Santa's Cookies (Mistletoe Montana Book 1)

by L. Nicole

  After exploring her sweet mouth for a few moments, I scoop her up and carry her up the stairs. Standing under the threshold of the door, I kiss her deeply, just as the mounted mistletoe demands and then carry her in, locking the door, before depositing her on the bed.

  She looks up at me, her eyes wide, a twinge of unexpected innocence greeting me. I smile as I begin to shed my clothes as quickly as possible. Her gaze is white-hot as she watches me. When I slide my boxers over my thighs and let them fall to the floor, she gasps when I stand back up, my hard cock is on full display, throbbing hotly in front of her and swaying out towards her.

  Gently, she reaches out, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. I groan with pleasure and pain, my cock twitching in her palm as she slides up and down, taking my breath away. I pull away and move so that I’m standing right in front of her, not wanting even a little space between us. I reach for the hem of her blouse, pulling it over her head.

  Her breasts heave in her black lacy bra and I can’t take my eyes off the curve of them. I reach down for the button on her jeans, unfastening it, before slowly pulling her zipper down. I look into her eyes before continuing, searching for permission to go further.

  As if I need it.

  She’s quivering before me, biting her lip and watching my every move.

  I want to please, kiss, taste, and lick her, but now that she’s in front of me, half-naked, her lips parted with a welcoming smile, my eyes want to drink her in first.

  I pull away and she blinks in surprise.

  “Don’t move,” I command.

  She obeys beautifully, patiently waiting as I let my eyes crawl over her delicious skin, inch by inch, curves sliding into other curves. I reach out, sinking my fingers into her golden hair, tangling in the silkiness and pulling back slightly. Her head tilts back, her mouth falls open and I capture her lips in mine, possessing and devouring her. She moans and I capture the sound, unable to break the kiss, even to drag air into my lungs. Krissy’s back arches with the force of my hold, her gorgeous, full tits pressing into my chest.

  The feel of her skin against mine sends me over the edge and I can’t wait any longer. She lifts from the bed to help as I push her jeans over her hips, and down her beautiful legs. I slide to my knees in front of her, drinking in the vision of her pale, creamy thighs.

  She is perfection.

  My mouth finds the tender flesh, kissing, licking, tasting, loving her quivering skin, relishing in the smoothness of my tongue sliding up towards her sex, the heady perfume of her desire calling to me like a siren.

  I force myself to take my time. Slowing down to a crawl, my fingers, my mouth, my breath slide against her softness until my hardness is throbbing so painfully between my own legs that I think I might explode before I’ve even gotten inside of her.

  Tasting her is my first priority, though.

  I lift her legs to my shoulders. She falls back, her fingers clenching the sheets as I inhale her sweet scent and let my lips brush against those of her pussy. I hear Krissy gasp, her fingers sliding into my hair as she guides me forward. My tongue darts out, seeking her soft center. I can feel her thighs trembling against my neck as I dive in, relishing in her sweet nectar.

  Her moans echo in the room and I go as slow as I can, teasing her, giving her little bits of what she wants and then pulling back before starting over, my tongue twirling over her clit, my teeth capturing it, nibbling and then letting go and descending back to planting feathery kisses on her thighs and then diving back in again until she’s whimpering and melting back onto the bed.

  Her hands pull my head in when she’s had enough, holding me close as I suck on her clit. I watch her closely, until I know I’ve found the sweet spot. She shudders as I give her everything I can and I watch with profound pride as she crashes over the edge, her body tensing up, her head thrown back on the pillows, her golden hair shimmering in the dim light.

  She’s the most angelic thing I’ve ever seen in my life and a certainty comes over me that I’ve never felt before. It should scare the fuck out of me, but it doesn’t. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m going to do whatever it takes to make Krissy mine.

