Twenty minutes later, I sat down in a red velvet booth and clasped my hands together on the candy cane striped tablecloth. We’d checked into the Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas suite and barely had time to drop off our bags before the bellhop rushed us to the dining room before they stopped serving dinner.
Winter couldn’t sit still. Her head swiveled around, trying to take in the overabundance of holiday decor covering the room. There were too many Christmas trees to count—each one decorated in its own theme. I could have sworn I even saw an entire tree all decked out in pickles when we walked in.
“Don’t you just love it here?” Her eyes finally settled on me, her excitement contagious. “It’s like Christmas every day.”
“I love watching you enjoy yourself,” I admitted.
“If staying at the Cozy Little Christmas Inn doesn’t kindle your love for the holidays, I’m not sure anything will.” She gave me a big smile, one I couldn’t help but return.
I’d always dreaded the holiday season. Even when Ryan was little, before his mother and I broke up, I never enjoyed the festivities. I’d go along with decorating the tree, hanging Christmas lights, and stacking up presents, but it was never with a heart full of holiday cheer. Seeing the joy in Winter’s eyes as she took in the decorations made me wonder what I’d been missing.
By the time dessert rolled around, I was ready to admit I was actually having a good time. I’d even let Winter put a Santa hat on me and posed for a picture wearing a light-up Rudolph nose. Our server printed out a copy of the photo and we laughed all the way back to our room.
“Are you sorry I made you stop here for the night?” Winter asked as the door closed behind us.
I walked over and wrapped my arms around her. “No. I’ve had a really good time.”
She tucked her head under my chin and snuggled against me. “I’ve had a really good time tonight too.”
My chest tightened as we stood there. The soft sound of “Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!” floated through the speaker next to the bed. The moment was bittersweet. I’d finally found a reason to love the holidays, but I was going to be forced to give her up way too soon.
Winter must have been having thoughts along the same lines. She pulled back and rose to her tiptoes. Her eyes shone with emotion as she pressed her lips to my cheek. “We still have tonight and another day of driving tomorrow.”
That was my girl—always looking on the bright side. “I’ve been eyeing that whirlpool tub in the bathroom. Want to give it a go?”
The damn thing was shaped like Santa’s sleigh and done up with boughs of evergreen and miles of red and green ribbon. With enough room for both of us and plenty to spare, I’d been looking forward to settling into the bubbles for a long winter’s night with my girl on my lap.
“Last one in has to rub the other one’s back.” Winter skipped into the bathroom while stripping, leaving her clothes trailing behind.
I didn’t care which one of us got there first. As long as I’d get to spend the next hour with her naked body gliding all over mine, I’d consider myself the winner.
She had the water running and a few cinnamon-scented candles lit around the tub when I joined her. I slid into water, groaning with pleasure as the heat eased the tightness from my shoulders. Winter floated over to me. She’d tied her hair up off her shoulders and was up to her tits in bubbles.
“Get over here, Baby Girl.” I tugged her onto my lap, eager to lose myself inside her.
“Ooh.” Her fingers brushed the length of my cock. “Merry Christmas to me, huh?”
I chuckled. “If that’s what you want, it’s all yours.”
She straddled my hips. Her tits rose above the water, and I bent to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She arched into me as she slid down onto my cock.
“That’s exactly what I want, Cole. Give it to me.” Her nails dug into my shoulders as she lifted herself up anddown. With nothing between us, the sensations were so fucking intense. The walls of her pussy gripped my cock. I had to concentrate to keep myself from coming. The names of Santa’s reindeer floated through my head. Rudolph… Dancer… Vixus… no, that wasn’t right. Winter slammed down onto me, sending water splashing over the edge of the tub.
“Vixen. Dammit,” I blurted out.
“Are you calling me names?” Winter captured my earlobe between her teeth and nibbled. Shivers exploded down my spine.
“No, but right now, the name fits. You’re teasing me, aren’t you, Baby Girl?” Fuck the reindeer games. If she wanted it fast and sloppy, I was ready for her.
“I’m not teasing. I just want you so bad. Make me feel good, Cole?” She looked up at me, her lips swollen from our kisses.
I cupped a hand under her ass and lifted her up out of the water. With her back pressed against the tile wall, I drilled into her, pumping my hips to a frantic internal rhythm that would drive us both over the edge.
She clung to me, her skin wet, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. With the strains of “Here Comes Santa Claus” floating in from the bedroom, she gave herself over to her release. My balls tightened and pressure built until I couldn’t hold back. With a final thrust, I emptied into her. Merry fucking Christmas to us both.
CHAPTER 11
WINTER
