Furever Yours (6 page)

            "No.
” His grin widened. “I’m just blessed with good
genes.”

            "No
kidding,
” she murmured. Gently, she
splayed her palms against his lower abs, right where his torso met his hips,
and glided them upward. Ridges and curves of muscle rippled beneath her palms
as she went, up, up, up, and his eyes darkened when she scraped against his
nipples. His hips shifted beneath her, pressing his arousal more firmly between
her legs, and she sucked in another sharp breath.

            "Grind.
” He slid his hands beneath her leggings and the
waistband of her underwear to cup her cheeks. “I want to feel your ass moving
against my hands.”

            Those
erotically charged words sent a bolt of need through her. Bracing her hands
against the back of the couch, she began to slowly rock her hips, back and
forth, back and forth, rubbing herself against the bulge straining against his
zipper. His eyes grew darker, and his hands tightened on her ass, urging her
faster.

            "God
yes,
” he growled as her breasts
brushed against his face. He took her right nipple into his mouth, and she
whimpered, the need between her legs building sharply. He was consuming her
already, branding her with his mouth on her breast and his hands on her ass,
and he wasn’t even inside her yet.

            "Faster,
” he urged, rocking his hips beneath her. “I
want to watch you come.”

            The
dam broke, and she cried out as pleasure rushed through her, leaving her
breathless. His eyes flashed, his lips curving in a fierce grin of
satisfaction, and his fingers dug into her ass so hard she knew it would leave
marks. But she didn
’t
care—she was still stunned by the fact that she’d come as well as she had
even though he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.

            Her
muscles relaxed, she laid her head against his chest, but he didn
’t give her a reprieve. Instead, he tucked her
legs more firmly around his hips and then lifted her to walk across the living
room. He opened the bedroom door and flipped the light switch on, and then he
laid her out atop the comforter of the queen-sized mattress.

            "You're
so wet already,
” he
growled, rubbing his hand between her legs. She whimpered each time his fingers
brushed against her sweet spot. “But not wet enough.”

            Her
eyes flew open.
“Feels
pretty wet to me down there,” she said as he began tugging off her panties. Wet
and throbbing, the fact of the matter was that she’d never been more aroused in
her life.

            He
chuckled.
“Yes, but you need to be
ready for me.”

            She
opened her mouth to ask what he meant by that, and then all the air left her
lungs as he slid his pants and boxers down, revealing the biggest cock she
’d ever seen in her life. “Holy shit,” she
whispered, reaching for him. As her fingers wrapped around his velvet-steel
length, she swallowed hard—it had to be eight inches long, at least.

            Her
fingers tightened instinctively around his
him,
drawing a groan from him. Startled, she flicked her eyes up to see his face
tighten and his silver eyes flare bright with desire. Her lips curved, some of
the awe and nerves from her initial shock fading away at his reaction. Sure,
maybe he was big, but he was still as human as she, as evidenced by his
response.

            Slowly,
she began massaging his cock, sliding her fist up and down his silky length.
His eyes gleamed hot from above, and the sight of him looming over her, standing
at the edge of the bed in all his naked glory, stole her breath. He was truly,
truly magnificent.

            Wanting
to feel him, she sat up straight and scooted to the edge of the bed until the
insides of her thighs brushed against his muscular legs. Leaning in, she
dragged her tongue from below his navel up to the top of his abs, tasting sweat
and musk.
His taut muscles jumped
beneath her tongue, and his cock flexed in her hand.

            "Woman,
” he growled, his voice darker than she’d ever
heard it. “You're killing me.”

            She
looked up at him, eyes sparkling with laughter.
“Yeah,
well I have to make sure you're ready for me, too.”

            He
chuckled then gently pushed her back down onto the bed and crawled on top of
her.
“You're so bad,” he murmured
against her lips before kissing her again. As his tongue slid inside her mouth,
he nudged her panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside of her.

