A Very Grumpy Thanksgiving (Wolf Valley: A Very Grumpy Holiday #3)

Chapter 8

EIGHT

Nolan

When I wake up the next morning, Saffron is already out of bed. In fact, she’s not even in the room anymore. Her clothes from yesterday are gone, and the pajamas that she wore to bed last night are folded on the dresser.

I sigh as I scrub my hands down my face and sit up in bed. My mind flashes back to that kiss last night. I’d never been cockblocked by my parents before since I never had a girlfriend before, and I do not recommend it. I had been so close to going all of the way with Saffron last night. I wanted to strip her naked, throw her legs over my shoulders, and eat her out until she screamed my name. Then I’d bury myself inside of her and make her scream my name all over again.

I guess it’s a good thing that we didn’t go all of the way. When I make love to Saffron, I want it to be romantic and not in my childhood bed, in my childhood bedroom, with my whole family sleeping right down the hall.

I get dressed and go to find my girl. She’s in the kitchen, helping my mom make breakfast and laughing at something that Samantha is saying to her. My heart lodges in my throat, and I freeze as I stare at her.

She’s perfect, and I want her. I want her so goddamn bad. I want her to be my real girlfriend, my real wife, the real center of my whole fucking world.

“Morning, honey!” My mom calls, and I blink, trying to clear the vision of Saffron in a wedding dress from my head.

“Morning,” I rasp out.

Saffron blushes as she looks at me, and I know instantly that she’s thinking about our kiss last night.

“How’s the weather?” I ask.

“All clear! It’s sunny and gorgeous out this morning,” my mom says. “Well, besides the fact that it’s about three degrees out.”

Saffron laughs, and I smile as I move closer to her.

“Are you ready to head out?” I ask her, and my mom frowns.

“No way! You have to stay for breakfast.”

I look at Saffron, and she nods.

“Alright. Let’s eat,” I relent.

As we sit down and start to eat, people are still waking up. Saffron and I both dig in, and we eat quickly. Samantha is talking Saffron’s ears off, and I smile as I listen in on their conversation.

Once we finish eating, I clear our plates and go back to Saffron’s side.

“Ready?” I ask her, and she nods.

I can tell that she’s getting overstimulated from being around so many people. Saffron is like me and needs to recharge their social battery often.

“We’re going to head out,” I tell my mom and dad, and my mom pouts but nods.

“Thanks again for having me,” Saffron says, stepping forward to hug my mom and then my dad goodbye.

“You’re welcome anytime,” my mom tells her, and my dad nods in agreement. “Oh! You have to come back for Christmas!”

“Yeah!” Samantha cheers, and Saffron smiles.

I can see the moment that she remembers our deal and that we won’t be fake together by then. Her smile dims, and I swallow hard. My heart sinks because I want to spend every holiday with her and I’m not sure that’s possible. Why did I make the deal for just one holiday? I should have said until the house was fixed and then dragged the projects out for years, until she was in love with me.

“Maybe,” she says, and I nod.

“I’ll talk to you guys later,” I say as I step forward and hug my parents goodbye.

We make the rounds, saying goodbye to everyone, and then I help Saffron into her coat, and we head out to my truck. I help Saffron into the passenger seat and scrape off the windows while the truck heats up. Then we’re hitting the road.

She’s quiet as I maneuver us down the snowy streets.

“Everyone liked you,” I say, trying to break the silence.

“Yeah, your family is great. The kids were so cute,” she says, and I smile.

“Yeah, Samantha seemed to especially love you.”

“She was so sweet.”

“I’m glad that you had a good time.”

“Me too,” she says softly.

We drive in silence for a few minutes, and then she clears her throat.

“What excuse will you give them for Christmas?” she asks, and my stomach sinks.

“I… I don’t know. I guess that you had plans with your family. It’s the truth.”

She nods, and we ride in silence for the rest of the way home. I was going to try to broach the subject of us together for real, but after her comment, I don’t think that’s a good idea.

