Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
NOELLE
I woke up in Nicholas’s arms again, with the puppy sleeping in the nook of his arm.
“You’re going to spoil him.” I smiled, not caring in the least.
“Too late for that.”
“He’s supposed to be sleeping in his crate.”
“He wasn’t into that idea.”
“Oh… so you’re owned by a cockapoo now?”
“I guess so.” He smiled. “He needs a name. What do you think about Maximillian?”
The puppy’s head perked up as soon as he heard his name. “Well, looks like he has chosen.”
He brought him up to kiss his face. There was something about a man and a puppy. I swear my heart was exploding.
“So, he’s like Max 2.0?”
“He’s in memory of Max. We have Maximillian.”
“That we’re still going to call Max?”
“Mm-hmm…”
I giggled. “I’ll go with it, but only since Max approved. ”
He was relentless in his pursuit of trying to win me over, and I stopped fighting it. I was so happy.
Moving half of his body off me, I tried to get up, but he wrapped his arm around my stomach.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he hazily questioned, pulling me back toward him and engulfing me with his addicting scent again. He tucked me into his chest.
Slowly, he ran his nose along the back of my neck. “I always love the feel of you in the morning,” he groggily added, brushing his lips against my back.
“It’s excruciating,” I sassed, teasing him.
Before he could object, I propelled my body forward and rushed out of the bed, taking the bedsheet with me. Except that left him only in gym shorts in front of me.
My gaze greedily took him in.
From his chiseled chest.
To his rock-hard abs.
Down to the V above his dick.
Which was just as hard as his abs, standing straight at attention.
I licked my lips.
You’d think he’d have some sort of modesty, but nope. He didn’t know the meaning of the word. He simply sat up against the headboard, placing his arms behind his head.
“Since you’re staring right at my cock, why don’t you just come ride it instead?”
“Merry Christmas Eve to you too…”
“Are you Christmas? Because I want to Merry you.”
I laughed. “You’re the reason Santa even has a naughty list. Now, you need to cover yourself. I have an appointment for a massage this morning that I can’t get out of. They should be here any minute.”
He arched an eyebrow.
“Relax, Mr. Saint Clair. Your office staff has gotten me a massage every Christmas Eve morning for the past couple of years because they know what tomorrow brings.”
“I never understood why everyone had to work on Christmas Day when they should be with their families.”
“Because Christmas, Mr. Grinch, is about giving, not receiving, and that’s what this town stands for.”
“You’ve had no problem receiving all the orgasms I’ve so generously been giving you.”
“See…” I baited. “Look how great you are at the giving, and you will be all about the giving tomorrow when you help me in my bakery.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Oh, yes.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “We have lots of cookies to bake.”
“As long as there isn’t a raisin in sight, we won’t have a problem.”
I grabbed Max out of his arms. “Your daddy does not like raisins.”
Shit…
It just slipped out.
“I mean… I didn’t?—”
He stood, placing his fingers over my mouth. “I like it when you call me daddy.”
My mouth dropped open.
Reaching for Max, he started backing him away when he added, lifting Max in the air. “This is a good place to start.”
With that, he simply turned and left.
We stayed at his house, and I texted the therapist, telling them I was next door and to come there instead. After I undressed and wrapped a blanket around my body, I walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I tried preparing for my massage by relaxing in the warm water, which felt amazing on my sore muscles for a few minutes.
Nicholas was definitely giving me one hell of a workout. My body was sore in places I didn’t even know one could be sore. Once I was dry, I rubbed some face cream, threw on a robe, and then made my way back into the living room.
I smiled when I saw the massage table ready for me near his Grinch tree. It was perfect. The lights were shining. I loved it. Last night went amazing with this family, and I couldn’t have been happier for him. They all seemed ready to leave the past behind them and move to a healthier place where they could be a loving family again.
I knew how much they missed him. How much they regretted how everything went down between them. I hated that they spent all those years worrying about him and not being able to do much about it.
I tossed my robe on one of the couches, then settled onto the table with the blanket covering the lower half of my body.
“I’m ready!” I shouted, assuming they were in the bathroom, getting prepared.
Moments later, I heard footsteps coming toward me.
“My neck and shoulders are killing me, but so are my lower back and inner thighs,” I informed. “I prefer a firm hand too. Don’t be afraid to get in there deep. I can take it.” I closed my eyes the second I felt their hands on my shoulders. “Oh, gosh…” I quietly moaned. “That feels perfect.”
