The Christmas Sneak: Hope’s Turn Holidays

by Marie Harte

  “Fuck,” Deacon swore, closed his eyes and took a breath, then let it out and looked at her again. “Okay, you know I’ve been with other women. I’ve dated my share, and I always, and I mean always, wear a condom. My ex did a number on me, and I don’t ever plan to be used by a woman again.”

  She sighed. So much for casual sex. “Sorry, I—”

  “Wait, wait.” He gripped her tighter. “I just meant I’m clean. I even had a physical last month, and I’m as fit as a twenty-year old.”

  She just looked at him. “I thought you were thirty-nine.”

  His grin looked hungry. “Okay, so maybe as fit as a twenty-five-year-old. Point is, I take my health seriously. But I want inside you like you can’t believe.” His fingers eased on her hips and stroked her.

  She felt herself melting in his arms. The snowy night, a dark prince, sex in a hot tub. All parts of a fantasy she’d been dreaming about for far too long. Reality had no place here.

  “So you want to have sex with me.”

  “Yes, and you need to know I don’t consider myself being used here. You and I are going to share hours of pleasure, Nora.”

  She blinked. “Hours?”

  His naughty grin sent her pulse racing. “Oh yeah. But the first time is going to be fast. I’ve been dreaming about you for a long time. And you have me ready to go off. I have to see you. But hold on.” He shifted her and wriggled out of his underwear, tossing them next to her bikini top. Then he took the bottoms she handed him and set them aside.

  He lifted her up so that her breasts broke the water, her nipples stiff from the cold and an arousal she couldn’t hide.

  “So pretty.” He leaned forward to lick water off her nipples, and she sighed and clasped his head to her, consciously straddling his body and tucking the head of his shaft inside her. He stilled and pulled his mouth away, his eyes so dark they looked black. “Nora, are you sure?”

  “About my life? Not at all. About this? You and me?” She smiled, and her expression must have cemented the deal, because he dragged her down, filling her one inch at a time as his thick cock pushed through her flesh until they had joined as tightly as two people could be.

  “Yes,” she hissed and kissed him.

  He kissed her back, moaning into her mouth, and guided her to ride him.

  She moved, loving how full she felt, and nipped his lower lip when his large palms caressed her breasts.

  “That’s it, baby. Yeah,” he murmured and flicked her nipples. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

  The sex was all-consuming. Deacon not only had an amazing body, he took the time to make her feel pleasure. And the words. Yes, please, he used the words. Called her beautiful. Told her how much he wanted to fill her up. How he could think of no one but her all the time.

  He delivered the fantasy, along with an orgasm that crashed into her the moment he put a thick finger between her legs to rub her with a finesse she hadn’t known a man could have.

  She cried out and slammed harder onto him, and he lost it.

  He held her down, groaning her name as he came. Water sloshed everywhere as Deacon hugged her to him, his face pressed against her shoulder while he jetted into her with that rock-hard body.

  She stroked his shoulders, his nape, and toyed with the wet strands of hair against his neck.

  When he finally ceased, he relaxed his hold around her middle and sat them both back, deeper into the water. He blinked at her, and she didn’t know what to think.

  He didn’t make a joke or smile. Instead, he cupped her cheek and drew her close for a kiss that promised tenderness and affection.

  When he pulled away, the smile he gave her was both happy and what looked almost loving. “That was out of this world.”

  She nodded, not able to speak past the lump in her throat. A ball of emotion had no place between them considering her warnings about keeping things casual. What the hell had just happened?

  “I’m sorry.”

  She gaped. “Sorry? For what?”

  “For going too fast.” He sighed and dragged those magic hands up her body to cup her breasts. “When we’re done in here, I have some work to do in the bedroom.”

  “Huh?”

  The familiar grin she knew and used to loathe appeared. “Oh ho, so I’ve finally made you speechless. Good to know an orgasm will do that.”

  “Oh stop.” She blushed and realized her remained inside her, still thick and solid. “You’re still hard?”

  “I’m always hard around you,” he admitted. “Just give it a little bit. It’ll go down, I promise.”