I pull into my driveway and park, hurrying out to open her door for her and help her out.

“I can come over in a few to start on the house,” I tell her and she blinks.

“You don’t have to do that today. I’m sure that you have things to do.”

“Nope, I’ll be by in a bit.”

She nods, and I watch as she walks over to her house and lets herself inside. I head into my own house and wonder what to do now as I close the door behind me and look at my empty place.

I change clothes and then grab my tools and head over to her house. I hesitate as I raise my hand to knock on the door and take a deep breath. I knock, and a second later, she pulls the door open and ushers me inside.

“It’s freezing out! I was going to build a fire.”

“I can do that,” I offer, and she smiles.

“I should probably check first and make sure that it’s safe to do it,” she says with a laugh.

Her hair is damp, and she smells like strawberries and roses. I breathe deeply as I set my tools down and head over to the fireplace to see what we’re working with. Surprisingly, the fireplace seems to be in great condition, and it takes me no time at all to start a fire.

“Thanks,” she says, and I nod as I wipe my hands off on my jeans.

“What did you want me to start with first?” I ask her and she blinks as she stares at me.

I can’t quite read her expression, not at first. We stare at each other, and she licks her lips, her green eyes darkening and filling with heat. My body reacts to that and I shift on my feet like a racer about to take off. My breath stalls in my lungs as I stare down at her.

I blink, and a second later, we’re crashing together, the heat from last night flaring back to life between us as my lips move over hers.

She tastes like tea and honey, and I pull her closer against me. I don’t want any space between us. Ever.

“You drive me crazy,” I murmur, my voice low, like a confession wrapped in a promise.

My thumb strokes along her cheek, and I feel the pull between us. It’s magnetic, inevitable.

“Nolan…” she whispers a second before our lips connect again.

The kiss deepens as her hands find the front of my shirt, curling into the fabric as if she needs something to anchor her. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss. My fingers tangle in her hair, and I tip her head back as I devour her.

The kiss turns urgent, like we’re both afraid that the other will stop it before we’re ready. Saffron melts into me, her lips molding to mine perfectly. My cock presses against her, and she moans as she rubs against it.

We break apart, both of us breathing hard. She stares up at me, her eyes a little wild and her hair coming loose from her ponytail. I love seeing her like this and knowing that I’m the only one who gets to muss her up and get her to lose control.

“Remember where my bedroom is from the tour?” she whispers against my mouth, and I grin.

“Uh-huh.”

“Let’s go.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I swoop her up into my arms and take off up the stairs and into her bedroom. She giggles, the sound like music to my ears as I lay her down on the bed and come down over her.

The bed is perfectly made and I grin, loving the idea that we’re about to mess it up.

“I want you,” she whispers, and I kiss her.

“I want you too. Fucking badly.”

She smiles, seeming to grow more confident from my words, and her hands wrap around the back of my neck. She tugs me down, and our lips connect once again. She’s so soft. All of her is soft, her lips, her skin, her curves.

Her hand tugs on my shirt, and I sit up, tugging it over my head and letting it drop to the floor. Saffron’s eyes are on me, and I pause as she admires my chest. Her fingers tentatively run over my abs, and I’m thankful that I kept up with my workouts even after I left the military.

She licks her lips, and the restraint that I’ve been holding onto so tightly starts to fray.

“Need you. Naked. Now,” I tell her and she tenses beneath me.

I frown. Did I read the signs wrong? I thought that she wanted me.

“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, Saffron,” I tell her, and she blushes.

“I want you,” she says softly. “It’s just…you look like that and I… don’t.”

Her blush heats her whole face, turning it almost as red as her hair.

“I love your body. I’ve been dreaming about these curves for so long,” I tell her, my voice low and husky as I stare down at her body. “Can’t you feel what you do to me?”

I press my erection against her, and her eyes go hazy with lust.

“I just… I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what?” I ask, my brain still on the heated look in her eyes and how good she feels against me.

“Sex.”

“Huh?”

That gets my attention, and I blink.

