Chapter 14
Oh, Holy Toys
We don’t talk much on the drive to the cabin as Christmas music drifts from the radio. Shep is focused on the winding road ahead, and I’m distracted by the earlier events.
The moment we shared in his office was the most erotic experience of my life—his finger stroking deep inside me, his breath hot against my neck, and his hard cock pressed against my thigh.
I didn’t care that only a wall separated us from a room full of people—truthfully, the risk of being overheard only added to the thrill.
Part of me worries Shep might close off again, but I hope not because I’m ready for him to properly claim me tonight.
An hour ago, he gave me an orgasm that left me reeling, yet my body still thrums with want.
It’s been ages since I’ve experienced this kind of satisfaction, and now I’m so wound up and desperate for more, I can barely think about anything else.
As we round another bend, the cabin comes into view, and I gasp at the unexpected festive display before me.
Strings of multicolored lights run along the roofline and frame each window.
A fresh wreath with a bright red bow hangs on the door, and a herd of metal reindeer twinkles with white lights on the front lawn, each wearing a Santa hat.
I clasp my hands together and squeal. “This is incredible. Who did all this?” None of these Christmas decorations were here when we left earlier, and Shep was with me all night.
He puts the truck into park, casting a soft smile my way. “Stewart, the owner of the hardware store, and his assistant set it up while we were gone.”
“It’s like a postcard come to life. I love it,” I exclaim.
“I’m glad, because it’s all for you,” Shep says.
My heart nearly leaps out of my chest. The man doesn’t celebrate Christmas, much less decorate, but he went out of his way to transform the house and yard into a winter wonderland simply because he knew it was important to me.
The most touching part is that, despite knowing the display would only be up for a few days, he still went through all the trouble for no other reason than to make me happy —and that means everything.
Without thinking, I launch myself across the bench seat and into his lap, throwing my arms around his neck. “Thank you, Shep. This is the best surprise ever.”
He emits a soft grunt as I collide with him but quickly recovers, drawing me into his chest.
“You’re welcome, Sunshine.”
“How did they manage to get it done so fast, and in the dark no less?”
He runs his knuckle along my cheekbone. “I would’ve had it done sooner, but I had to wait for the storm to pass.”
That means he’s been planning this for days. Even before I agreed to stay, he was plotting how to turn the yard into a scene straight out of a Christmas movie, all because of me.
“It’s perfect timing,” I beam.
“There’s another surprise waiting for you inside,” he says softly.
I pull back to search his eyes, resting my hand on his chest. “What is it?”
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “Why don’t you go in and find out?”
I furrow my brow. “You’re not coming with?”
“Gotta tend to the animals, but I’ll be back soon.” He captures my mouth in a kiss that steals my breath. “You’d better wait for me, because I’ve got big plans for you.”
“What plans?” I murmur against his lips.
“Ones that involve you moaning my name till the sun comes up.”
My hand drifts higher along his thigh. “What if we started those plans now?”
“If I start now, I won’t be able to stop.” He brings my fingers to his mouth, grazing the tips with his teeth. “I’ll be back within an hour, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
I meet his gaze, my heart skipping a beat. “Then you’d better hurry.”
His mouth curves into a smile. “Behave while I’m gone.”
“The clock’s ticking, cowboy,” I say, tapping my wrist for emphasis.
I give him one more kiss before sliding off his lap and climbing out of the truck. The cold bites at my cheeks as I move across the yard and up the porch steps, stealing a glance back at Shep’s truck as it rolls down the driveway and rounds the bend out of view.
I’m not surprised to find the cabin’s front door unlocked, and I slip my shoes off once I step inside.
I’m greeted by the scent of pine, awestruck when I see the living room has been transformed into a cozy holiday dream.
It’s bathed in a soft glow from the twinkling lights on a fresh Christmas tree in the corner, and from the garland draped above the fireplace.
Strands of popcorn drape across the branches of the tree, nestled among wooden ornaments similar to those on the town square tree, only smaller.
I’m reminded of the holidays at my parents’ house.
My mom let me decorate the tree since I was a kid, never correcting the crooked and uneven ornaments.