  I’m on fire watching her clutch the sheets and squirm on the bed. I move with one last kiss on her clit, sucking on it in goodbye. Then, I move to the bed, hovering over her, my hardness throbbing and twitching, feeling as if I’m about to explode. I grab her hand and guide it to me. Then, once her fingers have encircled my throbbing shaft as much as she can, I put my hand over hers. Together, we stroke my aching cock and then guide me to her entrance. Need and hunger are thundering through me, my heart slamming hard against my chest, and my breathing ragged as if I’ve run a marathon. Our gazes lock as I push just the tip of my cock inside her sweet haven.

  “Krissy,” I growl her name, a warning, a promise and a declaration all at the same time—but I think she understands.

  “Maddox,” she whimpers as I push forward, the need to sink into her overwhelming me. She’s so damn tight, she nearly squeezes my cock in two. When I find her resistance, my eyes widen. She whimpers and I know I’m causing her pain and I hate it.

  “Krissy?” I question her, bewildered. Could it be true? My Krissy… So beautiful. So perfect. I didn’t expect this. I’m the first man she ever welcomed into her body. I make myself a promise that I will do everything I can to make sure she never regrets it and that I will be her last man.

  I won’t take her gift to me lightly.

  She nods her response, her eyes glistening with tears. Emotion overwhelms me as I stare down at her.

  “Oh, Krissy,” I moan, leaning down and kissing her deeply before pulling back and looking into her eyes. “Are you sure, baby?”

  She nods up at me, her lips swollen, her eyes full of hungry desire.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

  She lifts her chin and smiles brazenly at me, lifting her hips in a silent invitation that makes my cock push insistently against her innocence. Now, it’s me who trembles, my hunger for her completely out of control.

  “Oh, baby,” I growl, capturing her mouth in mine as I press forward, my tongue delving deep as my hips slowly press forward. Her thighs widen, beckoning me deeper and she whimpers as I push harder, breaking through her innocence and sliding deep inside her warm center.

  Her thighs wrap around my hips as I rock into her, moving slowly and purposefully, until I’m completely buried inside of her.

  Moonlight pours through the window, bathing her skin in a golden light and my heart almost hurts at how beautiful she is as she smiles up at me.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she nods, biting her lip. “Don’t be gentle,” she whispers. “Take me, Maddox. Make me yours.”

  Something breaks inside of me at her words and a savage wave of desire barrels over me. My cock throbs inside her as my hips begin to move instinctually, purposefully, driving us both toward our climax.

  I’m sliding in and out of her as she gasps, her eyes widening as I stare down at her, my hunger for her fierce and uncontrollable.

  “Krissy,” I growl, the word ripping from my throat, unable to explain how much I need her, how good this is.

  “Please, Maddox,” she cries. I reach up and grab her hair again, pulling back as my mouth descends to her neck. I bite gently and suck hard as my hips rock into her again and again. I’m more animal than man, slamming into her over and over, holding her roughly as the need to fill her with my cum overrides anything else.

  “Yes,” she hisses in my ear, her thighs clamping around me as I slam into her again. “More, please…”

  The sound of her begging me is almost too much. I struggle to hold back, wanting to make sure she comes first. I want her pleasure above mine. I take a deep breath and give her exactly what she asks for, my cock slamming into her deeply with every hard thrust. Her body absorbs the impact with ease. It’s as if we were made for one another and a feeling of rightness overtakes me
.

  Pleasure washes over Krissy’s face and the beauty of it—of her, fills me with pride.

  Over and over, I give her everything I have until she’s spasming around me, milking my shaft with her white-hot heat. The fact that I’m the first person to put that look on her face sends me crashing over the edge and I quickly pull out and explode on her stomach, my seed spilling over her creamy skin.

  I blink, looking down at her watching me and I know I’ve achieved my mission.

  “You’re mine, baby,” I say, taking the head of my cock and smearing my thick, white cum all over her skin. She bites down on her lip, her finger moving to her stomach to gather some of the cum on her finger, before bringing it back to her mouth. She licks and sucks it into her mouth, tempting me. My cock, which should be worn out and limp, begins to rage to life all over again.

  “I am yours, Maddox. All yours,” she whispers, and I’ve never heard sweeter words.