“How is that possible?” I ask her, and she looks away from me.

“Well, believe it or not, but guys weren’t exactly lining up to sleep with the chubby bookworm.”

“Why not?” I ask her, and she blinks.

“I…because…because I’m overweight and shy, and that’s not what guys want.”

“You’re not overweight.”

And that’s exactly what this guy wants.

“I am.”

“No,” I argue.

“Like medically,” she starts, and I press my hand over her mouth, cutting her off.

“I don’t want to hear it. You’re perfect. I don’t like hearing you talk badly about yourself.”

“Itsteemuf,” she mumbles against my palm, and I shake my head.

“No. Perfect.”

She rolls her eyes, but I can see the pleased look in their green depths. If she wants me to tell her how amazing I think she is, I can do that. I’ll do that every damn day, all day long if she’ll let me.

I can also show her.

“Perfect,” I whisper again as I bow my head and kiss her neck.

She shivers and so I do it again.

“I love that you haven’t been with anyone before,” I whisper against her skin, and she frowns against my hand. “I’m a jealous bastard, and I wouldn’t have been able to stand if there was another man out there who knew you that way.”

My hand drops from her mouth as I reach for her shirt, and she arches against me, helping me pull it over her head. My eyes drop to her chest, and I groan.

“Fucking hell, Saffron.”

She blushes, but I notice that the hands that were reaching to cover her have fallen back to the bed.

“God, I’m not going to last two seconds with you,” I grumble as my lips hover over hers.

“Well, I guess that’s one way to make my first time memorable,” she says, and I snort.

She giggles, and I kiss her neck, trailing my lips down to her plump tits.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make it memorable.”

I’m going to make it so damn good for her that she never wants to sleep with anyone else. I’ll make her fall just as hard for me as I have for her, and then we can be together. For real.

My hands cup her breasts, pushing them up until they start to spill over the cups of her bra. My mouth waters at the sight of her cherry-red nipples peeking over the edge of the satin cups, and I lick my lips as I lean forward and take one into my mouth.

“Oh!” she cries as my tongue rolls over the sensitive peek.

I reach under her, my fingers unhooking her bra, and I drag the straps down her arms and toss it to the side. My hands greedily cup her breasts, and I pinch one nipple between my fingers while I suck on the other one.

“Nolan!” she shouts, her hips writhing against mine.

My cock aches in my jeans, and I groan as she rubs against me. I need her, but I need to get her off first. Multiple times.

My hands release her tits, and I reach for her soft leggings, standing so that I can peel them off of her legs. Her white panties are next, and then she’s laid out before me, completely naked.

I have to grit my teeth to stop from coming instantly. Her curves are perfect. She’s so pale, with freckles scattered across her skin. I want to find each one and mark it with my hands and mouth.

My hands grip her thighs, and I pull her legs wide as I drop down to my knees at the edge of the bed.

“Nolan,” she says, nerves clear in her voice.

“I’m going to make this good for you, Saf,” I promise, and our eyes meet and lock.

She nods, and having her trust me means the world to me.

I push her thighs wider as my eyes lock on her pussy. She’s already wet, and I almost come just from the sight of her arousal. She smells like honey as I lean forward and take my first lick up her center.

“Goddamn,” I groan as her flavor bursts across my tongue.

“Nolan,” she says, her voice shaky.

I glance up at her, checking to make sure that she’s okay, and see her white-knuckling the comforter.

“More?” I ask, and she nods her head forcefully.

I grin and do as she says.

My thumbs spread her folds apart as I lean forward and bury my face between her legs. She cries out as my tongue licks over her clit, and I do it again and again, until she’s trembling beneath me.

“Nolan!” she shouts as I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue thrashing it, then rolling softly over that little pearl.

“Oh! Oh! Oh, my—” she cries, her thighs tensing on either side of my head.

I know that she’s close, and I trail one thick finger down her core until I find her snug opening. My finger rims that tight hole, and Saffron’s sucks in a deep breath, her whole body freezing as if she’s balancing on the edge of a cliff. With one more flick of my tongue over her clit, she falls, and I’m right there to catch her.

