15
T h e t i r e s r o l l e d over the gravel, crunching through the fresh ass snow. Pine trees was on both sides thick as hell, like the shit was straight out of a movie. I spotted the cabin up ahead, sitting pretty in the middle of all the snow, with smoke coming out of the chimney. Shit looked peaceful as fuck. Private just how I wanted it.
I eased the truck to a stop. “You like it?” I asked, looking over at Autumn.
She was already unbuckling her seatbelt, and her eyes lit up. “This looks like a snow globe,” she said under her breath.
Snowflakes was coming down hard as I hopped out and came around her side to help her down. She looked fine as hell in that black puffer, joggers, UGGs, and a beanie. She was mine.
“I been wantin’ to do this,” I said, brushing snow off her shoulder.
“What? Kidnap me?” she smirked, bumping me.
“Nah,” I grinned. “Spoil you somewhere quiet. Somewhere we can breathe. Ain’t gotta be nothin’ but us here.”
She held my eyes for a second, then nodded slowly. “Well… you nailed it.”
We grabbed the bags out of the truck and headed up to the cabin. I unlocked the door, pushed it open, and that heat wrapped around us as soon as we stepped inside. Shit was dope. Hardwood floors, stone fireplace already lit like I requested, warm lighting, and the smell of pine brought a nigga peace.
The first thing that caught her eye was the big ass Christmas tree in the corner, fully decorated. It looked like one of them joints in the mall. Ornaments, gold ribbon, little fake snow, twinkling lights running all through it. Big red bow at the top.
“Oh my God…” she whispered, hand on her chest. “This is beautiful.”
I glanced at her, proud as hell. “Only the best for you, gorgeous.”
On the dining table, a pine-scented candle flickered next to a folded welcome note and two mugs that read "Let it snow, baby." I clocked Autumn taking it all in, slowly unzipping her coat, cheesing. That’s all I wanted. Taking her coat, I hung both of ours up as she bent down to open one of the grocery bags.
“We should put the cold stuff away first,” she suggested.
“Hold up. Before we play house…”
She turned, eyes curious. “What?” I stepped in close, holding her from behind. I needed a taste. Right now. “Woods…” she said softly, squirming, trying to keep unpacking.
I kissed the side of her neck first. Then the back. Then lower, down the curve of her spine as I pressed her chest gently to the counter. One hand gripped her hip. The other tugged those joggers down just enough to expose that ass I’d been thinking about since we left the house.
“The food…”
“It can wait, baby. I can’t,” I murmured, voice thick as hell. “I miss this pussy already.”
Her breath caught, her body already melting. I dropped to one knee behind her and kissed her cheeks before spreading them. She smelled so fucking good. My tongue slid from her ass to that pussy, circling her clit. “Oh, shit…” she gasped, gripping the counter.
I tongue kissed her clit gently at first, then licked and slurped that pussy with my thumb, teasing her ass. Her thighs were trembling in minutes, and she was clinging to the granite like it could save her.
“Let it go, baby. Let me taste that shit,” I whispered, tongue still working as she came all over my tongue.
“Fuuucckkk,” she moaned, knees buckling.
I stood up, dropped my sweats and boxer briefs, and stroked my dick. Licking my lips, tasting her juices, I eased inside her from behind. Pussy felt like home. “Goddamn. Pussy crazy.”
Autumn gasped, mouth parting like she was about to speak in tongues. “Big… ass dick… fuuuckkk meeee…”
“I gotchu, baby,” I growled in her ear, pulling her hair just to hear her moan louder. “Bounce that ass on this dick, gorgeous.”
Being a good girl, she threw that ass back as I pumped into her with deep strokes. My grip was tight on her waist. Her back arched, cheeks bouncing, them little cries echoing off the cabin walls.
I leaned in close, kissing her shoulder. “Keep moanin’ like that, and we gon’ make baby number two real soon.”
“Shittt,” she cried out, trying to keep her voice down even though she was losing the battle.
“You feel how she grippin’ me? That’s love,” I muttered against her skin. “She loves this dick. You hear me?”
“Yes,” she panted, looking back at me with tears in her eyes. “Yes, we do, babe…”
“Say it louder.”
“I loveeee… this dick.”
“Good,” I growled, digging deeper now and faster, causing her whole body to shake. I could feel her pussy pulsing on my dick, and I knew she was about to nut. Shit, so was I. “Let that shit go, baby. Cum with me.”
“Quamaineeeee!!!” Autumn collapsed against the counter, trembling all over, and I followed right behind her with a grunt, pulling her tight against my chest as we both caught our breath in the heat of that little moment. “Mmm,” she mumbled, breathless. “Now… we can play house.”
