Santa Baby: a Crescent Cove Romantic Comedy Collection

by Quinn, Taryn

  “I mean, to sit on while we eat. As you can see, I’m still decorating.” She tugged the sofa’s back cushions out from under a pile of books and papers, then tossed them on the floor next to her coffee table.

  “That what you’re calling this?”

  She jerked a shoulder and her baggy shirt tried to slip down her shoulder. No strap. Jesus. No bra was now a certainty. She was petite and perfect enough not to need one.

  Fuck me running.

  “My decorator wasn’t available today. Just like my movers.” She hefted two boxes off the coffee table.

  “Let me—”

  She shook her head. “I got it.” She dumped them on the couch, then rushed back into her tiny kitchen. She popped a pepperoni into her mouth and chewed, her lashes fluttering as her eyes closed. “God, that’s good.”

  Much as I wanted to watch her eat, I was stuck on what she’d said. “What do you mean, no movers? Where did you live again?”

  “Turnbull. Barely a hop, skip, and two jumps away.” She transferred an extra piece of pizza to each plate and brought them around the counter into the living room and placed them on the coffee table.

  Snagging the beer she’d left for me, I followed her in and sat on one of the cushions. “This can’t be all your stuff. How did you get the couch up here by yourself? Family? Friends?” I swallowed the cheese now stuck in my throat. “Boyfriend?”

  She snorted as she rummaged in one of the boxes. “The place was partially furnished. I’m not even sure who left that beer behind. Hope it’s not poisoned.”

  I glanced down at the can sweating in my hand. Or maybe I was sweating. The temperature seemed to be rising by the minute. “Thanks for the heads up.”

  “It’s probably fine. Sorry, I don’t have my floor lamp. Desk lamp is somewhere.” She made a delighted a-ha noise and waved three tiny candles and one of those long lighter things chicks always seemed to have, then set the candles on the coffee table. After lighting them, she picked her way around the boxes to sit beside me. “Oh, and no way José on the boyfriend. I’ll probably end up being a lesbian.”

  I choked on the experimental sip of beer I’d taken, coughing as she thumped on my back.

  She was kidding. I was almost positive. Even my timing couldn’t suck that much.

  “That hard to imagine?”

  I plucked up a piece of pepperoni and held it up to her sweet mouth. For fuck’s sake, she even had a freckle on the bow of her top lip. “A loss for my team.”

  Her cheeks pinked up and the splash of freckles across the bridge of her nose added an innocence to her that I really didn’t want to think about. The candles didn’t do much to light the room, but added a warm glow behind her. “I was kidding.” Her voice was husky and my hunger for pizza went right out the goddamn window.

  “Good.” I nodded to her. This was the worst of ideas and yet, here I was. “Want this or not?”

  She licked her lips and opened them. After I dropped the pepperoni inside her mouth, she closed her eyes, chewed, and swallowed. Then she winced. “Probably wrong that I had unnatural flashbacks to church.”

  I huffed out a laugh. I never really knew what was going to come out of this girl’s mouth. It could be from hanging with Sage and Ally, but I had a feeling she’d been this way before those two tried to corrupt her.

  “Are you a good Catholic girl, Kelsey?”

  She opened her eyes, then took my beer and set it down beside our plates. “What would you say if I said definitely not?”

  I hooked my arm around her waist and lifted her onto my lap. “I’d say hell yeah.”

  Her golden eyes were huge as she straddled me. She opened her mouth to say something, then her eyes popped wider and she buried her face in the crook of her elbow to sneeze. “Damn dust,” she croaked, eyes watering. “Sorry. Excuse me. Fuck.”

  It felt good to laugh. Her weight on my groin was definitely adding a buzz to my blood.

  After a minute, her hands landed on my shoulders and her perfect tits were right there for the taking. I should kiss her. It was what a gentleman would do. Then again, I wasn’t one of those.

