Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
HOLLIS
Maxwell is in for a rude awakening. He handed Candy right over to me like a dumb fuck. I would never make that mistake, not with her. I’d have to be six feet under. Nah, you better cremate my ass because I’ll be the zombie of Christmas past.
“It’s clear you and I are together, right?” She nods. Candy’s shy nods are sweet and often adorable, especially when her cheeks light up like Rudolph’s nose, but in this, I need to hear it from her lips. “I need those words, precious girl.”
“We’re together.”
“You’re moving in.”
“Are you sure that’s okay? Maybe—”
“I want you here, so don’t get any ideas that I don’t. No matter what happens, you’ll be taken care of.”
“I want to be here with you.”
“Good, but I want you to be free too.” I wouldn't ever let her go.
If Candy ever slipped from my grip, I’d spend the rest of my life winning her back, but I want her to choose to be here. As much as I want to tie her to my bed, I can’t. Well, not because I’m worried she’d try and run from me. I might for other reasons.
"What if I don't want to be free?" She plays with a button on my shirt. Fuck, I'm going to love her with everything I've got.
She's so sweetly innocent, which is rare and special with the life she leads.
Candy's a fighter but in a different kind of way.
Not everything has to be a bull in a china shop.
Candy works toward the things she wants without undercutting others in the process to get there, and she still manages to achieve her goals.
I want to spend my life protecting that sweet innocence.
"That's more than fine. You can cling to me like that glitter from the snowman you demanded to have." It's still on me.
"I didn't demand it." She gives my chest another one of her playful smacks.
"I don't know. You’ve got me wrapped around your tiny finger. You ask, and I make it happen."
"You're a dork." She giggles, but I know she loves what I'm saying.
"I'm going to set you up a bank account."
"Wait, no." She shakes her head. “I can’t accept that.”
"You don't have to ever touch it, but it will be in your name alone. It will always be there. I want you to have that sense of safety."
"You make me feel safe." My chest tightens.
"Then trust that this is a good idea and accept it. You're having my babies, Candy. A bank account with money in it will never compare to what you're giving me. I can make more money. I can't make another you or them." I place my hand on my belly.
"You're a good man, Hollis."
"You might not think so if you knew the things I've been thinking about when it comes to you."
"Dirty things?" She peers up at me through her lashes.
"Most definitely. It's why I wanted to make things clear because what we do next I want you doing because you're in this all the way, because you want to be here." Not because she has nowhere else to go or feels obliged.
"There is nowhere else I'd rather be."
“Good.” I stand with her in my arms, carrying her out of my office and toward the main living room. The one that’s for comfort and not show.
“Wait.” Candy looks toward the stairs, making me chuckle.
“Did you think I was taking you to bed?” I tease.
“Maybe.”
“Trust me, you’ll be in our bed tonight in our bedroom. Even if we’re only cuddling.”
“I’d like that. If you’re a cuddler.”
“No clue if I am, but I’m down with anything that keeps you wrapped around me or vice versa.”
“Mmkay,” she agrees as I set her down on the couch.
“Now I’m going to put on one of those Hallmark movies, feed you, and then we go from there.”
And that’s what we do. For the next two hours, we stay in the living room eating and decorating with Christmas movies playing in the background.
“How are your feet?” I ask her. They are resting on my lap, and I’m gently rubbing them.
“They’re in heaven.” A happy sigh leaves her. “This day has been so special to me. I want you to know that. It means so much.” She sits up, her feet leaving my lap.
I reach for her, pulling her into my lap. “We can have this every day,” I tell her as I lean in to claim her mouth in a kiss. Candy melts right into my hold as I stroke my tongue against hers.
At first, the kisses are slow and sweet, but they quickly change.
I slip my hands under her shirt to brush against her smooth skin.
Touching her will never get old. I didn’t know a person could be this soft and sweet.
Candy starts to rock her hips, and I’m sure she has that same pressing need that I have, but I push mine down. This is about taking care of her.
