How fuckinggenerous.
“Or what?” I demand. “You’ll leave me here to freeze to death if I refuse?”
For a moment, his jaw goes tight. I guess he really believes thatIbelieve that, when it comes to me, he’d never purposely kill me. So, no, I won’t beanother one of Saint’s victims, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll get my way if I choose to stop obeying him.
Because Patrick? He has an alternative that his suddenly daring expression tells me I can’t refuse.
Without a word, he lets go of the lights, leaving me trapped. His hand dips to his pants. The sound of his zipper being tugged down echoes in the night, and though it’s so cold out, he reaches inside of his suit pants, pulling out an erection that has no right being as big and angry andhardas it does considering the weather.
Whatever happened to a little shrinkage, huh? I already knew what his cock looked like, but seeing it now…
My pussy clenches, and I stare at him incredulously. “What are you… are you kidding me? You want head now? Patrick… it’s freezing out.”
He lifts his hand, tongue darting out, lapping at his fingers. “Oh, I know. And I have proof just how hot your delicious cunt is, Starling. You want to keep me warm?” He waves at the tarp that, now that I’m looking at it, seems more like a snowproof blanket spread out on the ground. Not because he wants to protect the snow from any blood, but because he wants to protectusfrom the snow…. “I know anexcellentway that we can share body heat.”
Me? I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. “I knew it would end with sex.”
“It doesn’t have to. I told you, sweetheart. This is your choice. You can come down from that tree, ride me now, and take your orgasm, or we can go back inside and, when you come to your senses, I’ll give you one myself. It depends on you. Do you want to give or do you want to receive this Christmas?”
I know what he’s really asking.
Do I want to let him climb on top of me like Charles Dutton did, or would I rather have some sort of ownership in an act that was probably always going to happen from the moment I let him into the chalet?
“Untie me,” I tell him.
“And?”
I can’t quite shrug, thanks to the Christmas lights, but I do my best to give the impression that I did. “Why don’t you obey me this once and you’ll find out?”
“I willalwaysobey you, Starling. You just have to be willing to command me.”
Is that so?
“Then untie me, Patrick. Now.”
He does. With a curious look on his handsome face, he puts the wastebasket back so I have something to support my weight before he starts removing the Christmas lights. Once he’s done, he tosses them to the side; for once, he’s too eager to see what sort of move I’ll make to clean up obsessively after himself.
Patrick’s hand goes around my waist, easing me down from the wastebasket. I curse under my breathwhen my feet land on the snow. Despite the way his touch heated me up, it’s still cold outside, and I tiptoe across the crusty ice until I’m standing on the edge of the tarp.
Then I point at it. “Lie down.”
Stroking his cock, using the heat of his palm to keep his erection, Patrick does exactly that. He sprawls back, appearing relaxed, though I can tell from the set of his shoulders and the muscle ticking in his jaw that he’s doing everything he can to be the one who is obeying.
I commanded, and he listened, and I know why. He wants me to choose this. To choosehim.I’m not begging anymore, but I don’t need to. He’s the one who would offer me anything to have me straddle my legs over his groin, accepting him into my body.
And I know what this is. This is the fifth thing he wants from me: my complete and total surrender.
As I throw my leg over him before beginning to lower myself down on top of him, I tell myself this is survival. Even as I shove my own fingers under the gusset of my panties, shoving the soaked material to the side so that there’s nothing between my pussy and the head of his cock, I lie to myself. If I do this… if I use what I have—my body, my willingness—I’ll be done. This will be the last thing, and like that long-ago holiday party, I just have to grin and bear it to give Patrick the fifth thing he wants.
The one thing I wasn’t sure I could giveanyone.
The cold bites against my legs, my ass, but his warmth is undeniable. He’s still fully dressed, with only his cock exposed to the winter air, but not for long. Before I can think better of it, I position him at my entrance and, shuddering out a breath, I sink down on top of him.
His hands go straight to my waist, squeezing me tightly as thoughhe’s terrified that I’ll pump him once, consider the clause met, then leave with us both unsatisfied.
Yeah, right. Like I always say, in for a penny, in for a pound, and now that he’s fully seated inside of me… I’m not going anywhere until I demand that orgasm he promised me.
I don’t care if he finishes. As I slowly begin to move, I’m determined to drag my groin against his, using his dick to fill me and his hard, lower body to stimulate my clit. I’m probably messing his expensive-looking suit all up. Too damn bad. He wanted this, too, and merry fucking Christmas, Patrick North, but this is the only Christmas gift you’ll be getting from me.
