Page 62 of Inherited Holiday

“Tell me you love my cock inside you. Tell me you never want me to stop fucking you. Tell me, or I’ll stop and leave you like this.”

The familiar response of wanting to cum made its way down my core, and I started to come apart again.

“Yes...” That was all I could muster, not wanting to use the word love with him.

Our breathing and panting were in sync. It only took a few more thrusts, grunts, and groans, and we came at the exact same time.

“You’re mine, Noelle Woods. All mine.” His tone was laced with pure possession.

And I allowed myself to get lost in him.

In us.

CHAPTER 24

NOELLE

Ithought about how much my life had changed and what was yet to come. For some reason, it all hit me that morning. Christmas was tomorrow and I had no idea what happened next.

Was he really staying?

My hand slid up and down my stomach, contemplating what his grandmother said and the possibility of already being pregnant.

I chuckled to myself.

People in relationships talked about these things during the dating phase. Getting to know each other and what the other wanted for their future. We skipped that whole stage, jumping headfirst into having sex, but we already knew everything about each other.

We weren’t strangers by any means.

A look.

A word.

A smile.

His scent.

His kiss.

His hands all over my body.

I couldn’t keep up with the emotional highs and lows. There was no hiding from it, seeing it for what it was.

We were happy, laughing, in love...

I never imagined I’d be living a life that appeared to be someone else’s.

The rumbling of a snowmobile pulled me away from my thoughts as I sat at the window, looking at the tree with Max in my arms. Nicholas ran out to grab something he said he left at the office. I sat up and gazed behind me as I heard the bike get closer to the house. Stepping into my boots next, I stood and walked toward the street.

“What is your dad up to?” I asked Max, realizing very quickly I used that word again.

In front of my eyes, the past and present collided with such force that I couldn’t help but smile. Once Nicholas noticed I was standing there, he stopped the snowmobile and took off his helmet. With an intense stare, he left me speechless. His gaze spoke volumes without having to say a word as he sat there on the mobile.

Breaking our trancelike state, I questioned, “You went to pick up a snowmobile from your parents?”

“Nah,” he expressed. “I bought this one for you. Merry Christmas Eve.”

For the second time that day, my mouth dropped open.

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