Chapter 19
Dick The Halls
Noelle is nothing short of a miracle worker.
It’d been years since I last stepped inside Cactus Bloom Café. I avoided the place because it held too many memories of my parents, especially during the holidays.
Still, as I considered which traditions to share with her, stopping there for Christmas Eve breakfast was a no-brainer.
With her beside me, the dull ache turns into something peaceful.
Even talking with Marge brought me comfort I never thought possible—a reminder of how loved my parents were, and that this town hasn’t forgotten me, even after all the years I’ve spent keeping to myself.
I would never have found the courage to walk back in there if it weren’t for Noelle.
After our stop at the toy store, we dropped off a truckload of donations at the homeless shelter and spent the afternoon building a snowman in front of the cabin. For dinner, I made roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and garlic bread—another one of my mom’s Christmas Eve traditions.
I left Noelle for what was supposed to be a quick check on the animals, but I ended up mucking out a few stalls and fixing a loose barn door latch, which kept me away for a couple of hours.
It’s dark when I get back to the cabin, and I’m welcomed by the warmth of the fireplace.
The tree’s lights twinkle beside the flicker of candles on the mantel.
Noelle’s curled up on the floor, nestled in a pile of blankets and pillows, her e-reader in hand.
She looks up, and that smile—bright and effortless—hits me so hard my knees damn near give out right there in the doorway.
“Took you long enough,” she rasps, setting her e-reader down.
“Sorry, I had to muck out Blaze’s stall—”
My apology dies on my tongue when she straightens up, stretching her arms overhead, the blankets falling away to reveal a sheer white bralette with red satin trim and matching panties.
Fuck me.
Noelle tilts her head, toying with her bra strap. “Something catch your attention, cowboy?”
I swallow hard, suddenly forgetting how to form a coherent thought. She’s pure sin wrapped in white and red, the fabric hugging every curve like it was made to tempt me, and all I can think about is tracing every inch of her with my tongue.
With my control hanging by a thread, I scramble for a distraction, nodding to her e-reader. “What are you reading?”
A faint blush colors her cheeks. “A mafia romance.”
“What’s this one about?” I force my gaze to remain on her face.
After peeling my gloves off, I shove them into my coat pocket before hanging it on the rack by the door.
“A mafia boss falls for the woman sent by a rival to infiltrate his organization.” Noelle wets her lips and sits back on her heels. “She’s there to pay off her father’s debt.”
I have no clue what any of that means, but she obviously enjoys it, so I pay attention.
“Infiltrated by a rival?” I say, hanging up my hat. “Tell me more.”
“When he finds out why she’s there, he can’t deny the attraction simmering between them.”
I kick off my boots and move toward the fireplace. “What does he do about it?”
“I’m 75 percent in—and it’s in the middle of a spicy scene where he’s claiming her as his.” Her voice drops to a whisper as she picks up her e-reader and holds it out to me. “Want a peek?”
I nod and bend down to take the device from her. I’ve never read a spicy novel before, but I’ll be damned if I’m not curious about what’s got her flushed, so I read aloud from where she left off.
I force my muscles to relax as Enzo pushes into me. The stretch is intense, causing a sharp burn and blurring the line between pleasure and pain.
“Oh god,” I whimper.
“Your god isn’t here, Carina. I’m the only one you’ll be worshipping tonight,” Enzo states.
Between his cock in my ass and the biting sting of the nipple clamps, I’m in shambles with tears streaking my face. He grips my hair, tilting my head back, and licks a stray tear from my cheek.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Noelle staring up at me, lips slightly parted, her gaze burning. Her unfiltered reaction keeps me reading.
As he pulls out and pushes back inside, the drag of his cock against my inner walls is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, unearthing sensations I never knew existed. When he adjusts his angle, I cry out as he hits a spot he found with his fingers earlier.
“Oh fuck, Enzo.”
“That’s right, scream my name, princess,” he growls as he claims my ass.
This time when I look down, Noelle’s hands are pressed to her thighs, squeezing them so tight her knuckles are white, and her breaths are shallow and uneven. Fuck, even I’m affected, causing my dick to strain against my jeans.
Enzo bands his arms around me, fingers toying with the chains attached to the nipple clamps. A shockwave of heat runs straight through every nerve as my eyes shutter closed.