I smirked, kissing her cheek. “Now we can do whatever the fuck you wanna do.”
B y t h e t i m e we got done unpacking and changing into lounge clothes, Autumn curled up in front of the fireplace on the fluffy couch. I brought over a glass of sparkling apple cider for her and tequila on the rocks for me.
“You good?” I asked, handing her the glass as I sat beside her.
She nodded, then leaned her head on my shoulder. “I feel good. This is the first time I’ve really… relaxed in weeks.”
“I can tell. You finally lettin’ your shoulders drop.” We clinked glasses and took a sip.
“I needed this,” she said softly.
“Shit, me too.”
Autumn curled deeper into the couch beside me, her blanket tucked around her legs and her glass balanced just right in her hand. She reached for the remote and pulled up the streaming apps. “Okay, what are we watching?”
“Something Christmas. It’s a vibe.”
She smirked. “‘Home Alone’? Classic.”
Taking a sip of my drink, I said, “I mean, if we talkin’ ‘bout classics then you gotta put on that ‘Friday After Next’?”
“But is it a real Christmas movie?” she teased.
“Hell yeah,” I chuckled, already reaching for the remote. “Craig and Day-Day was fightin’ for rent money, gettin’ jacked by a ghetto Santa, and still ended up with a party and gifts. That’s Christmas in the trenches.”
Autumn laughed. “You got a point. What about ‘The Best Man Holiday’? I cried the first time. Now I just get mad all over again.”
“Over what?”
“Lance being all prideful, and Mia not telling them she was that sick earlier. Ugh. It’s too much.” She sipped her cider.
I shook my head and kept scrolling. “Nah. What about ‘This Christmas’?”
“Mmm… I do love Chris Brown in that movie.”
I looked over at her sideways. “Say that shit again, and I’m changin’ it to Die Hard.”
She burst out laughing. “You sound like somebody's uncle saying that’s a Christmas movie.”
“They had Christmas trees and shootouts. It counts.” We both cracked up.
Eventually, we settled on ‘This Christmas’, and Autumn stayed quiet through most of it until one scene popped off. Then, I felt her shift beside me, her body going still like she was thinking too hard.
“You good, gorgeous?” I asked, looking down at her.
She hesitated, then looked up at me. “Can I tell you something?”
I nodded, without missing a beat. “Anything.”
She stared at the flames for a second, like she was gathering the words from deep down. “I’m kinda scared of being a mom,” she finally said, her voice low. “Like… really scared. What if I fuck it up?”
That hit me harder than I expected. She kept going, zoned out, like she wasn’t even talking to me directly anymore. It was more like she was finally letting herself say this shit out loud.
“My mom has bipolar disorder,” she said softly. “Like the real kind… manic episodes, deep depressions, hospital stays. There’d be days she couldn’t get out of bed, and days she wouldn’t sleep at all and would be up at three in the morning cooking pancakes and singing Anita Baker like we were at a concert.”
She laughed a little, but there wasn’t shit funny about it.
“I never knew what version of her I was gonna get. One day she’d be loving and soft, and the next she’d be so gone I didn’t know if she even saw me. I stopped inviting friends over in middle school ‘cause I couldn’t predict her moods. Eventually, my friends pulled away because of the craziness.”
I reached for her hand, but I didn’t interrupt.
“My dad… he was the one who kept me grounded. Made sure I ate, got to school, and kept up with my grades. He taught me how to stay calm in chaos. But I saw it wear him down over time. He loved her, but it was like loving her meant constantly bracing for the crash.”
Her voice cracked a little, and I tightened my grip on her hand.
“I always wanted kids, but it’s scary. I told myself that I didn’t wanna bring anybody into the world if I couldn’t promise them stability. But now I’m here, pregnant, and it’s real… and I just—” She took a breath. “I don’t wanna be my mom, Woods. I don’t wanna be unpredictable. I don’t wanna disappear into a version of myself and have my child wonder if I love them.”
I leaned in and kissed her forehead, slow and firm. “You’re not your mama, Autumn. You hear me?” She blinked at me, eyes glassy. “I don’t give a fuck what you came from. You got more awareness and love in you than most people raised in picture-perfect homes. You carry it like it’s your job to break every damn generational curse, and that right there? That’s what makes you a good mother already.”
She smiled, leaned in, and kissed me like she trusted me with everything inside her. Then, the damn doorbell rang and broke the moment.
I sighed, forehead against hers. “That’s probably the chef.”
Her eyebrows bunched together. “Chef?”