            "Oooh,
” she moaned, the sound muffled by his tongue.
He broke the kiss, and her next cry split the air as he pressed his fingers
against her g-spot, sending ripples of sensation through her. “God, yes,” she
groaned, lifting her hips so that his fingers slid against that spot again.

            "You
like that?
” He pulled his fingers
back until only the tips were inside her.

            "Yes.
” She reached for his hand so she could push him
back into her again, but he took it and pinned it high above her head.
“Please,” she begged, squirming beneath him.

            "Please
, what?” His lips hovered above her, his warm
breath tickling her cheek. “I want to hear you say it.”

            A
hot blush scalded her cheeks.
“Please...”
she gasped as his fingers slipped through her folds, coating her with her own
wetness. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

            "Yes,
” he growled in agreement, tugging her panties
off. Anticipation rushed through her as he lifted her legs, hooking her ankles
over his shoulders, but he didn’t enter her right away. Instead, he slid his
cock over her folds, pressing its pink head against her clit as he coated
himself with her wetness. She whimpered, wanting to reach for his cock, but the
angle of her legs made it hard to do more than brush her fingers against the
tip.

            "Yeah,
” he breathed, his eyelids sliding to half-mast.
“Do that again.”

           
And so she did, brushing her fingers along the
base of his shaft and over its pink mushroom tip. His cock twitched beneath her
fingers, and he slid himself against her, once, twice, three times, and then
finally, finally, slid himself inside.

            They
both groaned at the same time
, sheer
relief mingled with pleasure. Dawson moved deeper, taking Jade’s breath away
momentarily as he stretched her inner walls. She was so full, his cock molded
tight against her as if he’d been made for her.

            "Damn,
” he groaned, his entire body going still. “You
feel amazing.”

            He
began moving inside
of her
then, pulling out slowly and then ramming back in hard, over and over again.
The shock of pleasure, followed by the slow, burning pull, drove her wild, and
she tossed her head and cried out, tightening the grip of her legs on his
shoulders.

            "Faster,
” she begged. “Please!”

            He
held out a little bit longer, but eventually momentum caught up with them both.
Soon he was slamming into her, his strokes quickening until they were bare
seconds apart. His hips slapped against the undersides of her legs, loud cracks
of flesh against flesh that punctuated each thrust. Sweat gleamed on his
forehead and his chest, drawing down into a tiny river that slid down between
the rows of his abdominal muscles. The heat from their bodies and the
lovemaking scalded her as well, and she had no doubt her own skin gleamed with
a sheen of sweat.

            He
leaned forward then, pressing her knees up against her chest, and the sudden
pressure against her clit was too much. She came apart, pleasure racing through
her veins, the sound of her cries echoing dimly in the air. And just at the
tail end of her orgasm, she heard him groan and felt a hot rush of warmth
inside her as he came.

The
next morning, Jade shuffled out of her bedroom and into her grandparents'
living room, roused by the scent of coffee. Her grandmother was in the kitchen,
fixing breakfast, and her grandfather was on the couch, reading the morning
paper, not quite fully dressed yet. The barest hint of dawn touched the sky
outside the window above the kitchen sink, telling her that it was still fairly
early in the morning.

            "Good
morning.
” Abuelito lowered his paper
and looked at her over the rims of his glasses. “I was worried that I wouldn’t
see you this morning.”

            A
blush crept over Jade
’s
cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she said, fighting the urge to squirm beneath her
grandfather’s dark gaze. She’d come in at four in the morning last night, after
Dawson had woken her up for another round of sex and she’d realized that her
grandparents were going to ask questions if she wasn’t there for breakfast. “I
was enjoying myself with a few travelers I’d met and lost track of time.”

            "Hmm.
” Her grandfather returned his gaze to the
paper. She wasn’t entirely sure whether he believed her, but she knew an out
when she saw one, and made a beeline for the coffee pot sitting on the counter.

            "There
’s cream in the fridge,” her Abuelita said, not
looking up from the griddle on the stove—she was frying pancakes. Clearly
she didn’t want to get involved with the discussion. “Do you want eggs?”