Once I got older, my placement improved, and it was one less thing she had to worry about doing herself.
This was the first year they didn’t put up a tree since they won’t be back from their cruise until January, and it’s been one of the things I’ve missed most. Sure, I always decorate my apartment too, but it doesn’t compare.
As I get closer, I notice three ornaments that are different from the others—a miniature Highland cow with a tuft of hair on its head, a three-legged stool resembling the one I stumbled off in the barn, and a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows.
I smile fondly as I trail a hand over each one. Shep must have made them earlier while he was in his shop. I’m learning that he doesn’t miss a thing, filing away every little detail and shaping them into memories we can hold on to.
I curl up on the couch, knees tucked to my chest, the fire’s warmth wrapping around me.
As much as I’m grateful I had a moment to take this in, I’m eager for Shep to return so I can thank him properly.
The anticipation burns hotter than the flames as I wait for him to make good on his promise of us naked in his bed, and him leaving no part of me untouched.
I only last twenty minutes. The ache between my thighs is maddening, and my skin is flushed with heat from the fireplace, only fueling the lust gathering low in my belly.
A brief look out the front window confirms Shep isn’t back yet.
I’d hoped he’d be as restless as I am and return early.
He told me to wait for him, but how does he expect me to do that when I’m on the verge of combustion?
One release while I wait is harmless, right?
After all, he seemed supportive of me using toys, and it’s the perfect opportunity to start testing them out.
With my mind made up, I go to Shep’s bedroom and make a beeline to the chair in the corner where he moved my suitcase.
I open it, digging through the toys and pulling out a candy-cane-striped rabbit vibrator. I have one like it at home, but this festive version is perfect for the occasion—and guaranteed to get the job done quickly. I skip the peppermint flavored lube since I’m already wet and ready.
My gaze shifts to the door, and I decide to leave it ajar in case Shep gets back sooner than expected. He was aware of what state he left me in, and I won’t feel guilty about taking full advantage. Maybe next time he’ll think twice about leaving me alone like this.
Eager to get out of my clothes, I peel off my dress and toss it over the chair. Next, I slide off my lace panties, kicking them aside, and unhook my bra, sighing as my breasts are finally liberated from their confines.
Vibrator in hand, I crawl to the middle of the bed and lie on my back.
I’m not normally this brazen, but when I think about the way Shep looked at me earlier as I rode his hand, I’m filled with a newfound sense of confidence.
A shiver runs down my spine as I push the tip inside myself to get it nice and wet, groaning as pleasure blooms at the intrusion, pretending it’s Shep’s thick cock.
It’s the one part of him I haven’t seen yet, but judging by the bulge in his Wranglers earlier, it’s obvious he would be the biggest man I’ve been with.
A soft hum buzzes through the air when I turn the device on.
The pulse courses through me, and I moan softly as the vibrations tease my entrance.
Wanting more friction, I move the device in a steady motion, my mind wandering to an image of Shep between my legs, using his skilled tongue, licking me as he coaxes pleasure from my body.
His fingers pressed into the tender flesh of my thighs, nearing the perfect balance of pain and pleasure.
I pick up my pace, desperate for more friction as a groan passes my lips.
“Oh god, Shep,” I groan, remembering how his fingers stroked me as I tumbled into a blissful orgasm.
I angle the toy so the small arm finds my clit, still sensitive from earlier, sending a rush through me that knocks the air from my lungs.
My free hand fists the comforter while my hips roll in circles, and I drag the tip over the nub until I’m lightheaded.
I press the main shaft in deeper, a moan tearing from my throat as my climax looms—only to snap out of my haze by the unmistakable shuffle of boots on the floor.
My pulse quickens as I raise my head, my gaze darting to the open doorway where Shep stands. He’s leaning against the frame, his eyes blazing with lust as he shamelessly peruses my naked body.
“You were supposed to wait for me,” he says, voice like gravel.
I nibble my lip, lifting a shoulder. “You left me waiting too long.”
“Seems one orgasm earlier wasn’t enough, or maybe you’re just a greedy little thing.” He folds his arms across his chest, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I’m wagering the latter.”
