Page 10 of Santa's Candy

“Still with me?” I murmured as I gazed into her hazel eyes.

“One hundred percent,” she assured me, out of breath.

“Always such an excellent student.” Reaching beneath her, I unbound her wrists then brought them around to rest on her belly. Her eyes tracked me while I knelt over her thighs and one by one massaged the hands and forearms that had been under her during our vigorous lovemaking.

The aftermath was different, this time, with a serenity surrounding her. For the first time, she wasn’t punching away blissful mood following our sex. She wasn’t running nor mentally retreating.

“Everything good?” I asked, checking in again.

She nodded. I helped her sit up, clocking the marks I’d left on her body. Primal pride thumped through me. I liked knowing she bore part of me, even if most of it would be gone by morning or sooner.

Leaning to the side, I snagged her water, and when I returned to my former position, I found Candy’s eyes on me, cataloging her own inventory.

“You’re really hot, you know that? If our student’s moms knew what was under your history teacher clothes, I’d have a fight on my hands.”

I handed her the water, focused on aftercare. “No fight. I wouldn’t even notice them. It’s always only been you.”

“Good.” She twisted off the cap and brought the bottle to her lips, reminding me of how she’d looked with that mouth on me. Soon. We’d do that again soon.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Good,” she repeated. “No urge to run off.” She blinked. “Why?”

“’Cause I was thinking.”

Her head tilted. “Thinking what?”

“That I haven’t had near my fill of you tonight, and I’d really like to see you bouncing on my cock, cowgirl style.” I urged the bottle back to her lips. “Drink up, baby girl. You’re gonna need to be hydrated.”

Eight

Candace

“Are you staying with your parents?” Pax asked as we rolled down the highway, toward home. Though we’d traveled in near silence yesterday, tension ping-ponging between us, today an easy intimacy had locked on. Plus, whenever my phobias started to edge in, he seemed to sense it and derail the clouds. Like now, with his question about my plans.

We’d been on the road for about an hour and had at least another before pulling into the suburb where we’d grown up, living next door to each other. Because of road conditions, we were driving slower than the normal speed. The highway quality wasn’t great, but the storm had fully passed and this Christmas afternoon seemed blindingly bright. White gleamed for as far as I could see, the landscape looking like a traditional Christmas card, actually.

What wasn’t so beautiful? My accommodations for the next week.

“Ugh,” I groaned. “Yeah. I’m staying at my parents’ place. They turned my old bedroom into a home gym, though, and my grandma is using the guest room. I’m sleeping on the couch. You?”

“I got a hotel room.”

“Big spender,” I teased.

“It’s a Christmas gift to myself. My other option was bunking with my little brother. Stay with me?”

“At the hotel?”

“No, Candace. In the bedroom I’m supposed to share with my seventeen-year-old brother,” he deadpanned. “Of course, at the hotel. I told you last night… I don’t want to be away from you. Ever again.”

“A bed does sound better than the couch.”

“Oh, so just the bed part of the arrangement sounds good?”

“Hmm, does your room have two queens?” I replied, purposely bating him.

“No, naughty girl. There’s only one queen. Does Santa need to give you a spanking tonight?”

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