Page 6 of His Taste Of Christmas

I saw on her socials that Macey had tagged her in a post saying how excited she was to go Christmas decoration shopping at Costco today. I knew this would be my moment. My thirst for her outweighed everything else. I needed to see her up close. Of course I had no idea what time they would be going there, so Iparked on the street of their pub where, due to my social media stalking, I already knew she lived and I waited. I only caught a glimpse of her getting into a taxi, but even that tiny glimpse, and the knowledge that I would see her up close today, had me driving to Costco with a stomach full of butterflies.

Seeing and speaking to her just now has made me feel erratic, like I want to go and claim her in front of everyone in this store and tell them she’s mine and always has been.Fuck what is wrong with me?I press my thumbs into my eyes to close them, but she is still all I see.

Her scent reached me before I could even face her. The scent of her school perfume has stayed the same; a scent I’ve only ever smelt on her. The sight of her made me lose my breath. My lungs burned as I stared at her. The fact she bumped into me feels like a sign this was the right move following her here today, a sign to say this was meant to be. I had to regain myself quickly before Macey noticed. Fortunately, Angel appeared equally stunned and simply stared at me without saying a word, her eyes drinking in my presence as if encountering me for the first time. In all honesty, seeing Angel today feels like the first time. Her pictures online don’t do her justice. Her hips have filled out, which was clear in the tight leggings she was wearing. I noticed more than one man eye her from behind, which made me want to grab her and hide her from the world. Her large eyes followed my every move, overshadowed by lengthy black lashes that intensified their glistening green hue. Her wavy dark brown hair cascaded down her front, drawing attention to her perky tits that I instantly desired, imagining what they would look like in the flesh. My mind is consumed by the image of how fucking beautiful she would look bent over a desk with her hair tangled around my fist, as I thrust into her, hearing her bliss-filled cries.Fuck. My dick stirs at the thought. I knew if I got too close, this iswhat would happen. I zone back into what I’m meant to be doing and realise I have passed everything I need.

I knew my mum would be needing some more snacks for Christmas Day, so I told her I would get it while here today. Just like always, she asked the whole family to come over for Christmas. Eighteen of us. I love Christmas, but I have a big family, so you have no choice. When I was a kid, my house resembled Santa's Grotto.

I’m at the checkout, queuing, and I can see Angel at another till with Macey. I can’t take my eyes off her sexy as fuck figure.Where did that peachy arse come from?I have never seen her look so sexy before. I'm relieved that she hasn't noticed me, so I can keep watching her. I’ve convinced myself that I will go back to watching her from afar, but I know I won't be able to. My thirst for her is the strongest it’s ever been and smelling her again has made it impossible to stay away. It’s like her smell is imprinted on me now.

Two years ago, I was meant to forget about Angel O’Sullivan; she was my sixteen-year-old student.

Now?

She is an eighteen-year-old woman I have a serious obsession with that just keeps growing.

My eyes don’t stray from her as she eye-rolls Macey for something I can’t hear, while swirling a candy cane in her mouth, which makes me ponder what other things she could be doing with those plump lips.

I inwardly sigh with annoyance.How am I going to get her out of my head?As if she knows I’m watching, taunting andteasingly, she moves the candy cane in and out of her mouth. My sick and twisted mind imagines replacing it with my dick as she sucks me down, wondering how deeply she could take me.

My jeans become uncomfortably tight as my now hard cock presses against them. I shut my eyes and clench my teeth with more force than ever before. She's like a living fantasy come true.Fuck my life.I strain to open my eyes and when I do, everything freezes around me. Angel's gaze locks with mine as she lazily moves the candy cane in and out of her mouth, then she pulls it free, her mouth forming a small O.

“Sir?” I'm snapped out of my Angel-trance by a gentle voice. With a slight frown, a woman motions towards the now empty checkout. The cashier looks displeased, likely wondering why I'm causing a holdup. I quickly load my items onto the conveyor belt, wondering if anyone clocked who I was staring at. I really want to see her face again, but I have to go. I glance behind me as the cashier scans my items much faster than usual, likely annoyed, but Angel is not there, and the overwhelming disappointment serves as confirmation.

I need to breathe her in, to feel her presence consume me. The thought of her scent, her touch. It's driving me mad. I can't escape it. I can't escape her.

Ineedto smell her again.

Ineedto see her again.

Chapter five

Angel

“Angel, are you even listening to me?” Mace whines while we unpack everything we bought at Costco, but I’m not listening to her as I can’t get Mr Hayes out of my head. All I can picture are those unwavering eyes that trapped me.

“Angel O'Sullivan,” she shrieks loudly, prompting me to scrub my hand down my face. I can’t believe she spent six hundred pounds on decorations. Who does that? Of course, she went on about how my dad said this and my dad said that. He looks at Mace like another daughter, and I’m pretty sure he wishes she really was for Christmas. Both of them are equally obsessed with this time of year.

“Yes,” I mutter. But I wasn't, just like I wasn't during the entire trip back from the store.

“What did I say then?” she snaps. As I glance up at her, she stands with her hands full of baubles and a raised eyebrow.

“How much you love the colour scheme you have gone with this year?”

Without hesitation, her raised eyebrow returns to its original position. “Oh, okay, my mistake. You were actually listening.” Contently, she starts unpacking more decorations. I grin to myself while doing the same. I didn’t hear a word that came out of her mouth, but being best friends since you were six-years-old pays off. I know this girl like the back of my hand.

“Your mum mentioned that the men will arrive tomorrow to set up the decorations, but I’m popping out with my mum. Are you free tomorrow?”

I nod my head, “Yes. I have a free day, so I’ll be here. That’s fine.”

“Great, your mum said she could be here if not.” Tomorrow is the day she leaves for Ireland. I don't expect her to be here dealing with that. “I’ll text her later and let her know.” It could be seen as strange that Macey is the one who arranges things with my parents more frequently than I do, but it's completely normal for us. She has been in the family since I can remember, and when it comes to Christmas, I would rather voluntarily pull every single strand of hair from my scalp than be left to deal with it, so I don’t mind in the slightest that Mace does everything. We have a team of people who are hired to put up all the decorations, but Macey insists on decorating the tree in the pub.

Unfortunately, we already have one in our apartment, and it was set up on 1stNovember. Despite the limited room, she opted for the biggest one she could manage. Nevertheless, I firmly stated that the pub's tree wouldn't be put up until ten days prior to Christmas. I was persistent in my foot stomping, and I eventually got my way.

Naturally, we had to set up some decorations. We’re running a pub. There have been customers who are genuinely thankful for our non-excessive setting. There are lots of them who believe the decorations shouldn't be set up too soon. I can't help but give Macey a smug smile whenever they agree with me.

Macey grabs the iPad and starts to review the pub’s email account. Our Christmas Day bookings will close tomorrow to allow us two weeks for the preparations.

“Do we have any more bookings?” I ask her. Our reservations were almost full, with only two tables remaining. This is our most successful year yet. Another reason my parents had to be skeptical about going away. Despite their concerns, Mace and I have shown we can manage a busy pub. Our team is highly experienced and ready to provide plenty of assistance.

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