Chapter 24
Grace
Nick, Taylor, and Conner left us after the coffee shop meet up and I’ve been taking tons of video all evening because everything is content, right? I’ve eaten my weight in gingerbread cake and am on my second mistletoe mocha so far. Snow flurries whir around us as we hit vendor after vendor. This is so much fun!
Dean points at a little tent where you can paint your own ornaments. “How are your art skills, Grace?”
“Terrible. Let’s do this.”
A half hour later, my snowflake looks like a pink and purple catastrophe and his snowman has a big, crooked carrot nose and a red scarf that makes it look like his throat was cut. We hold them up and take a selfie.
I’m going to cherish this date forever.
Next, he wins me a stuffed black bear wearing a red winter hat over at the gaming booths. I should have known he’d be a sharpshooter. My man hit the target six times in a row and winked at me between each one.
So. Sexy.
“It’s almost time for the tree lighting,” Dean says .
Holding my hand, he leads us back to the center of town just in time. Everyone gathering around the tree gives major Whoville vibes, which I love.
“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” Cheers erupt as the thirty-foot-tall Christmas tree lights up with a million colorful bulbs.
Dean stands behind me with his arms wrapped around my middle. He kisses the side of my head, and I get all that on camera too.
“Does it annoy you that I always record?”
“Nope.” He sways a little with me in his arms while the band in the firehall jams out. “Whatever makes you happy, sugar.”
I spin and hook my arms around his neck. “This has been so fun. Thank you.”
Dean kisses me again. “Thank you .”
Everyone disperses, likely finishing up shopping and heading home now that the big event is over. Not to mention it’s snowing pretty hard now. “This is the sweetest town I’ve ever been in.” I sigh.
Across the street, a man in a black peacoat catches my attention and my heart seizes for the second time tonight. I blink, breath hitching as I watch him disappear in the crowd.
Dean must sense my sudden shift in body language. “You okay?”
“Yup!” I say, acting extra bubbly and happy.
Except I’m not sure that’s true. This is the second time I’ve been nervous tonight, thinking I see Bryson Clyde-Smith here. The first was when we were at the coffee shop earlier, and I didn’t say anything then either because I’m probably just being paranoid. There’s no way that idiot would stick around this long after we ran him off Dean’s property, nor would he be back so fucking soon. And he sure as shit wouldn’t be enjoying a night out at some Jingle Jubilee.
You’re just freaking out because Bryson’s fresh on your mind after that conversation with Jackson this afternoon.
“You’re right,” I say to myself.
“What?” Dean asks.
“Nothing.” I tap my head. “Just talking to me.”
Unfazed, Dean cups my face. “I hope you’re saying nice things to yourself.” He kisses my forehead, and warmth spreads through my system. “Come on, let’s go home.”
I’m more than ready. It’s fun doing stuff like this, but I’d rather be warm and cozy in a cabin with my man, than out in the freezing cold night with a crowd. The snow is really sticking to the ground now.
By the time we get back to Dean’s truck, I’ve convinced myself that I hallucinated Bryson and decide to not bring it up. That is until we turn onto Dean’s road and several tire tracks lay in the freshly fallen snow.
I lean forward with my hands on the dashboard. “Someone’s been here.”
Dean doesn’t say a word.
I glance over at him, ready to press the issue, but there’s a serene smile on his face. He’s not alarmed. In fact, he doesn’t look shocked at all that there are so many tire tracks on his private property.
I narrow my gaze. “What are you up to?”
“Who? Me?” His smile grows wider. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Butterflies swarm in my belly, blowing all my worries away. We go over his little bridge and pull up to the front of his house. Smoke billows from the chimney. There’s a warm glow in the windows.
I shove my door open and Dean growls. Leaning over me, he snatches the handle and slams it shut again. “No touching.”
Holding back a laugh, I sit tight and let him get out and open the door for me. With his gaze on mine, he ushers me inside the house.
Oscar isn’t there to greet us.
The cabin is dead quiet...