“I might be taking your perfect ass now, but later, I’m going to fuck that perfect pink pussy, and fill you with my cum.”
A low groan passes my lips at his wicked words.
I trail off and lift my gaze to Noelle, whose eyes are dark with want, a wet patch forming on her panties. Looks like we’ll have to read mafia romances together again soon if this is the outcome.
“Is this your way of saying you want to try ass play?” I ask, my voice husky as I set her e-reader on the coffee table.
She did say a few days ago she wanted to try it, but I wasn’t sure if she was ready.
Noelle draws in a shaky breath as she rests her hands on her thighs. “I want you to be my first, Shep.”
I lean down and gently lift her jaw, making her eyes meet mine. “If we do this, I’ll be your only.”
Her expression lights up at the prospect. “I like the sound of that.”
So do I.
More than anything. And once I finally get the chance to claim her in every way, I can’t grasp the concept of being able to let her go.
I fold my arms across my chest, letting the silence stretch before speaking. “If you really want this, then get on all fours, baby.”
Noelle scrambles to obey, spreading out one of the blankets and pushing the others aside.
She ties her hair back then crawls to the middle, moving to her hands and knees, facing me.
Her chest rises and falls in quick, shallow bursts as she peeks up through her eyelashes with a seductive smile, silently conveying it’s my move.
“You’re beautiful.” I bend down to brush a stray piece of hair from her face. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move while I’m gone.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she sasses back.
“Careful, sweetheart. Don’t forget who’s in charge of your pleasure tonight.”
I stand, leaving her with that warning as I stride to the bedroom where her suitcase is stashed on a chair in the corner.
I’m eager to further inspect her stash of toys, letting out a whistle when I see just how extensive it is.
Good god, this company must have sent her every single piece from their holiday collection—but I’m not complaining.
It gives me endless ways to play with Noelle.
I take my sweet time sifting through the large pile.
I want her dripping wet and aching by the time I get back.
My first pick is a silver butt plug with a star on the base.
We’ve never played like this before, so I want to make sure I prime her well.
Next, an emerald green blindfold with velvet trim catches my eye, so I grab that too.
Then I choose a bullet vibrator in a glittery red.
The last thing I take is a small bottle of peppermint-scented lube, chuckling when I see the bottle is in the shape of a candy cane.
Once I’ve gathered everything I need, I scan the room until my gaze settles on the bed. For what I have in mind, I think it’ll be the most comfortable spot for Noelle. I set everything I’ve collected on the nightstand and head back to the living room to get her.
She’s still on all fours, her ass angled in my direction and glances back over her shoulder.
As predicted, her pupils are dilated, and she’s trembling in anticipation.
What I’m not expecting is to see that she’s removed her panties, and I exhale sharply when I spot the bejeweled butt plug in her ass.
Looks like we won’t need the plug I picked out after all.
God, the things I want to do to her.
My mouth goes dry as I move closer. “Someone’s been busy.”
Just imagining her preparing herself for me while I was at the barn makes my jaw tighten as I fight back a possessive growl.
She bats her lashes. “Are you surprised?”
I crouch beside her, my eyes glued to her heart-shaped ass as I run my palm down her spine. “As much as I love your enthusiasm, you disobeyed my instructions not to move.”
“But I wanted you to see my new butt plug. Don’t you like it, Daddy?” she purrs.
I groan at the nickname. “Hell yeah, I do.”
My hands glide along her curves, tracking lines across her silky skin. I should have more self-control, but seeing her on display erases all thoughts of restraint. I trail my fingers down her lower back, taking hold of the base of the plug and slowly rock it back and forth.
Noelle drops her head back, groaning softly.
“That feel good, baby?” I ask, gently twisting the base in slow circles.
“Mmm.”
“I’m glad because tonight is all about your pleasure. If anything feels uncomfortable, you tell me, alright?”
“I will,” she promises.
Satisfied with her answer, I continue wiggling the butt plug, withdrawing it with deliberate care, inch by inch. Noelle shivers under my touch with each tug. Once the plug is out, I set it to the side, turning my attention immediately back to her.
I settle behind her, my chest flush against her back, pressing a path of kisses up her spine, one hand braced on the floor, the other moving to cup her breast. Noelle lets out a soft whimper when I pinch her nipples, and my lips follow the line of her shoulder blades.
I’m all in for borrowing inspiration from a fictional mafia boss if it turns my woman on.