The vibrator continues to pulsate inside me, my vision swimming as I struggle to focus long enough to form a coherent sentence.
“Maybe if you’d been here sooner, I wouldn’t be so needy,” I manage to pant out.
“What if that’s exactly how I wanted you?” he asks, his ghost of a smile deepening to a smirk.
I groan softly as I shift on the bed, the main shaft brushing against a sensitive spot by accident. I start to pull the device out, but Shep clears his throat to get my attention.
“Did I say you could take the vibrator out?”
“I want you,” I rasp.
“You’ll get my cock when I’m ready. Right now, you’re in my bed, and I’m in control of when and if you come.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “First, I want to see if you can be a good girl and listen to my instructions.”
That’s when it clicks—he left me alone at the cabin deliberately, wanting me simmering in sexual frustration. It confirms the theory that he’s not threatened by my toys. If anything, the sight of me building to climax only makes him harder.
He runs a thumb along his mustache as he patiently waits for me to comply.
I prop myself up on my elbow, stealing a better look at him.
His short-sleeved shirt clings to his biceps, flexing with every movement.
The way he tracks me with those piercing eyes makes every nerve buzz with awareness.
His body is a feast for my eyes, and I take advantage of the view as I ease the vibrator back inside.
Shep watches, unmoving, when I push the device even further, his muscles tense with every moan that falls from my mouth. I roll my hips, guiding the vibrator to my G-spot, unable to pull my gaze from the outline in Shep’s jeans that swells against the fabric.
“You’re so fucking beautiful putting on a show for me,” he growls, shifting to grip himself firmly.
Witnessing his unfiltered reaction only fuels my own hunger, and I bite my lip as my free hand moves to my left breast, cupping it firmly as I flick the nipple. The extra stimulation sends a ripple straight to my core, and my eyes shutter closed as I’m lost in a wave of bliss.
“Eyes on me.” The authority in Shep’s voice demands obedience. “When you come, you’ll look at the man who made you lose control.”
I obey, snapping them open, wanting him to witness every tremor that claims me as I chase my release. It’s all because of him, and my body’s surrender is a silent confession.
My eyes are trained on his hand adjusting his cock through his jeans.
“I want to see you,” I plead.
Wordlessly, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans, dragging them past his hips at an agonizingly slow pace. He tugs his boxers down next and pulls out his cock. It’s huge, stone-hard, and I’m unsure how it’s going to fit inside me.
“Don’t worry, baby, it’ll fit.” He smirks, as if he can read my mind. “But let’s make sure you’re nice and ready for me.” He nods toward the device in my hand, encouraging me to continue.
My breath hitches when I turn up the speed of the vibrator, eyes locked on his cock as he spits into his hand and pumps up and down along his shaft.
“Use the little arm of the vibrator to put more pressure on your clit,” he roughs out. “The sooner you push yourself over the edge, the faster I can be inside you.”
I lick my lips and follow his directions and push down on my nub. With my other hand, I pinch my nipple hard, my back bowing off the bed as I fall apart, Shep’s name escaping in a trembling gasp. My body is burning with a lustful haze, and I feel like I’m floating, suspended on a cloud of bliss.
My head collapses on the pillow as I catch my breath. “I need you, Shep.”
His hand is still wrapped around his cock, but he hasn’t come. “If I get on that bed, you’re mine as long as you’re here, Sunshine.”
I’m flooded with conflicting emotions. I want to be worshipped and wrapped up with him for as long as I can, but the idea of leaving him behind knots my stomach.
A fleeting thought whispers in the back of my mind that I could extend my stay.
My team is out through the new year, and I don’t have any pressing matters waiting for me in New York.
Then again, would prolonging the inevitable be fair to either of us?
I push aside worries about what comes next, letting myself get lost in the heat of the silver fox who’s looking at me like I’m his favorite vice.
I beckon Shep over with a crook of my finger. “I need you, Daddy.”
He pushes off the doorframe, stalking toward me with a determined glint in his eye, and I know I’m not leaving this room until I’ve been well and truly fucked.