  Instead, I ducked my head and nudged up the knot under her breasts with my nose and found a stretchy little piece of lace beneath her T-shirt. I groaned. No bra was correct. This flimsy thing was some kind of strapless shaper. It was damp from all her work that day, but she smelled fresh. Like grapefruits and oranges had sex. Whatever the scent was, it filled my brain and set my dick to pounding.

  Of course, that could be from her wiggling against me.

  I gripped her ass. “You want this over in two shakes, or for me to take a little time?” I tugged at her nipple through her shirt. “I can do either.”

  Her fingers slipped into my hair. “Not too much time. I’m dying here.”

  She was eager. I appreciated that in a woman. Maybe it’d been as long for her as it had been for me.

  I dipped my hands lower to the fringe of her cutoffs along the backs of her thighs. I tugged so that the material dug into her skin a little and slid my fingers under the denim from behind. Her gasp fueled me to roll my hips under her. “You like that?”

  “Yes.”

  After shifting her scrap of panties out of the way, I eased between her cheeks and found her wet. I groaned against the lace in front of my face and shifted her higher against me. “So wet, darlin’. For me? Or just because you need something?”

  “Is both a bad answer?”

  I dragged my beard across her bra and found her nipple. “Best answer. We both need something tonight.” I tugged her nipple through the lace bit of fluff under her T-shirt. “I’m okay with that, are you?” I tucked my fingers into her damp heat and had to bite back a groan.

  It had been awhile since I’d had a slick pussy so ready and willing without working for it. The women I’d dated lately were a helluva lot more jaded about sex.

  “Yes. I just want to have a great orgasm. Is that too much to ask?” She leaned back a little. “I don’t think so.”

  I added a second finger inside her sweet pussy and tugged harder on her nipple. “Nope.”

  She rolled her hips away from the rhythm I’d started. “I need you…” She ground out a frustrated sigh. “More…left.”

  I let her nipple go with a snap of her lace and withdrew my hand.

  “No. I didn’t mean…” Her huge golden eyes were bright with a fever I understood. Some schmuck probably left her without a real orgasm on the regular. There was a serviceable orgasm that did the job, and then there was the kind that made everything shake. I wanted her at earthquake status.

  I wasn’t sure why it was so important, but I wouldn’t stop until I got it.

  I hooked my arm around her waist again and flipped her onto her back on the cushion. I shoved boxes out of the way and heard the scatter of books. I needed her spread out. “Do you have a bed for this?” I asked against her belly.

  “No. I, uhh…I don’t have one of those yet.”

  I glanced up from the snap on her shorts. “What?”

  She grimaced. “I sort of left my place in a hurry. The bed wasn’t worth the expense of moving it. But I’ll get around to ordering one. Eventually.” She gave me a hopeful smile. “Do you want to wait? I…” She met my gaze, her hips moving restlessly.

  “We’ll make it work, darlin’.” I peeled down her shorts partway and found endless gold over cream skin. Her belly was soft as a peach and the more I revealed, the hotter I got. She was bare. Absolutely bare. I sucked in a breath and caught that citrus flavor wrapped in sex. I wasn’t a man of many words when it came to getting naked, but right then, I wanted to get downright worshipful.

  Instead, I let my mouth do the work in a much more effective way.

  I licked her tight little slit. Her shorts trapped her thighs together so I turned my head a little and sealed her pussy lips with my own. Seemed fitting our first kiss wouldn’t be traditional.

  I circled her tight little clit with my tongue, my
fingers digging into her lightly muscled thighs. I was going to peel her open and fuck the holy shit out of her.

  There was no doubt in my mind that was where this kind of night was heading. But right then, what I needed from her was a quaking thigh release. The sort a man never forgot once he’d witnessed it.

  Once he’d caused it.

  I dug deeper and brought my thumb up to play. When she arched up off the nubby textured cushion, I held her against me and double-checked that she wasn’t trying to stop me for real.

  Some women weren’t into oral, but the way she flung back her head and reached for her own tits told me I was doing all right. I reached up with my free hand and flipped up her shirt and that lacy thing so I could see her breasts too.