            "No,
thank you.
” Smiling, Jade squeezed
her grandmother’s shoulder, then fixed her cup of coffee and went to join her
grandfather on the couch.

            She
spent the rest of the day with her grandparents, alternating between hanging
out in the living room with her grandmother
,
hand-making Christmas presents for the staff in order to save money, and
walking around the grounds and lodge with her grandfather, listening to him
tell stories while MacGuyver-ing various things around the cabins and the lodge
that he ordinarily would have paid someone to fix. Despite her worry about the
finances, Jade enjoyed the time, with her grandfather especially since she was
able to catch up with the friends and family who worked around the resort. But,
she couldn’t stop thinking about Dawson. She’d agreed to meet him at the
restaurant at eight o'clock when the festivities were scheduled to turn to
karaoke and dancing, and she couldn’t wait to see him again.

            When
the time finally came, she rushed through dinner with her grandparents,
practically giddy with excitement. Her grandparents had given her odd looks as
she
’d skipped from the table and
into her bedroom, but they hadn’t commented—the patience of the elderly
was legendary and they were clearly willing to wait until she spilled the
beans, no matter how curious they were. Although, since her grandparents did
own the lodge, it was entirely possible that one of the staff had already told
them about her and Dawson. A blush slid up her cheeks at the very idea, but she
refused to give in. She would tell them about him when she was ready.

           
Jade arrived at the restaurant at eight o'clock
on the dot, wearing a glittering red dress with a low-cut neckline, white
stockings, and matching red snow boots. She’d added a white bow to her hair,
and she thought she looked very festive, especially with the Christmas tree
earrings dangling from her lobes.

            "Wow.
” Dawson’s eyes glittered with appreciation as
he took her in. He was waiting for her on the porch outside the restaurant,
dressed in a Christmas green sweater and jeans. He wore a pair of fake antlers
on his head, which were no doubt being given out by the organizers of the
event. “You look like a hot Mrs. Claus.”

            "And
you look like Rudolph.
” She
tweaked his windburned nose, which was surprisingly warm to the touch despite
the frigid wind, then raised up on her tip-toes to wrap her arms around his
neck.

            "You
up to riding a reindeer tonight, Mrs. Claus?
”
he asked, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

           
Heat spiraled through her to curl low in her
belly, and she shivered with the combination of desire and excitement.

            "We
’ll see.” She settled back down onto her heels,
and then gave his butt a quick squeeze before heading in through the doors.

            The
staff had partitioned the front of the restaurant off from the back so that
people could continue to come and eat during regular hours. Jade looked around
the room as they passed through the partition, taking in the space
. The event planners had gotten rid of all the
small tables and chairs and replaced them with long, rectangular tables that
lined the edges of the room, laden with food and Christmas-style sweets.
Christmas decorations covered the walls—twinkling stars, snowflakes and
trees—and there was a tree in one corner, a smaller version of the one in
the lodge’s foyer. There were folding chairs available for people to sit on the
sidelines and talk if they wished but the remainder of the space had been taken
up by dancing couples and friends.

            "They've
already started the karaoke.
”
Dawson had to shout to be heard above the music as a couple of cheer-filled
singers belted out “Jingle Bell Rock" next to the karaoke DJ, set up on
the far right side of the room. “Let’s hurry and claim a song.”

            "A
song?
” Jade echoed, digging in her
heels as Dawson tried to drag her over to signup. “Umm, I don’t really sing.”        

            He
turned and for a moment she was worried he was going to belittle her
. Her friends and family always bullied her into
doing a song even though she really wasn’t a great singer. But, Dawson only
smiled. “Then I’ll sing and you’ll watch.”

            Jade
went to get food and drinks as Dawson went to put his song in the jar, and she
returned a moment later with a plate of green and red Christmas cupcakes and two
glasses of spiked egg nog.

            "So,
what song did you pick?
” she
asked as she handed him his share.

            "That
’s for me to know and you to find out.” His eyes
twinkled over the rim of his plastic cup as he sipped his egg nog.

