Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Cole’s cock has become soft inside me, and I feel his cum dripping out of my pussy and god knows where—most likely on to him and the chair. I should care, I should move, but I still don’t.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Cole’s heartbeat has long since calmed into this steady rhythm, but I don’t look up at him. I continue to enjoy the soothing sound and the heat of his body. Clinging to him like a koala bear.
“Vixen?”
I quietly sigh, but I know I can’t ignore him or reality forever. We’re lucky nobody showed up and caught us. We’d both be in jail right now.
I lift my head off his chest, and move back, the action shifting us enough that he slips from my body. We both hiss from the loss, and his hands brace against my hips.
“We should clean up,” I say, feeling more of his spend drip out of me. My nipples are pert from my drop in body temperature and the air of the cabin, and now that I’m peeled away from his chest, I want my clothes.
Cole’s eyes don’t drift downward, and he doesn’t let me go when I try to pull away and remove myself from his lap.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
I blink at him, unsure of what to say. My first instinct is to spill my guts, to let him comfort me. But this was a one-time thing, and the high of sex is gone. I need to get out of here before I cry, or worse, ask him for more.
I force a well-practiced smile on my face, one that I’ve used over the years to fool everyone into thinking I’m fine.
And mostly I am. I’m strong willed, independent, have a good job, and pay all my bills.
Even if life tries to kick me down over and over again, I always stand back up and move forward. This will be no different.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I reply. “But I’d like to get dressed.”
Cole’s brow furrows like he doesn’t buy it. Leave it to him to be the only one who can see through my bullshit. But in the end, it doesn’t matter if he does or doesn’t.
I pull away, and he lets me go. I shove down the disappointment that he did, but know it’s for the best. He did what I asked him to do.
With wobbly legs, and my ruined tights still on, since he didn’t tear the elastic band around my waist, I find my dress, flushing when I see the candy cane decor he used on me lying next to it.
I’m going to have to take that with me and burn it—or maybe wash it, and put it in a frame to memorialize that time Santa fucked me in a mall afterhours.
My cheeks flame, but I can’t help the small smile that plays on my lips. I can’t believe we actually did this. What’s more, we didn’t get caught. At least not yet. We still have to get out of here without a janitor or any night security that might be here seeing us.
I leave the candy cane for now and pull my dress over my head, not bothering with my bra that I spot hanging from an elf statue not far from me, along with my torn underwear at its feet.
While my ass and pussy are exposed, the parts of my tights still hanging on to my thighs are wet, evidence of both our lust has soaked the torn seams. Thankfully my dress covers my private parts enough I could walk out of here without removing them, and maybe Cole has a jacket I could borrow since I left mine in the car.
“Vixen.”
Cole’s booming voice has my spine straightening, and the parts of my ass he spanked tingling. As if my skin remembers what that dominating voice brought upon it last time.
When I don’t turn around, he repeats my name with more gusto. I tell myself to grab the rest of my things and walk away, but instead my traitorous body turns around.
His brown eyes have darkened, but he hasn’t moved from his chair.
His suit coat is still parted, but he’s tucked his cock back in his pants—which I’m grateful for.
If I’d seen it, I think I might have sat on it again.
My body is already responding to the way he spoke, and the dominating way he’s staring at me.
Cole lifts one hand and crooks his fingers like he did before my spanking. “Come here, Vixen.”
I’m walking to him before I can make another choice. He pats his knee and that’s when I finally break from my haze.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Cole.” I’d slipped and screamed his name as I came, and now I’m intentionally using it. He may still be in his Santa suit, but we’re no longer playing the roles we put in place to make our brains think it was okay to fuck each other.
To my surprise he doesn’t flinch. His eyes soften and his cheek twitches, his dimple trying to form. He pats his knee again. “Sit, Vixen. Or do I need to take you over my knee again?”
My still sensitive clit throbs and I automatically squeeze my thighs together. Cole’s dimple fully forms when he sees it, and he holds out his hand to me.
“Please?” He tries again.
The sincerity in his eyes and his pleading makes me fold. I sit on his lap and he takes me into his arms as if we’ve done it a million times before. As if this is where I’m meant to be.
My resolve crumbles and I relax into him, needing to feel his warmth and comfort again, even if I only left it moments ago.
I inhale his scent, the smell of his sweat mixed in, making it headier yet somehow more steadying.
His hand on my thigh holds firm, and the one wrapped around my back pulls me closer, his thumb stroking my hip in slow sweeps.
“That’s better,” he says after a moment of silence.
I look up at him, his warm gaze finding mine. It is better, but I’m surprised he’s saying it is.
“It shouldn’t be.”
His fingers on my thigh dig into my flesh and he presses his lips together. He takes several shallow breaths before he says, “and why is that?”
I cock my head to the side, a short laugh puffing through my lips. “You’re serious?”
“Do I look like I’m not?”
I attempt to pull away, but he keeps me on his lap. I should say I’m annoyed, but we have to have this conversation, and I may as well revel in his touch for a few more minutes before it all ends.
“Vixen,” he looks deeply into my eyes, his gaze serious. “It is better. Having you in my arms will always be better.”
The bridge of my nose stings from the depth at which I feel his words. He means them, I can feel it in my heart and soul.
“Cole,” I swallow the lump in my throat. “You hardly know me. How can you believe that?”
“Because it’s true.”
I search his eyes. Now that we’re not in the heat of sex I see them more clearly. The layers of different browns in their milk chocolate depths. They’re stunning, just like the rest of him.
“This can’t be anything more than what it was, and you know that.”
His fingers flex on my body. “Remind me. What was this?”
He’s annoying me, so I wiggle on his lap even though I know it’s bratty. The action to remind him of what “it was” that both did together. It does what I hoped, and I feel the tic of his spent cock.