  She snorted. “Not exactly what a girl likes to hear.” To her surprise, she wanted him again. “So you’re saying you can do better when dry and in a bed?”

  “The key points being me dry and in a bed. You, sweetheart, need to stay nice and wet.” He caressed her breasts, which had her squirming on his lap. “Unless you want to get me there sooner.” He sighed. “Nora, you have the nicest tits.”

  “Nice language.”

  He chuckled and slipped out of her. “Oh, damn.”

  She paused. “We had sex in the family hot tub. I’m going to hell for sure.”

  He laughed harder. “Don’t worry. With the chemicals cleaning contaminates and the temperature, my little swimmers will die off soon enough.” He pulled her close to nuzzle her neck and said into her ear, “But think about what I left inside of you. It’s turning me on, baby. Coming in you. Just let me know when you’re ready for round two.”

  She shivered, still in lust with the aggravatingly sexy man. “I’m always good to go. It’s you manly types who need time to recover.”

  He stretched, and she couldn’t help glancing at all those muscles expanding and contracting.

  “You know, I’m getting cheated. I haven’t seen you naked yet.”

  He grinned and pulled her up against him, hugging her to his warm body.

  Nora felt the closeness deep inside and sighed, enjoying this short reprieve from loneliness.

  “Trust me. You’ll faint at the sight of my huge—”

  “Deacon.”

  “Legs. Huge thighs, I was going for.” He snickered. “What did you think I was going to say?” He kissed her. “I can’t believe you, the same woman who took off her top and straddled me, is embarrassed by some frank talk.”

  “I’m not embarrassed.”

  “No?” His frown of concentration turned to a large grin. “Oh, I see. Not embarrassed. Turned on by some dirty talk, are we?”

  “Maybe,” she admitted.

  “Fuck. Me too.” He squeezed her shoulder. “We have a lot more in common than I thought.” Before she could say anything, he interrupted with, “I know, I know. This is just casual. It’s just sex. But Nora, we can have fun with it. I swear I won’t ruin things the way I always seem to with you.”

  “You mean by disappearing without a word?”

  He groaned. “I made a mistake. I admit it. I was wrong. You were right.”

  “You were scared.” She felt cocky and entitled to the feeling, all things considered.

  “Maybe.”

  “Maybe?”

  “Fine. I was scared,” he muttered. “But you’re intimidating.”

  She laughed. “I’m a good hundred pounds less than you and nearly a foot shorter. How scary can I be?”

  He shuddered. “Scarier than Krampus. Trust me on that.”

  They sat in the hot tub for a while longer, eventually parting to get the jets on their bodies, relieving any aches.

  Every time they made eye contact, Deacon smiled at her. And Nora smiled back, wondering if the sex had changed everything, or if the physical pleasure had muted her feelings of isolation and allowed her to be at ease.

  “Deacon? I’m glad you came.”

  He paused then said with all seriousness, “I am too.”

  Nora couldn’t tell if he’d caught the double-entendre or meant he was happy to be with her up here in the mountains.

  But she d
idn’t want to know, so she didn’t ask. Because it didn’t matter. What they had was merely sexual.

  * * *

  Deacon dried off and joined Nora in her bedroom, stoking up the fire in the room while she towel-dried the wet parts of her hair. She’d let the bun out, and her long brown hair feathered over her shoulders and breasts, framing a face he’d committed to memory.

  The sex had killed any rebellious brain cells surviving his orgasm. He had to have her again, to prove he could drive her wild, so that the stubborn woman would rethink her plan to keep their relationship casual.

  Granted, he didn’t want marriage and babies tomorrow. But his fear of commitment, when around Nora, shifted into something else. A longing for togetherness, to hold her hand and watch her smile. Yes, the sex was fucking amazing. But feeling her pleasure had showed him how much her joy mattered, more so than his own.

  How long had it been since he’d been so sincere in wanting the best for someone else? Had he been so wrapped in self-pity and loathing for connivers that he’d put every woman he dated in the role of villain from the get-go?