And lit up with candles that lead all the way to a gorgeous set up in the living room. I’m talking the works: fairy lights hanging off the mantel and blankets and pillows piled in front of the crackling fire.
Dean comes up behind me like a shadow and peels off my coat. Kissing my neck, he sends lust straight to my pussy while running his hands all over my body.
“How did you do all this?” I whisper with my heart in my throat.
He turns me around to face him and kisses me again.
Did I catch on fire? I’m burning up.
In silence, he undresses me in the firelight. I’ve never felt so adored in my life. He’s gentle about it. Slow. As if savoring every second, he slowly bares me.
I’m not so refined. In fact, the instant he gives me a chance to, I’m yanking his clothes off him like a maniac.
“Easy,” he laughs.
At least his boots are already off. I don’t even know when he did that, but it makes tearing his jeans down so much easier. On my knees, I stare up at him, blown away by how big and strong he is. The planes of his muscles. The tendons in his neck. The heady gaze in his dark cognac eyes. The dusting of hair across his chest makes my hands ache to touch him. His ink makes my mouth water. His beard. His big hands. Massive dick. Thick thighs.
The list of hot Dean qualities is endless.
“I’m the luckiest woman alive,” I whisper.
Wrapping my hand around his length, I lean forward and lick his tip slowly.
“Fuuuck, Grace.” He watches me suck him off, jaw clenched, and gaze locked on me. Resting his hand on the top of my head, he sets the pace, and I love how he takes control of everything. All I ever have to do is enjoy myself. No second guessing what he likes or if I’m doing it right. I take my time with this man, enjoying all his little noises while I stroke and suck and worship his fat cock.
My free hand slides up his thigh and stops at his balls. He tips his head back, groaning when I give them a tug.
“I’m close,” he says in a dark tone. “Keep going slow like that.”
My jaw aches, but it’s worth it. I suck him slowly, relishing the growls that come from him.
“Swallow me, baby.”
That’s my last warning before his cock swells and he pulses down my throat.
I don’t waste a drop.
Letting him go, I wipe the drool off my chin, super pleased with myself. Dean’s chest rises and falls rapidly as he sinks to his knees and kisses me.
Does he taste himself in my mouth? I hope so .
“Lay back for me, beautiful.” He cradles my head, pushing me down with his mouth on mine. Then he trails hot kisses all over my body until he’s right where he loves to be. “Want to cause an avalanche tonight?”
Nodding, I bite my lip and watch him lick my pussy with a long drag of his tongue. His eyes roll back like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, and he buries his face in my pussy, his fingers sinking into my spread thighs while he feasts.
My back arches and I put my feet on his shoulders, angling myself for easier access. Dean sucks my clit and sinks two fingers inside me, hitting a deep pleasure point that has my toes curling.
He drags my orgasm to the brink, then lets me lose it, edging me over and over until I’m fucking sweating.
“I’m going to kill you,” I say, clawing the blankets as he sucks on my clit again.
He’s not scared. In fact, my threat seems to turn him on. Dean shoves another finger inside me, filling me, stretching me.
Now I’m whimpering with need.
“Please. I’m going to die if I don’t come now.”
He growls against my pussy and speeds his moves up. My body coils, thighs tighten. Dean doubles down until my orgasm rips out of me with an intensity that robs me of breath, sight, and sound.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls, kissing my inner thighs.
“Get up here,” I pant. “I want to taste me on you.”
Dean glides up from between my legs and kisses me deeply. His beard is wet. He smells like me and that oil from the shop, and I’m telling you right now it’s an aphrodisiac that should be illegal.
He angles himself against my pussy and looks down at me, as if waiting for permission to enter. Hooking my legs around his waist, I pull him towards me, pushing him inside. It takes a few, easy thrusts to get him fully seated, and each one makes me sink deeper into a lust-induced frenzy. “Fuck me hard.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Our bodies slap together. I’m drenched in sweat. My cheeks tingle and clit throbs.