  My dick was pounding in time with my brain, but I wanted to see everything. She was so long and lean with the perfect kind of curves. Tiny nipples the same color of her pussy strained up against the golden firelight of the last rays of sun and her tiny-ass candles.

  The shadows and light were just enough to drive me a little too close to insanity.

  I buckled it down.

  Not yet.

  Not time to let go just yet.

  She glanced down at me with wild, golden eyes and struggled out of her shirt and the shaper thingy. I watched, my mouth still sealed over her swollen pussy. I drank down everything she gave me. I didn’t mind going down on a girl. The control of it usually got me centered so I didn’t blow my wad in two seconds like some chump kid.

  This one was backfiring.

  My blood surged and my vision hazed as I held on against her bucking hips. She tasted fresh and salty with something…extra. Nope.

  Don’t think about that.

  Just a fuck.

  I didn’t need anything other than a fuck tonight. I was just messed up because of the day.

  Not that I’d even thought about what today was after Kelsey opened the door. She was the opposite of my ex in every way. Including here where she was so incredibly responsive. So very in the moment.

  Her fingers slid down to my hair and the sharp tug of pain dragged me out of my head.

  Not about my past right now.

  It was about her. And making her come her damn brains out so I could lose myself in her for a few short minutes before I had to get back to my responsibilities.

  “Dare,” she said on a half whimper.

  I leaned back and dragged her shorts off the rest of the way and opened her legs wide.

  She gasped and tried to move up on the limited real estate of the cushion, but this was where I wanted her. Just on the edge where I had complete access to her pussy. I dragged my beard along her ass to give her an extra tickle of sensation as I fucked her gently with my tongue and wrecked her with my fingers.

  The surprised cry that came out of her made me work harder. When her thighs clamped around my head, I kept going. There she was. She shook and arched up against my mouth.

  Wild.

  My little wild girl.

  I glanced up as she soaked my face. Her red hair had come half out of its bun and was twisted around her shoulders and head, the tips sticking to her breasts as she arched and screamed.

  Unable to hold back another second, I reached down to free my strangled cock, then flipped out my wallet and cursed when cards scattered. Where the fuck was my emergency condom?

  Fuck.

  There it was. Thank God.

  How long had it been in my damn wallet?

  On a hope and prayer, I sat back on my knees and rolled it down my shaft.

  She reached up for me, but I brushed her fingers away. “Nah, darlin’. I’ve been listening to you scream and watching you shake under my mouth too long.”

  Her chest and neck were flushed and her eyes glassy from a truly stupendous orgasm. That made it all worth it for me. Today, of all days, I wanted to make sure one woman was happy with my efforts.

  I dragged the head of my cock through her swollen folds.

  She hissed and rolled her hips so sweetly. In tune now, she was eager to get me inside her. And God, it felt good to have someone want me between their thighs. Want to touch me.

  I sunk into her slowly.

  She dragged in a deep breath and groaned. She pushed at my shirt and I flipped it off behind me. Her gaze went even wider. “God, you’re ripped.”

  I looked down at my chest. Between the shop and working on my house all the damn time, I had little time for the gym, but I was young and strong. At the shop, I did all the heavy work. Chasing after my son did the rest.

  She raked her nails down my abs with fascination. I grinned and licked my lips where her scent and flavor had settled deep in my beard. “Hang on, darlin’. As much as I appreciate the compliment, I need to fuck.”

  Her eyes widened as I slid forward and went balls deep inside her. “Fuck.” The word came out harsher than I intended, but she felt so damn good. And it had been so fucking long since I’d let myself take a moment just for myself.

  This kind of goddamn moment.

  I dropped on top of her, caging her in as I hooked her leg around my hips.

  She took the hint and wrapped herself around me. I braced myself on the hardwood floor and was very glad for the cushion beneath her because I couldn’t quite rein myself in.

  I slammed into her until my teeth rattled, until her back arched up, and her nails dug into my shoulders. I looked down at her to make sure I wasn’t being too rough, but she was right there with me.

  Fuck, yes.