  “You okay?” Nora stared at him, her gaze bringing him easily back to a state of pleasurable arousal.

  “Oh, yeah.” He grinned, loving the way her eyes widened as he thickened under her stare. “Nora, my eyes are up here,” he teased.

  She flushed. “I can’t help it. You’re huge.”

  “Yes, I am.” He smothered the smirk that threatened.

  She rolled her eyes but laughed. “Okay, you’re hung like a dinosaur, you’re that big.”

  “Well, if you say so.” He walked towards her. “You sure you’re okay with me coming inside you? Because I plan on doing that a lot tonight.”

  She nodded and let him tug her to him. “I liked it. A lot. I know my body, and it’s not the right time to get pregnant.” The word seemed to hover between them. “But you never know when something might happen.”

  She watched him. He watched her back. “I like kids.”

  “So do I,” she said slowly. “I kind of want my own.”

  “Me too.” He kissed her, because he had to. “I want to get married—to the right woman—and have a bunch.”

  She nodded and kissed him back, and his hands seemed to move of their own volition and slid beneath her robe to mold her plump breasts. “I want a lot of kids.”

  The kid talk should have scared him straight the hell out of there. Instead, it made him harder. Need swamped him, the desire to fill Nora again making it impossible to resist her. “Hmm.” He lifted her in his arms, shocking a gasp out of her. “Let’s get you naked and on the bed.”

  She nodded, watching him with wide eyes.

  The dark brown of her irises sucked him in, pulling at him to sate her desire—for him. “Fuck, Nora. I need you.” He meant every word, and in more ways than one.

  As he set her on the bed and stripped off her robe, he saw a beautiful, naked woman looking up at him with a vulnerability she wouldn’t like to know she’d shared. A need to protect her had him taking more care, tempering his fierce desire.

  He crawled over her body, kissing her shoulders, her chest, her neck. He kept his weight on his elbows while he brushed against her soft body with his harder one. She felt amazing against his sensitive skin, her femininity a drug addicting him kiss by kiss.

  Deacon kissed her soft lips, sliding his tongue inside her and tasting the passion he craved.

  She wound her arms around his neck and tugged him closer, darting her tongue against his while she slid her thighs on either side of his hips, putting herself in very close contact with that part of him that refused to go down.

  He needed to pull back before he slid inside her and kept on pumping until they both came, so he reluctantly broke from the kiss.

  “We need to slow down,” he rasped and kissed his way to her breasts. The berry-red nipples begged for his teeth, and knowing how much his touch turned her on had him focusing there for some time.

  “Deacon, fuck me,” she whispered, pulling at his shoulders. “In me. Come on.”

  “Not yet.” He cupped her breasts and sucked harder, making her arch up into him. Then he moved down her body, kissing his way to her warm, wet center.

  “Deacon, oh God.”

  He kissed her clit and slid a finger inside her, thrilled to find evidence of her passion. “Baby, you’re so wet. So sweet.” He licked her while fucking her with his finger, and when she cried out and came, he continued to pull at her tender flesh.

  She ground against his mouth. “Again.”

  He smiled and kissed her inner thighs, loving how Nora owned her sexuality. He wanted the dynamo even more.

  “This time it’s my turn.” Nora moved out from under him, her dark eyes shining, her body quivering with spent pleasure. “On your back, big guy. And scoot down.” She tossed the pillows to the side.

  He did as she asked. Then he watched her crawl up his body and kneel on either side of his neck. He anticipated her taste and gripped her thighs. “Oh yeah.”

  “I want to feel your tongue inside me. I want to feel those teeth on my clit.”

  He gripped his throbbing erection, knowing he was close. The sensual promise in her eyes snared him. “Yes.” He let her kneel over him and gave her what she wanted, her cries for more egging him on.

  He moaned, loving everything about this moment.

  Then the blasted woman stopped him.

  “You didn’t come yet,” he complained, out of breath, and wiped his lips with his hand, loving her body.

  “Not without you,” she said coyly and turned around.

