldn’t be seen. She was so good with them. Why wouldn’t she choose to live here with him instead of in some poky new house in town?

  And, more to the point, why the hell had he treated her like that when she’d offered an olive branch and asked him not to freeze her out?

  Her face had softened with expectation. She’d hoped he’d meet her halfway. And had he? No, he’d still been so furious that he’d ripped off her clothes and then ignored her. Worse than ignored her... mocked her, degraded her, made no move toward reconciliation at all.

  He’d wanted her. And she’d turned him down. Pleasantly enough to start with but she’d been determined. It stung. Very few people turned Tony Robinson down and made it clear he wouldn’t be getting what he desired.

  He knew he’d made a total hash of things by bringing their lovemaking into his proposal. Treating it like some sort of athletic challenge instead of the mind-blowing magic gift they created for each other.

  How could he find a way to reverse her decision? Cursing under his breath he resumed his seat and glared at the spreadsheet on the screen. He’d keep out of her way for the rest of the evening and hope to rescue the situation in the morning.

  Chapter Fourteen—Photographic Evidence

  Tony ate breakfast early and was out of the homestead before Ellie and the girls appeared. He’d slept wretchedly. No serious solution had yet presented itself to him. He came back for coffee mid-morning, intending to collect a forestry magazine he’d left in his study. Ellie had the twins in the schoolroom—her voice was just audible from the bottom of the stairs.

  “Going up?” Ginny asked. “There are some clean shirts for you here. Can you take them for me?” She handed him several on hangers, and a bundle of underwear.

  He stowed the freshly ironed shirts in his wardrobe and tossed the underwear onto the bed. A pair of white bikini panties tumbled free. Too big for the twins. Too small for Ginny.

  Well, Ellie was safely out of the way in the classroom—he’d leave them in her bedroom as he passed by. He smoothed them out and folded them neatly, rubbing a finger over the soft cotton-knit fabric and the tiny pink bow on the front. He easily pictured the curve of her hips and his fingers peeling the little panties down over her thighs. Soon, with any luck.

  He opened the door, intending to place them on her bed and leave. But her scent was in the air. The body lotion that smelled of freesias... the faint fragrance of the shampoo she used on her long lustrous hair.

  He stood for a few seconds, inhaling her perfume, glancing around the beautiful old room and remembering the afternoon of the cherry underwear.

  Suddenly his world of privilege and certainty was flipped on its head.

  Beside her bed stood a photo of a boy. Dark haired. Olive skinned. Slanting a carefree smile at the camera. So like himself as a child there could be no mistake. His heart thudded in his throat, and breathing was suddenly almost impossible.

  Striding across the room, he grabbed the photo frame, collapsed on
to the bed, and tilted the image to the light. Heat raced through his veins as he inspected it with hungry eyes. Her son. And plainly his as well. The resemblance was absolute. Jesus! And she’d kept the boy a secret—even after meeting up with him again.

  He stared at the cheeky face, memories flooding back. Their first night together in Australia. No condoms. Ellie had said she was on the pill. How could she have taken a risk like that? How could he?

  He dragged in a desperate breath and clenched his jaw. Pride and hurt and absolute fury warred for supremacy. He pushed away from the bed and loped to his study, magazine forgotten now. With shaking hands he placed the photo face down on the scanner bed to make his own copy. He closed the lid and waited until his son’s face rolled out of the printer.

  Not too good. He screwed it into a tight ball and binned it, adjusted the intensity control, and tried again, keeping a sharp ear out for Ellie.

  This time it was better. Much better. He gazed at it with gnawing hunger, slid it into his desk drawer, and hurried back to Ellie’s room to return the original. He smoothed out the bedcover, grabbed the panties off her bed, stuffed them into his pocket, and descended the stairs. He opened the lid of the laundry basket and dropped them in. All evidence of his visit to her room was now gone.

