Forty
Reece
My family got our cabin on Lake Erie when I was eleven.
With Mom being in real estate, she knew about the listing before it went public.
The couple who owned it beforehand was going through a nasty divorce at the time and they were essentially desperate to get rid of their vacation property so they could finalize the divorce agreement faster.
My parents swooped in and got the cabin for a crazy good deal and the whole family was ecstatic.
It’s been an escape ever since, especially around the holidays.
It’s quiet up here, our own haven that feels still among the chaos of our lives.
God bless that disastrous couple and their infidelity for giving us the Taylor family lake house.
It’s early afternoon when Stace and I pull up, a light dusting of snow just beginning to cover the yard. It’s the kind of snow that comes in big, fat flakes, dissolving on the roads but sticking to the grass as I park in front of the main entrance of the A-frame home.
The house is the same as it ever was when we make it inside, bags in tow.
Cozy, wood-paneled interior, a grand stone fireplace, plush cream couches overlooking the floor- to-ceiling windows on the far wall.
A kitchen to our left, warm cherry cabinets and plaid red and green wallpaper to complete the homey aesthetic.
The back deck overlooks the lake through a few thick trees, complete with a fire pit surrounded by eight outdoor chairs and that dreaded damn hot tub nestled in the right corner.
Except it doesn’t hurt to see now. Not with Stacy here with me, not when I can only focus on getting her into that hot tub.
“Holy shit.” Stace drops her smaller bag onto the wooden floor as she takes in the space. “This is amazing, Reece.”
I shrug, piling our bags to the right of the entryway to eventually take to the main bedroom off of the living room. “Big shout out to Jeanie.”
“Maybe I should go into real estate,” she jokes, making herself at home and plopping down onto the large sectional. “Was your mom okay with you missing out on Christmas?”
I blow out a noisy breath and sink to the cushion beside her. It’s a loaded question, really. Was Mom okay when I talked to her? Yeah, sure. She was sad but she covered it up well enough. What didn’t sit well with me was the comment she made when I called and told her about my plans.
I don’t blame you, sunshine. It makes sense that you’d want to get away from this… situation .
She was eluding to Tashia and Evan, I know she was, and that bothers me more than it should because my holiday plans have nothing to do with Tashia and Evan.
They have everything to do with the fact that I want to spend my Christmas with the woman I care about more than anything.
The woman that I think I might …
“She understood,” I assure Stace, snapping my attention to her and pressing a kiss to her temple.
“I just don’t want your family to hate me for stealing you away.”
“They love you,” I quickly promise her.
Just like I do.
Stace sighs in contentment, snuggling up against my side. “Good. I think I love them, too.”
She takes a heavy pause and I have to wonder if the same thoughts are circling her mind.
Love isn’t something I fuck around with.
If I say I love somebody, I mean it. Tashia’s the only girl I’ve ever said that word to and I wasn’t sure I’d ever say it again.
The thought of being that vulnerable, of being in love and leaving my heart out in the open again is terrifying.
But staying out of love with Stacy Dunn feels impossible. She’s a vortex, a person that has completely sucked me in and changed the trajectory of my life.
Love doesn’t feel all that scary with her.
“What’s the plan for today?” Stace interrupts my train of thought.
I clear my throat and wind an arm around her shoulders. “Well, I thought we could go pick out a Christmas tree at the farm nearby.”
She hums in approval, pressing her lips to my jaw.
“We have some ornaments in the spare hall closet. Thought we could come back here and decorate it? Put on a Christmas movie?”
Stacy moves her lips to my neck, her fingers dancing down my abdomen. I have to swallow twice, my mouth suddenly dry as Stace kisses the hollow of my throat .
“Maybe bake some cookies?” My voice wobbles as Stacy grips the waistline of my pants.
“Any chance we can make it into the hot tub?” she murmurs against my collarbone.
I huff out a breathless laugh. “I’d say it’s a definite possibility.”
Stacy groans against my skin while her hands work down the zipper of my pants. I don’t question her as she works my jeans and boxers down my thighs, my breath catching in my throat when Stacy sinks to her knees in between my legs.
“What are you doing, Stace?”
She bites that fucking lip, glancing up at me before wrapping her hand around the base of my cock. “Think of it as an early Christmas present,” she purrs, leaning into me.
Her breath skates across my skin as her tongue swirls lightly around the tip.