“I want it from the back,” I groan, taking charge.
Dean pulls out and flips me over. Winding my braid around his hand, he pulls it just enough to make me groan as he enters me from behind.
“You take me so well,” he says in a growly voice. My pussy floods hearing it. “Squeeze me.”
I clench my pussy for him, loving how he gasps.
“That’s my good girl. Again.”
No problem.
His rough palm skates down my spine and grasps my hip. He slams into me harder.
“More,” I beg. “Harder.”
“You don’t need harder.” Pressure builds at the base of my spine when he presses me down on my stomach. “You need deeper.”
I’m robbed of breath when he slowly sinks into me at this new angle.
“Too much?” he asks.
I’m not sure. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel the powerful man on top of me, as I melt from the heat from our bodies and sink into the softness of our blankets. My hair sticks to my neck and more slickness drips from between my thighs .
“Use your words,” Dean orders. “Is this too much for you?”
“No,” I rasp. “Fuck no, give me more.”
He fills me again, bottoming out with a grunt. “Look at you. You’re doing such a good job.”
I’m preening. This is heaven. Bucking against him, I take him by surprise and manage to scramble away and rise to my knees. His eyes widen with shock. “Did I hurt you?”
“Get… on… your back… now ,” I growl between heavy breaths.
Dean obeys, looking terrified.
Good. I like a man who’s a little scared of what I’m going to do to him.
Straddling his hips, I impale myself with his soaked dick, in reverse cowgirl. Rubbing my clit, I ride him slowly. Deliberately. Relishing every inch of this man until a frenzy starts and my pace quickens. Rasps tear out of me as I build up to another orgasm.
“Keeping riding.” Dean grabs my braid with one hand, and scratches down my back with the other. “Use my dick and come hard, Grace. I want to hear you fucking scream.”
First, I want him to do the screaming.
I grind, twist, and bounce every which way until his grip on my waist tightens.
“God… dayem …” His toes curl when he comes.
Brain firing in a million directions, my rhythm turns erratic. Thighs burning, I pitch forward and buck against him until my release blasts out of me. It’s quick. Way too quick.
“I got you.” He lifts me off and flips me over.
Then spits on my pussy.
I’m such a dirty girl for liking it as much as I do.
My thighs shake when he slips two fingers inside me, hooking them to hit my g-spot. “That’s it. Ride my hand.”
The more he moves, the fuller I feel. Then he leans down and sucks on my clit, sending bolts of pleasure through my lower half.
Now this is an orgasm worth chasing.
In no time, he drives my release straight over the edge until I’m screaming so loud my throat hurts. My head explodes. My body turns to a cloud of glitter.
Am I even in the same dimension anymore?
“That’s a good fucking girl.” He kisses my clit, my thighs, and my belly. “Can you give me one more?”
No. I can’t do anything. Shaking my head, swallowing hurts and I feel emotional. Tears well and I cover my face and start crying. “I think I came too hard,” I say, half laughing and completely confused about my behavior.
“Aww.” Dean tugs me up and cradles me in his lap. “Poor baby.”
“Shut up!” I snort with my next giggle. “Oh my god, this is ridiculous.” Except I cannot, for the life of me, stopping cry-laughing. I have no idea if I’m having a meltdown or am ascending to my final form. “I’m a mess.”
He wraps his arms wrap tighter around my middle as he rocks me. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
“This isn’t okay!” Against the current of my tears, my heart bubbles with joy. “I’m all broken now. I can’t even pick an emotion to focus on!”
He laughs against my neck and keeps rocking me. “That last one was pretty hard.”
“What did you even do? Perform an exorcism? ”
“Just gave you want you needed, I guess.”
“You guess ?” I smack his shoulder and rear back to look at him. “How many fingers was that?”
Dean winces. “Four.”
And they are thick .
“Wow.” I deflate in his embrace. After a minute of overthinking, I arch a brow. “Think I can take a whole fist next time?”
Dean’s laughter shakes my bones.