            Jade
wrinkled her nose playfully.
“That
doesn’t seem very fair.”

           
Dawson only smiled. “Thankfully there weren’t
too many people ahead of us, so you should find out soon.” He gestured to the
dance floor. “Why don’t we go and join these fine people?”

            "I
can get behind that.
” Jade
might not have been much of a singer, but she did love to dance. Happily, she
set aside their half-eaten food and drinks and followed Dawson out on the dance
floor. It turned out that he was as good a dancer as she was, and they danced
along to several lively tunes, shimmying and bopping and even twirling each
other around for some of them.

            Eventually,
though, someone grabbed the microphone, and the strains for
“I’ll Be Home for Christmas,” began filtering
out of the speakers. Instantly, couples paired off together, and Dawson slipped
his hands around her waist and shoulder and pulled her close.

            "Time
for a slow dance,
” he
murmured against her ear, and her heart beat a little faster as his chest
pressed against hers.

            The
singer, an older man with a strong voice, lifted the microphone to his lips,
and sang in a pleasant tenor:

            "I
’m dreaming tonight of a place I love

           
Even more than I usually do

           
And although I know it’s a long road back

            I
promise you,

            "I
’ll be home for Christmas

            You
can count on me

            Please
have snow and mistletoe

            And
presents by the tree.
”

            "Hmm.
” Dawson’s lips brushed lightly against Jade’s
ears. “Would you look at that.” His head tilted skyward, and he paused in their
steps.   

            Jade
looked up
, too, and blushed at the sight
of a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. She’d seen a couple dance
beneath it earlier and stop for a smooch, but she’d completely forgotten about
it.

            "I
guess we have to kiss,
” she
murmured, looking up into Dawson’s deep silver eyes.

            "I
guess so.
” He dipped his head and
brushed his lips against hers, sending a rush of anticipation through her. His
hands tightened around her waist, and she slid her fingers through his thick,
wavy hair, savoring the feel of his lips against hers. She inhaled deeply,
taking in his musky scent as he teased the seam of her lips with his tongue
before opening to receive him.

            Someone
’s sleeve brushed against her back as they
passed, but she hardly noticed as Dawson’s tongue stroked the inside of her
mouth. Her blood simmered with lust, her nipples tightening beneath her dress,
and she knew he felt them scrape against his chest by the way he stiffened
beneath her. Her breath caught as his erection brushed against her hip, and her
fingers tingled as she resisted the urge to stroke him through his jeans.

            Somehow
they lost track of time because the next thing she knew the song had ended and
the DJ was calling Dawson
’s
name. “We’ll pick this up another time,” he promised, a wicked glint in his
eye, and then he drew away to join the DJ by the mic.

            Sexual
frustration simmered inside
of
Jade, but she couldn’t very well yank Dawson away from the microphone and drag
him back to his cabin—though that was exactly what her aching body wanted
her to do. So, instead, she took a chair near enough to the DJ that she could
see Dawson without being too close to the speakers, and waited.

           
Dawson tapped the mic, then cleared his throat,
looking around the room. “This one is for a very special woman,” he said, his
voice low and slightly rough. His silver eyes found Jade’s, and her heart leapt
into her throat as he started singing in a rich baritone:

            "Oh
the weather outside is frightful

           
But the fire is so delightful

           
And since we've no place to go

           
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!”

            A
grin curled the corners of Jade
’s lips
as she sat, completely enchanted by Dawson’s gorgeous voice. And by the looks
of the ladies who’d stopped to watch him sing, she wasn’t the only one. But his
eyes didn’t even flicker toward them—they stayed on her.

            "When
we finally kiss good night

           
How I’ll hate going out in the storm!

           
But if you’ll really hold me tight

           
All the way home I’ll be warm.”

            He
winked at her then, and she blushed. Slowly, one by one, other people started
joining in and singing
, too.
Classic songs like this were always infectious, especially when sung by someone
with a good voice, and she even found herself rocking back and forth in the
chair and singing along with everyone else, smiling shyly as Dawson grinned at
her.