  If Ellie had decided to keep secrets from him, he could keep them from her in return—until the time was right. It was now imperative he found a way to make her change her mind. He wanted the woman, even after her lies. And he wanted her son even more. His son. How dare she deprive him of his son?

  He raced back up to his study, pushed the door closed behind him, and withdrew the copy with hands that were far from steady. All these years had passed and he’d not known. Not known he had another child. How could he forgive something like that?

  He sat brooding for maybe ten minutes, wondering what the boy was like. Healthy? Apparently. Happy? He looked cheerful enough in the photo. Good at sports? Good at school? Was there a father-figure in his life?

  A niggle in the back of his brain slowly became a certainty. A boy had been mentioned at the dinner table last night when the twins were hoping the Tooth Fairy would visit. Tony hadn’t paid much attention to the conversation, but he remembered now that Ellie had initially been forthcoming, and then clammed up. Had she called him Colin? Something similar anyway. Something Scottish...

  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to dredge up the name.

  Callum—that was it. And she’d said he was nine. Like hell he was nine! He was ten. Why hadn’t she disclosed his existence when she arrived at Wharemoana?

  Suddenly her extreme reaction at breakfast the first day made sense. Sense of a kind, anyway. She’d been in shock, discovering the father of her child again after so many years... knowing her guilty secret might finally be blasted out into the open. But why had she kept it so quiet? Why did she not want her son to know he had a father, and Tony to know he had a son?

  He would have supported the boy; it sounded as though they’d been living on practically nothing. Had she deprived him of the things he needed and wanted? Tony’s blood boiled at that thought.

  He smoothed a finger over the laughing face and began to plan how they’d meet.

  ~♥~

  “Come here and I’ll fix your hair up,” Ginny called to Caro. Two miniature ballerinas flitted around the terrace like a couple of pale pinks moths. Caro’s hair kept escaping from its tight coil. Miss Beveridge, the ballet teacher, would never approve.

  “If you don’t mind taking them, Ginny, that’s great,” Ellie said. “I’ve been promising myself an after-school walk on the beach for days now.”

  “The ballet lessons bring back fond memories of Julia’s childhood,” Ginny said. “You be careful on the beach though. Don’t go paddling if there’s any sign of those bluebottle jellyfish.”

  “They sting,” Ants said, wrinkling her nose.

  Ellie waved them off and changed into shorts and trainers for her beach walk. After less than fifty yards she heard the noisy note of a farm bike behind her. She moved to the side of the driveway so it could pass, but it slowed and chugged more quietly alongside her. She turned. It was Tony.

  “Going far? Like a lift?”

  At least he was being civil again. She shook her head and sent him a tentative smile. Maybe they could still make the situation work until her contract ended? “It’s a great day. I promised myself a walk by the sea.”

  “Hop on then. It’s further than you think.”

  “I really want to walk, thanks all the same.”

  “Oh, you’ll walk,” he said, with quiet deliberation. “But I’ll take you down as far as the shoreline.” He braked and waited; it appeared she had no option but to climb on behind him. She slung one leg over the seat and settled herself on the shuddering machine, trying to keep a little distance between their bodies. Impossible of course—was the bike made to carry one or two?

  “Sit close. Hold tight.”

  Difficult to do anything else, Ellie decided, raising her feet onto the stubby footrests and trying not to slide down the tilt of the hot black seat so she’d be glued against him. She turned her head and laid her cheek against the cottony fragrance of his shoulder rather than risk getting her nose bumped, then extended her arms around his waist, and linked her fingers well away from him.

  “Useless,” he drawled, looking down. “Hang onto me. And move exactly when I do. Have you ridden pillion before?”

  “Never,” she muttered, behind his ear.

  “Grab me around the waist. Lean hard against me. Your weight will follow mine.”

  He revved the engine while she fidgeted behind him. The vibrations rumbled up through her pelvic bones. Her thighs pressed around his hips. Her groin throbbed against the base of his spine. The bike was nothing more than a gigantic sex toy—no wonder young men enjoyed riding them.

