Page 6 of Santa's Candy

“Fuck,” I swore through my teeth. “God damn, Candy Cane, your mouth is lethal. Fuck, baby girl, you keep up like that and I’m filling up my naughty girl’s mouth.” Chances were good for that anyway. While I had a fuck ton of experience with my hand, I’d had sex just as often as she did. Which was almost never.

Her eyes met mine in the darkness, and her hand reached up. Spots peppered my vision as she pressed her thumb into a sensitive spot behind my balls that ignited fiery sensation through me. It raced along my back to explode at the base of my spine.

I heard her mewling, swallowing loudly, heard my litany of curses echoing off the walls. My mouth was dropped open, my chest heaving when she disentangled from my hand in her hair and sat back on her heels, licking her lips before she smiled up at me as smug as the cat who’d gotten all the cream. The blanket that had been around her shoulders puddled on the ground around her and gave me an unfettered view of her exquisite tits tipped by flushed, rock-hard nipples.

I shook my head. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby girl.”

Reaching down, I pulled her up into my arms then tugged down the blankets on the bed. Laying her on the sheets, I moved my hands to the fastening of her jeans and wrenched off her pants. We were climbing under the blankets together and keeping warm while we shared body heat. But most of all, we were going to be naked, skin-to-skin, for the talk we were about to have, now that I’d knocked down some of her walls.

I climbed in beside my Candy Cane—a name that had surprised me when it had popped from my lips, but it was sure sticking around…as Candy Kane once I made her my wife. Pulling hertight to my chest, I cocooned us together under the covers. My cock was already getting hard again, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was finally fucking buried inside her once more.

Five

Candace

I took shallow breaths, each filled with the spice and leather scent Pax had worn since high school. I could already feel the clouds of doubt pushing in, a mix of doubt and disappointment in myself that I’d caved again.

“Uh-uh, stop it,” Pax muttered into my hair, his arms tightening. “Talk to me, okay? Is the sex so bad you can’t stand to be around me? Am I just a mercy fuck every few years?”

I scoffed. “You know that’s not it.”

“That’s a relief ‘cause, baby, you’re a little bit of a blow to my confidence.”

“I’m sorry. It’s not you—”

He cut me off with a lightning-fast kiss. “What did I say about saying that?”

“You’re so bossy. Especially during sex.”

“You like it,” he laughed. But I didn’t reply, and he stiffened. “Wait, you do like it, don’t you?”

I groaned, fire heating my cheeks, and I turned to bury my face in the pillow.

“This is so embarrassing,” I said into the bedding, but I wasn’t sure he heard me since the words were muffled by the synthetic down.

“Uh-uh, don’t,” he demanded, turning me back and climbing over me, his warmth better than any blanket. “Don’t run away from me.”

I huffed. “I’m right here.”

“Physically,” he countered. “Tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help how I am when we have sex. You wake up this…caveman in me. I want to totally dominate your body…and your body wants it, too. Your nipples get so tight, and your pussy gets so wet. You react prettily to every word I say, and you obey like the perfect little submissive. You can tell me you don’t like how it is with us, but your body doesn’t lie.”

He wasn’t wrong. Even now, my traitorous body quickened under his words.

“I do like it when we’re having sex. I like the ways you touch me, in and out of bed—the way you talk to me, too.”

“Then what’s the problem?” he exclaimed, and I heard years’ worth of frustration in the question. He loomed over me, held up by his arms, the cold seeping between us down to where our groins still touched and our legs tangled. Otherwise, he didn’t touch me. In fact, he seemed moments from leaving me alone in this big bed. His large hands that could work magic across my skin were planted on the mattress and didn’t seem inclined to do the damage I’d seen men take out on women who displeased them.

Pax’s brows knitted. “Are you scared of me?”

“I should be stronger. I…promised.”

“Promised who?” he asked incredulous.

I pulled at him. “Can you come down here? I’m getting cold.”

His head shook as if I’d broken a spell, and he instantly complied, dropping to the mattress beside me and tugging me flush to his body. He tucked the blankets tight around me.

“Better,” he asked, without any sarcasm.

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