  KRISSY

  THE SNOW IS FINALLY MELTING, and the plows will come through soon.

  Maddox is still here, but I can’t help but be worried he’ll leave soon. We’ve been spending a lot of time together between me working like crazy to get ready for the charity event and him being on the phone for hours every day.

  I’ve grown fond of his frequent visits to the kitchen, lingering near the fridge and asking questions about running the B&B. He’s got quite a curious nature and his constant questioning doesn’t bother me at all, because I can tell he’s genuinely interested.

  The fact that he’s the sexiest, dreamiest man I’ve ever seen makes it that much better.

  My body tingles all day, every day now and I’m beginning to get quite addicted to it. I feel sexy and desired, and I know for a fact that if we both weren’t so busy, we’d have spent the entirety of the last two days in bed. Instead, we sneak away at every opportunity.

  Right now, I’m furiously baking to get ready for the charity event tomorrow. They ordered fifteen dozen cookies — all different types, which means I have to prepare the dough for that many recipes. My kitchen looks like a tornado went through it at this point, but it’s the last thing on my mind.

  All I seem to have room for in my brain is cookies and sex and the cookies are an annoying intrusion. I’ve decided that if I can’t be having sex with Maddox, then I at least want to be thinking about it.

  That’s why Carol’s phone calls to check in have become something I don’t have the patience for today.

  “What’s wrong with you?” she asks, bluntly. It’s impossible to keep anything from her. “You’ve been on cloud nine the last few days and now you sound sad. Is there trouble in paradise with your sexy CEO?”

  “Quite the opposite,” I confess. “Everything’s amazing. He’s amazing. The sex is incredible. Like seriously… Holy cow, Carol.”

  “Stop! You’re going to make me jealous, and you still haven’t sent me a photo of him,” she laughs.

  “The only time I think about it is when he’s naked,” I giggle.

  “I don’t think I want to see that much of him,” she jokes. “So, if everything is so great, then what’s the problem?”

  “The snow is melting,” I whisper, hearing the fear in my own voice.

  “That means you shouldn’t have any trouble getting off the mountain tomorrow to make it to the event.”

  “I know, but it also means that Maddox won’t be stuck here with me anymore. He’ll be leaving, and as long as I’m being honest, so will a little piece of my heart.”

  I’m totally lying. It’s not a little piece of my heart leaving with Maddox…it’s a huge piece.

  “Oh, Krissy, are you falling for him?”

  “I think so. How could I not? He’s perfect.”

  “You weren’t saying that a few days ago when he crashed into our greenhouse and destroyed your precious flowers.”

  “Well, that’s true,” I agree. “But it’s not like he meant to do it, Carol. Plus, he spent hours out there trying to salvage what he could, and he already had a huge amount of money deposited into our account to replace them. It’ll take some time, but at least it’s something. I’m not upset. I’m glad he didn’t kill himself—or the deer.”

  “Wow,” she says. “Well, if you’re falling for him, you better tell him.”

  “We just met. It seems way too soon.”

  “You’ll regret it if you let him leave without saying something, Krissy. Don’t do that to yourself.”

  I sigh, my heart heavy, as I hear footsteps.

  “I gotta go, Carol,” I say into the phone.

  “Krissy, you better do it.”

  “I hear you,” I answer, as I hang up the phone. I turn to the door to see Maddox walking in. His face is aglow with happiness as he pulls me into his arms and brushes his lips against mine.

  “It’s a Christmas miracle!” he says, as he pulls away.

  “What is?”

  “I just got off the phone with a rental car agency. They had a cancellation and they’ll be able to come up here and get me.”

  “Oh,” I reply, my voice lifting an octave in fake cheer. “That’s great.”

  “Yeah, but it’s not till the day after tomorrow. So,” he says, kissing me again, his eyes twinkling, “I’ll be able to spend Christmas with you.”

  “Oh, wow,” I say, my spirits lifting a little. “Fabulous.”