  Tony revved the engine again and accelerated along the driveway. Ellie adjusted her grip a little further. A few seconds later the bike rattled over the cattle-stop bars and turned, tipped, dipped. She clutched him tightly then, and felt him chuckle. They angled onto a narrow bumpy path that soon ran out altogether. He picked up speed over one of the farm paddocks, avoiding the abundant cowpats, and then slowed to a stop. “Get the gate for me, can you?” he asked over his shoulder.

  Ellie inspected the nearby stock with caution. Big dark eyes stared back at her. She levered herself off the shuddering seat and jogged the few steps on noodle-weak legs, waited until Tony had chugged through, then closed the gate behind him. They dropped down over another couple of fields before he pulled up close to the shore.

  “I presume you were heading for the water, and not along there?” he asked. Some of the coastline was quite inaccessible. Tall yellow-brown cliffs rose straight from the sea, perhaps a mile away.

  “This is fine, thanks,” she said, hoisting her bag over her shoulder after she’d retrieved Ginny’s squashed sunhat from its depths. “I’ll be at the house in time for dinner. How long will it take me to walk back the way we’ve just come?”

  His mouth twisted in a sardonic smile. “Maybe half an hour from here. It’s uphill all the way. But don’t worry about that—I’m coming with you. I’ll take you back.”

  Suddenly Ellie very much didn’t want him there. Some sort of sixth sense shimmered through her. What was he up to?

  Tony peeled off his shirt and tied it around the bike handlebars. He stretched and yawned, eyes closed against the glare of the hot sun. Ellie watched the muscles of his long arms tighten. Saw the sea breeze flicking across the crisp hair on his tanned chest. Couldn’t help enjoying the denim work shorts slipping a little lower on his hipbones as his belly became tautly concave. She bit her bottom lip and tried to turn away, but she was still admiring him when he opened his eyes again and reached for her hand.

  He grinned. “Tonight?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “I can’t turn down your offer of marriage and then come back to bed w
ith you.”

  “Silly of me to ruin things by proposing. You didn’t want a long term thing anyway, did you Ellie? You made that clear by the river.”

  “Yes,” she mumbled, thinking of how she’d teased him with the sunscreen lotion and then lewdly grabbed at his ready body.

  He tugged her hand so she’d walk with him. “No reason why we can’t...” He shrugged, voice trailing off.

  Can’t what? Have sex? Jump each other’s bones? Sleep together? Certainly not ‘make love’. She knew love wasn’t part of his picture.

  “Stop it, Tony!” she said, trying to retrieve her hand and not succeeding.

  “Hope springs eternal,” he said. “You don’t ask, you don’t get. I was just starting to enjoy myself again.”

  Suddenly he swirled her against him and held her trapped against his body. She opened her mouth to protest. He stifled the words with his lips. And proceeded to kiss her so thoroughly she had no chance to resist, and eventually no thought of escape. Her initial wriggles of annoyance gave way to deliberate grinding pressure—a slow and suggestive chafing of her body against his.

  “Come back to bed with me, Ellie,” he rasped when he released her. “We’re both adults. We still set each other on fire. We should make the most of it.”

  She sighed and laid her cheek on his broad tickly chest, saying nothing. Not daring to. She shook her head—but not with any real conviction.

  They walked on, her fingers trapped warmly in his. The tide was low, the sand hard and flat. A fresh salty tang filled the air. It should have been a wonderful walk, but Ellie still felt uneasy.

  Tony squeezed her hand. “Tell me about your life. Your life in town. Where do you teach?”

  She relaxed a fraction; that was easier ground. “Wherever I’m wanted. I chose to go relief teaching because the money’s better. You take the chance you won’t get work every day, but I’ve been pretty lucky.”

  “And there’s just you?”

  “And my mother,” she said, too quickly. “She’ll come and live with me once I’m settled.”

  ~♥~