It takes everything in me to break the kiss. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, and her cheeks are flushed.
“I want to take this upstairs.”
“To your room?” Her tongue comes out, swiping across her bottom lip.
"Yes, I want to continue kissing you in our room." Her eyes widen slightly. "That doesn't mean we have to do anything else. We can take things slow," I reassure her. I don't want her to think this is about sex.
"Maybe I want to do things." The ledge I'm on is too small. I’m trying to be a gentleman and not bulldoze her life the same way as that Maxwell fucker had, but it’s too fucking hard. I’m teetering, and one more taste, touch, or just her mere presence at this point might push me over.
Her words have me surging to my feet; keeping a firm hold on her, I head for the stairs. Giggles spring free from her, the sounds going straight to my dick. The girl can't even laugh without it turning me on.
I don't stop until I’m entering the bedroom and laying her down on the bed. Candy’s hair spreads out against the dark comforter. I come down over her.
“I’m kinda shy. I’ve never done any of this stuff before,” she admits.
“That’s all right, precious girl. Soon you’ll see how much every inch of you turns me on. Your giggles alone make me rock hard.”
“Really?” Candy gives me a shy smile.
“Yeah, really. Only you have ever tempted me in this way.” I kiss her, wanting her to not think about anything else but this moment. “I want to taste more of you. Will you let me?”
“Yes.” She breathes out the one word, and it has me moving down her body.
I push her shirt up and off. Seeing her pregnant belly is such a fucking turn-on.
Knowing that she’s carrying my babies just adds to it.
Candy doesn't have a bra on, letting me see all of her. I cup her breasts in both of my hands.
"They've been a little sensitive."
"This ok?" I ask, skimming my lips over one of the puckered nipples.
"Oh." Her breath hitches as I circle my tongue around it. "That's good. Oh my." I smile. I have noticed Candy never curses.
Instead, she always has little cute words coming from her. It's endearing, and that's also why she's my precious girl. She really is rare to be the way she is with the life she lived. It didn't jade her; she wouldn't let it.
She tastes so damn good. I need more. I suck her nipple into my mouth, causing the most adorable little moans to come from her.
“Hollis.” My name comes out more as a plea to give her more.
She lifts her hips, trying to get some sort of contact. She’s needy for me, and I’m here for every damn second of it. I reach down, slipping my hand into her panties. I trace my fingertips over her pussy, coating them in her slickness.
“You’re soaked for me.” I lift my mouth from her breast. Her eyes meet mine. There’s pure desire in them.
“I can’t help it.”
“I don’t want you to help it. I want you to let me taste it.” I want to drown in it.
“Please,” she moans.
My resolve finally breaks. I remove my hand from inside her panties, then yank down her pants, tossing them to the floor. Her pussy is glistening with arousal, begging me to lap up every last drop. I can’t wait another fucking second to have my mouth on her.
Without a moment more of hesitation, I bury my face between her thighs.
I’m ravenous for her, sucking her tiny clit into my mouth.
There’s no finesse to my movements. Next time, I’ll take my time, but the need to make her come is driving me hard.
I should slow down, but I can’t. A floodgate has opened, and there is no going back. Not until she’s coming on my face.
Her taste is pure fucking heaven, like I knew it would be. I’ll never get enough of her. I lick and suck her until her legs are shaking and she’s crying out my name. I drink down her first orgasm as I grind my cock into the mattress, finding my own release.
I steal a moment to peek up at her. Her rosy cheeks and heavy-lidded gaze do nothing to quell the beast inside of me.
Knowing that it was me that made her look that way only adds fuel to the fire.
My cock begs to be inside her, and I remind myself that I need to take it slowly. But I’m not done with her yet.
“I need more,” I tell her, kissing the inside of each of her thighs.
“You may be on the naughty list for that.”
“I’ll make sure my name is on the top.” She giggles, and it goes straight to my dick.
This time I promise myself that I’ll take it slower. Try to savor it. That idea lasts until I get another taste of her. Then it goes right out the window.