  It’s a bittersweet gift, but I’ll take it.

  Nobody ever said Santa was perfect.

  MADDOX

  I’VE NEVER SEEN a faker smile in my life. The fact that her voice went up two octaves also tells me something is wrong. Even without that, the fact that she pulls away and grabbing her whisk and bowl, just to shove them between the two of us so I can’t touch her, tells me everything I need to know.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” she replies, refusing to look me in the eye as she whisks her dough as if her life depended on it.

  “I thought you’d be glad we can spend Christmas together,” I mutter, completely confused.

  “I am!” she insists.

  I nod and take a deep breath. I’ve been alone all my life and interpreting the mysterious code of unhappy women isn’t one of my greatest skills.

  “Krissy,” I say, grabbing the bowl and setting it on the counter, amongst platters of colorfully decorated cookies. I pull her into my arms. “What’s going on?” I demand.

  Bluntness is one of my greatest skills, so I decide to use that to deal with this situation. Krissy has quickly become very important to me and I’m not about to let some misunderstanding blow up between us if I can help it.

  She hesitates but sees the determination in my eyes and finally opens up.

  “I am happy about Christmas. Very much so,” she pauses, biting her lip. God, every time she does that, my cock swells with desire for her, but I ignore it. This isn’t the time.

  “But?” I nudge, needing to hear what’s wrong so I can fix it. I don’t want her worrying over anything.

  “The snow is melting,” she says, finally, exasperation in her voice.

  “Yeah, I thought that was a good thing, though.” I’m beginning to think I’m even worse at this decoding thing than I thought.

  “It is,” she says, pushing herself out of my arms and walking over to the window, staring out at the snow. I’m so confused. Who loves the damned snow that much? I shudder at the memory of driving through the hellish blizzard in that stupid clown car, the snow blanketing everything in sight. I was almost giddy when I saw it finally dripping off the branches outside my window this morning.

  “Krissy, I’m sorry, but you’ve got to be a little cleare here, babe.”

  She turns to me and I’m surprised to see tears in her eyes.

  “When the snow melts, you’ll leave!” She takes a deep breath and continues. “And when you leave, I’ll miss you. And you’re practically giddy at the fact that you can leave! And that’s fine, I get it. We barely know each other. You have to go back to
your life. It’s just that…” Her voice trails off, and my heart swells at her words.

  “It’s just what, babe?” I whisper. I long to pull her into my arms, but it’s obvious she needs her space. I look down at her hands and see that she’s trembling.

  “I know it’s too soon, that it doesn’t make sense,” she says, staring into my eyes. “But I don’t want you to go. I’ve come to care about you, Maddox. I think I might love you.” She bites her lip again and pauses and my heart flips over inside my chest and I swear to God it feels like wild horses run through my stomach.

  After a moment of collecting my thoughts, I take a few steps toward her, my gaze locked on her beautiful green eyes. I want her to hear me clearly, without any doubt of my intention.

  “Krissy, my entire life has been devoted to my business. I live for it. Hell, I breathe it. There’s never been time for anything else.”

  “I know, that’s what I’m saying!”

  “No, listen,” I shake my head, before continuing. “I never had time for love. And I was okay with that. Because I love my business. But now that I’ve met you, I realize that I always thought it was because I was too busy. But that’s not true. I never had time for love because I never knew anyone that made me want to make time for it. Until now…”

  Her eyes light up, and she looks at me almost as if she’s afraid to smile.

  “Maddox?”

  “Now that I’ve met you, I know I can’t go back to the way my life was before, Krissy. I’ll make all the time in the world for us. I think I love you, too, babe.” Her eyes light up and the smile that blooms on her face grabs my heart. I shake my head. “No, that’s wrong,” I tell her shaking her head.

  “It is?” she asks, looking crestfallen—which wasn’t my intention. I’m making a mess of this.

  “I don’t think that I love you, Krissy. I know I fucking love you, baby. You’re it for me.”

  Her smile widens and she takes a deep breath. “Then why are you leaving me?”