  Deacon’s entire body tensed. “Nora, honey, I’m really close.”

  “And I’m a good girl who knows how to swallow. So get crackin’.” She laughed and leaned forward.

  The hot breath on his cock had him getting as close to her as he could. He kissed and licked her, and she ground her pussy against his mouth, even harder when he thrust a thick finger inside her, giving her what she needed. He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked her into an orgasm that quickly set off his own.

  As Nora climaxed, she tightened her mouth over him and bobbed faster, her hands cupping his tight balls. Deacon lost his mind. He gave her one last kiss and pushed her up off him, but Nora didn’t stop sucking. He exploded into her mouth, completely done in.

  She moved her lower body to kneel next to him while she continued to swallow him down.

  When he finally stopped, barely able to function, she kissed her way up his body and joined him in bed, laying her head on his shoulder.

  “Jesus, Nora.” Deacon blinked up at the ceiling, dizzy.

  She chuckled. “Wow, Deacon. Pent up, were we? I think I nearly drowned.”

  He flushed. “Stop.”

  She laughed harder and snuggled into him.

  He sighed, feeling the rightness of it all, wishing he could go to bed every night like this, with Nora by his side, done in after sharing their bodies and minds.

  And he fell asleep, dreaming of a future that put a smile on his face.

  Chapter 11

  Nora woke the next morning confused. At first.

  She lay on her side, cuddled against an inferno. A thick arm had wrapped around her middle, a hand on the flat of her stomach, keeping her glued to the fiery body plastered against her back.

  Deacon. Flashman. She’d had sex with the quarterback, and he’d nailed every play. Good Lord.

  She felt her cheeks heat.

  “Nora?” came the husky question.

  “Hmm?”

  “Yeah.” He sighed into the crook of her neck, edged his thigh between her legs to spread her for him, and pushed into her.

  The morning quickie brought her to a surprising orgasm in no time, followed by Deacon’s hoarse moan as he emptied inside her.

  Considering what a stickler she’d always been for safe sex, that she’d had unprotected sex with Deacon all night long and now this morning should have panicked her. Instead,
she felt better than good. She felt amazing.

  She stretched and reached for the towel they’d been using to keep the sheets from getting messy.

  After using it, she left the bed to shower. When he made a move to enter behind her, she stopped him at the door. “Nope. You need to wait. The other bathroom is down the hall if you need it.”

  He looked down at her with an imposing glare then stomped away without a word.

  Victorious in her need for morning autonomy, she took a quick shower, getting clean, and refused to worry that she wasn’t worrying. Normal Nora would rethink her decisions and question herself to death. Fantasy/Christmas Nora loved everything about her time at the cabin. Period.

  After drying off, she dressed in her least tight shirt, foregoing a bra because it was her week of vacation after all, and ignored tight jeans in favor of the lounge pants she’d been wearing the previous day.

  A sexy, naked Deacon passed by her in the hallway with a grunt and shut himself in the bathroom. She heard the shower go on and grinned. So, Deacon was officially not a morning person.

  Good to know.

  No, not good to know. She sighed. This is why I never should have had sex with Deacon. Because now I’m acting like there will be a tomorrow with the guy, and we just had sex.

  That’s it.

  Sex. Amazing, unforgettable, best-sex-of-my-entire-life sex. Hell, we even had glorious quickie morning sex that gave me a jaw-dropping orgasm. Don’t overthink. Remember, this is your Christmas present to yourself. Indulge and enjoy.

  She started a pot of coffee then decided to fry up some bacon and eggs, making enough for Deacon before he headed back down the mountain.

  At the thought, her happy mood fizzled.

  Deacon joined her, wearing the jeans and sweater he’d worn yesterday. He studied her carefully. “Good morning.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” She waved the spatula around. “You want eggs or what?”

  His wariness faded, replaced by amusement. “So, maybe I’m not the only non-morning person around.”

  “I like my mornings with coffee. Usually.” She nodded to the snow outside. “I guess you’ll be heading back.” She whipped her head back to the window, what she was seeing finally registering. “Or not.”