I was in my own little world, where all my senses were alert and aching around me. I could tell I had a male massage therapist based on how big his hands were. He eased his way down my back, and I couldn’t help it. I groaned again.
I was one of those women who was a bit vocal when she received a massage. I wasn’t expecting to feel that much intensity from him touching me, but his hands were wonderful, only leaving a trail of heat that awakened my body with his strong movements.
He worked my neck for a bit before moving toward my lower back. I didn’t say anything when he slid the blanket down to the middle of my butt cheeks, thinking he was going to work that area. He did, kneading with his knuckles at first. It wasn’t until he began sliding the blanket farther down my ass that I felt a little too comfortable with him.
I opened my eyes, seeing his feet.
I recognize those feet.
Since he wanted to pretend he was a massage therapist, I was going to give him one hell of a performance.
“Your hands feel amazing,” I practically moaned. “I’ve never had hands like this before.”
I lightly whimpered when he dug his knuckle into the knot on my neck. I smiled to myself. I was getting to him.
“Do you think you could work my inner thighs? I’m super sore there.”
He did, getting close to my core.
“A little higher.”
He did.
“A bit more.”
He did, and now he was an inch away from my pussy.
“Yeah, but there… better yet, maybe you should rub between my legs… I’m pretty sore there too.”
In the blink of an eye, the blanket was off my ass, and he spanked me hard.
“I’m kidding!” I immediately gave in. “I know it’s you!”
“I know you know it’s me.” Another smack.
“Hey! You’re the one who sent my massage therapist away. How rude.”
“I paid for his time and even bought this table from him. He was more than fine.”
“So then he was good-looking?”
One more smack.
Taking a deep breath, I shook my head. “You’re unbelievable!”
Inching higher, he rubbed closer to my core. The touch of his hands continued their exploration of my limbs, and it ignited my nerve endings into nothing but desire.
“Then I’m doing my job.”
“What’s your job exactly?”
“Keeping my girl satisfied.”
“I’m your girl now?”
“You’ve always been my girl.”
As soon as the last word left his mouth, he flipped me over and began caressing my breasts in soft but demanding touches. The lotion he was using made it easier for him to slide up and down my breasts to the sides of my stomach.
I let out a heady moan, loving the way his hands felt on me. I’d never tire of this man. Not wasting any time, he caressed my nub, triggering me to suck in a breath. He stayed there for a minute before he readily slipped two fingers inside me while his other hand pushed against my lower stomach.
“What are you do?—”
“Relax.”
Gliding his fingers in and out of me, he didn’t move his hand from my stomach, and he continued to push down as he fingered me. “Oh God...”
The pressure he was applying with his hand on my belly made the way he was fingering me that much more intense. It was only a matter of minutes before my body was convulsing, contracting, and shaking as he fingered me faster and harder.
It was an overload of sensations.
I could physically feel my core pushing his fingers out, but he didn’t let up, fingering me deeper until my entire body came with such force I trembled uncontrollably.
“Good girl,” he praised.
He straddled my waist and cupped my breasts, then slid his dick between them. Back and forth, he slid his cock between my breasts. I whimpered when he backed away, but my disappointment didn’t last long. He bent forward and kissed my mouth while he stroked his cock.
I moved his hand and stroked him.
He groaned as I twirled my grasp around his shaft.
Never once did he stop devouring my mouth.
He thrust two fingers inside me, going straight for my G-spot that was still sensitive. The raw uninhibited craving to cum again hit me like a ton of bricks, and before my core contracted, he grabbed his dick and thrust inside me.
I felt full like my body was made for him.
“Oh God, please don’t stop. Harder... ahh ... yes ... yes ... just like that.”
“There’s my girl.”
I wanted it rough.
Hard.
Demanding.
I wanted him to brand me.
Mark me.
Make me his.
“Tell me you love my cock inside you. Tell me you never want me to stop fucking you. Tell me, or I’ll stop and leave you like this.”
The familiar response of wanting to cum made its way down my core, and I started to come apart again.
“Yes...” That was all I could muster, not wanting to use the word love with him.
Our breathing and panting were in sync. It only took a few more thrusts, grunts, and groans, and we came at the exact same time.
“You’re mine, Noelle Woods. All mine.” His tone was laced with pure possession.
And I allowed myself to get lost in him.
In us.