  I felt the tremble in her thighs just as her little pants turned to groans. I was pretty sure they turned into screams, but I couldn’t be sure since my brain literally shut off as my orgasm reached up from my spine and crumpled me like my race car when it hit the wall.

  Everything went silent and white as I came before the world crashed back in and the tail end of her cries dented my consciousness.

  Damn.

  At some point, I’d crashed into her body and flattened her into the cushion. Her thighs gripped my hips, and her nails lightly trailed over my back. I brushed my lips over her neck before I rocked back onto my knees.

  She hissed out a breath as I slipped out of her.

  I reached between us to pinch off the condom. “Hold on, darlin’.”

  “Not sure if I’m…capable.”

  I huffed out a laugh and rolled upright. I wasn’t sure I was capable myself. I rolled off the condom and tied a knot. “Can I use your bathroom?”

  She waved me off. “Yeah. There’s a box in there with towels and bodywash if you want a quick shower.”

  “Actually, if you don’t mind?”

  “Nope. I’ll just lie here and recover.”

  I grabbed a napkin from the table and took care of the condom. Yeah, I needed that shower. Hot sex was messy and there was less of a chance my son would ask a zillion questions if I didn’t look like I’d just had a…workout.

  I hiked up my jeans—for fuck’s sake, I still had my damn boots on.

  Christ, we’d been really intense. I hadn’t experienced something like that in a good long while.

  After a quick check to make sure she was still semi-conscious—just barely—I stood and headed into the small bathroom. I pitched the napkin in the little garbage can under the sink and washed my hands. I still smelled like her. Not in a bad way.

  Hell, if I had more time, I would’ve gone for seconds.

  I dug around in her box and found a frilly bottle of orange goop. I flipped the top and there was her scent—blood orange. Huh.

  Guess that answered the citrus thing she had going on.

  My dick instantly jumped at the memory. Having my head between her legs and getting an overdose of that scent had been enough to sear it into my brain.

  Certainly not enough to get all Pavlovian about it though. Jesus.

  I spotted a box of condoms next to the washcloths.

  Hmm. Probably should have gone for one of her condoms instead of my ancient one.

 
; Good to know in case we decided to revisit… No.

  I wasn’t in the market for more than one hot evening. For all I knew, neither was she.

  I sighed at the naked shower stall. She hadn’t put up the shower curtain yet, so I had to take a few minutes to do that. I kicked off my boots, jeans, and boxers and tripped over the fucking box. Her bathroom was barely more than a closet.

  Once I’d done a quick cleanup, I got out and swore when I saw the time. Wes was going to be a cranky asshole if I was much longer. I had him on a strict schedule—for his benefit and mine. Mostly for him though. The kid had so much energy and if he didn’t get to sleep near a certain time, he got overtired and it was a long goddamn night.

  I was still damp as I dragged up my jeans. When I opened the door, I got a very nice view of Kelsey picking up the wreckage of our…whatever it was.

  She spun around wearing a threadbare baseball shirt with a unicorn across her chest. It skimmed her thighs and made her look about fourteen. “Oh, hi.” She cleared her throat.

  Great.

  I didn’t need to think about how young she was. She couldn’t be that young.

  Dear God, I hoped.

  I rubbed the back of my neck. “Nice shirt.”

  She glanced down and crossed her arms. “I like unicorns.”

  I leaned down and picked up a stack of papers. “Evidently. Stickers?” God, she wasn’t like nineteen or something, was she? Sage and Ally wouldn’t have been hanging out with someone that much younger than they were.

  At least I didn’t think so.

  She took them from me. “Planner stickers.”

  “With rainbow shit?”

  “Sometimes you need to put a little sparkle on a crappy day.”

  I took the pile of papers from her and set them on a box. “Kelsey? Tell me you’re over twenty-one.”

  “I’m well over twenty-one.”

  “Good.” I slid my hand around her back, groaning when her shirt rode up and I came into contact with her glorious ass. “I had fun. You?”

  She tipped her head up to meet my gaze. “That was one word for it. Hell of a christening this place got.”