It’s teasing, torturous, but the tiny touch of her mouth alone elicits a guttural moan from my chest. She grins up at me, doe-eyed and devious as she takes the tip of my cock into her mouth ever so slightly.
My head falls to the couch behind me as my fingers fly to tangle in her hair, silently willing her to do more before my body bursts into flames.
“You’re being mean,” I huff, glancing back down at her.
She hums against me, her mouth still light as her fist gives me a couple of lazy strokes.
Little brat.
“Please.” The beg slips out before I can stop it, my fingers gripping her hair a little bit harder. “I need it, angel. I want you to make me come.”
My words get Stacy’s attention, a small whimper escaping her lips as she takes a little more of me into her mouth .
I groan as she takes another inch. “Do you like that, angel? You like when I tell you what I want?”
Stacy nods against me, another moan vibrating through her body as her fist picks up speed.
I grin to myself as she lazily trails her tongue up and down the sides of my cock. It’s so cute when she thinks she’s in control. She may be the one on her knees but I know how she responds to my words, how her body reacts to me, and I know that puts me in charge.
“What I want is for you to take all of me into that pretty little mouth of yours,” I tell her, trailing my hand down to her chin. I tilt her face up so she can meet my eyes, her face flushed and her lips swollen. “And I want you to make yourself come while you’re getting me off. Sound good?”
Stacy’s eyes go wide as she nods, swallowing noticeably before I let go of her chin.
She seems to be hesitant for only a minute before wrapping her mouth around me and taking me to the back of her throat.
My head falls back as she picks up speed, her mouth sliding up and down with lethal precision.
Her fist is filling up the space her mouth can’t handle and every stroke, every moan, every swirl of her tongue has my toes curling.
“You look so fucking good on your knees, sweetheart,” I gasp, lifting my head to watch her.
She moans against me wildly, peering up at me through her thick lashes with a glint of hunger in her eyes.
The expression she wears makes my whole body feel electric, like her touch is a current that damn well might end me.
Her head bobs with a perfect rhythm and I have to clench every muscle in my body to make this last. She repeatedly takes me to the back of her throat, making herself gag as I grind my teeth together and jut my hips up to match her cadence.
Stacy’s perfect. She’s perfect , erasing every thought and memory of any other woman who’s ever been in my life. Any other woman who’s ever touched me.
None of them hold a candle to Stace.
Since I first met Stacy four years ago, I’ve imagined what this would be like. I’ve wondered an embarrassing amount of times how she would feel with her mouth wrapped around my cock.
My imagination didn’t do her justice.
“Touch yourself now, baby. Like I told you,” I say through clenched teeth, a moan trailing my sentence as Stacy takes as much of me as she can handle.
She whines in response, a needy fucking noise that’s liable to end me, before one of her hands disappears between her legs, the other hand still holding the base of my dick steady. Her mouth doesn’t stop as she moans a little louder against me, working me with fervor as my eyes roll back.
“That’s it,” I praise her, tightening my hand in her hair. “Make yourself feel good, sweetheart.”
Stacy makes a wild noise against me, no longer gentle or taunting as she sloppily takes everything she can.
She sucks and gags and chokes, hollowing out her cheeks to get more of me, and it’s almost too much to handle.
It’s so much that I can’t see anything besides Stacy between my legs, can’t hear anything besides her wet mouth on me, can’t smell anything besides peaches and skin and her .
She’s everywhere, all my senses, and I never want it to be any other way.
My stomach starts to clench, an undeniable heat building low in my gut. I wrap her hair in my fist, everything fading away as I buck my hips a little bit harder. She groans in response, flicking her glassy gaze up to me as she squirms against her hand.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “I’m gonna come, angel. Are you going to come with me?”
Stace whimpers and nods. Her mouth and fist gain speed, working me harder, faster until I’m tipping over the edge, panting her name over and over again.
Stacy gives a muffled moan against me, her body seizing up in between my legs before going limp as she finds her own release.
She pulls back, crawling up to me as I catch my breath before she collapses against my shoulder.
“Merry Christmas,” she breathes.
I bust out laughing as I pull Stacy closer to me, planting kisses all over her face and hair. The warmth in my chest could damn well melt all the snow outside as Stacy chuckles with me, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck.
“I hope you know this doesn’t change anything,” she murmurs against my skin.
I pull back and peer down at her. “What do you mean?”
She looks up with a devious smirk. “We’re still getting in that hot tub later.”