36. Harper
Harper
It’s been nearly a month since Curtis popped up like some demonic jack-in-the-box.
He left town pretty quickly, and after I changed my number, I didn’t get any more texts or voicemails.
According to Cass, he turned his attention to my family instead, showing up and begging them to help him see his daughter, and spreading the sob story of how my unhinged boyfriend attacked him.
My aunt was pretty put out at his constant badgering.
The worst was that my mom called Cass asking for my new number, but Cass promptly informed her that would never happen.
Blake’s “guy,” Bennet, did an amazing job.
Not only was the proof of Curtis’s affairs enough to keep him from pressing assault charges, but it turns out the whole ordeal started because he and his wife were trying to conceive and not having any luck.
Her parents had them sign a prenup before they were married that stated they wouldn’t release a portion of her trust until they had a child.
Curtis had invested heavily in a new business venture that turned out to be a scam and was in desperate need of funds to bankroll his excessive lifestyle and cover up his blunder.
We decided to hold the information and not send it to his wife right away, keeping it in our back pocket in case it was needed.
Turns out, it wasn’t. The accountant at his in-laws’ firm had found some inconsistencies in the books and hired a forensic accountant to audit them.
Curtis’s embezzlement was found, and from the looks of it, it had been going on for years, before the wedding, even.
He’s now in prison, serving a six-year sentence, with more crimes coming to light, and a divorce in the works. Karma’s a real bitch.
December started out rocky, to say the least, but once the Curtis situation was behind us, it has been a dream.
We decorated the house. Jace insisted on doing the outside of the house, something I’ve never been able to do.
Lizzie goes out to help plug them in every night.
They are the cutest together. Last week, there was a crazy storm that buried the town in three feet of snow, something that almost never happens out here, trapping us in our house for several days.
Can’t lie, it might have been the best three days yet.
We had tons of firewood thanks to Jace’s brother coming into town while on R she knows what’s about to go down, or maybe who's about to go down. I chuckle to myself, congratulating inner me for the witty joke. Dangling the mistletoe over my head, I smirk. My heart starts to beat harder as he prowls toward me. His steps slow, eyes roaming my body. My nipples harden, and his gaze zeroes in on them. When he’s directly in front of me, he unzips his pants, freeing his cock, and fisting it.
All while fucking me with his eyes. Dammit, I wanted to turn him into a horny mess, and here he is flipping the tables. My legs quiver, my pussy soaking wet.
“Merry Christmas,” I breathe.
“Merry Christmas, indeed.” He runs his nose along the column of my throat but keeps his lips from touching me—it’s torture.
“Now, I want a better look at my present. Turn.” Stepping back, he works his cock in his hand while watching me, his eyes hooded with desire.
Once I’m back facing him, he comes for me.
A hand on my chest pushes me backward into our room.
The door barely closes before he sinks to his knees before me.
“I owe you a kiss, don’t I?” He gives the mistletoe a pointed look.
I’m a puddle of goo, unable to speak, so instead, I nod and bite my lip, loving the sight of him on his knees before me.
“Gimme.” His words feel like an arrow shot straight through me.
With slow, deliberate movement, I place one heeled foot onto his shoulder.
“Fuck, that pussy,” he groans before he places a light kiss on my clit, his warm breath brushing over my drenched core.
“So fucking pretty,” his tongue flicks out for a quick lick, “so sweet,” another flick of that tongue, “my favorite treat.” Then he’s done talking.
He descends on me like a man possessed, licking, tasting, biting, until I’m a sobbing mess, barely capable of holding myself up against the wall.
When his mouth suctions over my clit, I lose it, squirting all over his face, into his mouth, soaking him, just the way he likes.