Cole only raises a brow at my antics, giving me a “really, Vixen?” look.
I stop and heave a sigh. “I came to you to fulfill my Christmas wish, and you did that, Santa. So thank you.”
His gaze doesn’t waver, and he doesn’t balk at my words. Instead he smiles, his lips curving slowly until his dimple shows.
“Why are you smiling like that?” I ask.
“Because, I’m happy you think I fulfilled your wish. But I haven’t yet, Vixen.”
My face screws up in confusion. “If you didn’t, what did we just do?”
“We had incredible sex. But it was only the start.”
My heart skips a beat in my chest. “What?”
He laughs softly. “When I asked you why you came to me on Christmas Eve, what did you say?”
I know what I said, but I play dumb. “That I wanted to suck your dick, and have you fuck my needy pussy.”
Cole’s eyes twinkle as he clucks his tongue against his teeth. “Just so you know, baby. I’m keeping a list of every time you’re being naughty—and I’ll check it twice before I spank your ass red again.”
Liquid arousal pools between my thighs and I do my best not to grind into his dick that’s gotten harder beneath my ass.
I clear my throat. “You keep speaking like this is going further than it already has.”
“Because it’s going to,” he says confidently. “Now tell me. What did you say you wanted when you first sat on my lap?”
His confident words spark hope in my gut that shouldn’t be there.
He’s being unreasonable, but by the look in his eye and his hold on me, I know I’m not going to leave here without answering him.
That the time for being cheeky is done. Cole isn’t going to let me wiggle my way out of this, and if I let him spank me, I know that we’ll end up back here again once it’s through.
“I said I didn’t want to be alone.” Repeating the words again places a weight on my chest that had been removed for a time, and again I find the bridge of my nose stinging with tears that want to fall.
Cole’s chest springs to life with a warm and understanding hum. His hand on my thigh stroking up and down. “And you won’t be alone again, Vixen. Not if I have anything to say about it.”
The burn in my nose reaches my eyes, and suddenly tears are slipping down my cheeks in slow, heavy drops. Cole’s hand steadies me on his lap while the other finds my face, his thumb catching the tears as they fall. I sink into his touch, desperate for the comfort it brings.
“I want you, Vixen North. I wasn’t lying earlier when I said I have wanted you since the moment I met you.”
“Cole,” my voice breaks. “That can’t be true.”
“But it is. You captivated me the first time we met, but you were young and determined to make your way through college. Holly needed you as a friend and you needed her. Every time I saw you the spark in my chest grew, then last Christmas when we spoke all night, you stole my heart and ran off with it.”
“But you didn’t pursue me,” I counter.
“I wanted to,” his fingers on my cheek flex. “I wanted to Vixen, so badly. But I wasn’t sure if you wanted me. You’re young, so beautiful, and I’m—”
“Perfect.”
His eyes gleam, dimple denting his left cheek. “Old.”
A warm bubble of laughter spreads through my chest. “If you had pursued me, you would have found out sooner how much I don’t care about that.”
He tucks a strand of my short hair behind my ear before dropping it back to my thigh and squeezing.
“And what about Holly?” I ask the question quietly, yet the weight of it is loud. My friendship with her is important. But he’s her dad, her family, and that will always trump me.
Cole doesn’t react like I would have expected him to. He doesn’t frown or tense, he rubs my thigh back and forth, the look on his features turning fond.
“Holly will be shocked, and maybe push back a little at first, but I raised her right. She wants me to be happy, and I know she wants you to be happy. That will be enough for her.”
“You sound so sure.”
“I know my daughter. Us being together will not be the end of our relationship, or yours with her. The love she has for us, and us for her, is stronger than that.”
Butterflies build in my stomach, banging wildly as if they’re trying to get out and burst free.
“Cole,” I look down at my lap, staring at where the green fabric has bunched. I don’t know what to say, this is all so much, my Christmas wish coming true and more.
He lifts my chin to meet his eyes. Mine are sparking with tears again, and he smiles sweetly at me, gripping my chin tighter.
“Do you want me, Vixen?”
“Yes,” I confess. “But—”
“Then I’m yours. Let me take care of you. Let me cherish you. Make every wish you have come true. Not just for Christmas, but every day of the year. I’ll be so good to you, baby,” he strokes my cheek. “If you’ll let me.”
A happy sob breaks free from my chest. I lunge at him, my mouth sealing over his in a kiss.
He laughs against my lips and I join him.
He pulls back to pepper my face with kisses, and I shift in his lap so I’m bracketing his thighs like before.
I thread my fingers through his hair and stare into his joyful eyes.
“Is that a yes?” He asks.
“It’s a yes, Santa.”
“Call me, Cole.”
Love and hope for the future bloom in my chest, and I kiss him again. I know there’s more to worry about, hard conversations with Holly to come, and hurdles that every new couple will face. Call it Christmas magic, or my Christmas miracle, but in my bones I know it’s all going to work out.
Cole’s hips lift as I grind down, his cock fully hard again. I reach for his belt buckle, and pull back with a grin.
“Already ready for me?”
He barks a series of laughs, belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly. “Already making old man jokes, naughty girl?”
I nip at his lips. “I’m not complaining. As long as you can perform?”
I squeal as he stands from the chair, taking me with him with strength I would think only a magical being would possess. He places my feet on the ground then spins me around, my front facing the chair and his back to me.
“Bend over, Vixen,” he whispers huskily in my ear. “It’s time to earn your way back on to the nice list.”
Warmth pools in my belly and I do as he says, rucking my dress up and presenting my bare ass to him as his Christmas gift.
“As you wish, Cole.”