“Nolan!” she screams, her voice ending on a sob as I push my finger into her slowly.

She’s so tight, and I wiggle the digit slightly, trying to loosen her up a bit.

“Fuck!” she sobs, and I lick her clit lightly, drawing out her orgasm as I work my finger into her more.

“Nolan! Please,” she sobs, and I look up at her body until our eyes meet.

I can feel her juices on my lips and chin, and she shivers as she stares down at me, her green eyes so dark.

“I want to try,” she says, and I lick her clit again.

“Hmm?”

“I want to try to make you come,” she says and I smirk.

“Saf, you keep looking at me like that and you’re going to get your wish.”

“I want to… use my mouth,” she says, rising up on her elbows to look down at me.

I freeze, my finger still buried in her pussy, her juices coating my mouth and chin.

“I don’t think that that’s a good idea,” I croak and she looks embarrassed.

“Oh.”

“Shit, Saffron. You can suck me, baby, but hell, it’s going to be embarrassing for me.”

“Why?” She asks innocently.

“Because you’re not even touching me, and I’m close to coming. You get anywhere near my cock, and I’m going to come so fast.”

“I don’t mind,” she says, and I laugh.

She wiggles away from me, and my laugh cuts off. I frown, reaching for her hips to stop her, but she’s faster.

She stands next to me, looking down at me, and I swallow hard.

“Why don’t you let me fuck that pretty pussy a few times, and then you can suck my cock,” I offer, and she shakes her head.

“Please, Nolan? Just for a minute.”

I groan, pushing to my feet.

“You’ve gotta stop begging to suck my cock, Saf.”

“You don’t like it when I do that? You don’t like dirty talk?” she asks, her voice dropping on the last two words.

She’s so innocent. Fuck, I love her.

“I love it,” I tell her, and she smiles.

“I can talk dirty,” she says softly. “I’ve always been better with words.”

I have no idea what to say back to that because I’ve never been good with words.

Saffron drops to her knees, and her hands reach for my jeans. She undoes the button, and I swear that I stop breathing as she tugs the zipper down and then pulls my jeans and boxers slowly down my legs.

I kick them to the side and close my eyes, taking a deep breath to try to control myself.

“You don’t want to see me on my knees in front of you?” she asks breathlessly, and I screw my eyes shut.

“Fucking hell,” I grumble, and then her hand wraps around my length, and my knees almost buckle.

“You’re so big. I’m not sure that I’ll be able to take all of you,” she says, and I glance down at her, my mouth dropping open as I get my first look at Saffron kneeling before me, her little hand pumping my cock as she licks her lips and looks up at me.

She shuffles closer to me, her warm breath fanning over my sensitive skin, and I try to imagine hitting myself in the face with a hammer to stop from coming all over her pretty face.

“Saf,” I start, but then she wraps those damn lips around my cock, and my mind blanks.

My breath comes out in a rush, and I almost drop to my knees as her tongue swirls around the tip. I catch myself on the headboard before I can crush her under me and suck in a sharp breath.

“Saffron,” I say urgently, and she hums around my cock.

I see stars.

“Saf, baby, please.”

She sucks so hard that her cheeks hollow out, and my eyes roll back in my head.

Fuck.

“Need you,” I groan as I step away from her.

She blinks up at me, her lips wet and swollen, and I snap.

I reach down, scooping her up and dropping her in the center of the bed. I crawl over her, kneeing her legs apart as I settle between them.

“Tell me that you’re ready for me,” I order, and she nods.

“I’m ready.”

“Thank fuck,” I grit out as my cock nudges against her opening.

We both tense as I start to push into her, and I grit my teeth as her wet heat surrounds me. I make it halfway inside of her and have to stop to regain my control.

“You feel so good,” she moans, and I growl.

“Not helping.”

“I want more.”

“ Really not helping,” I stress.

“I want all of you,” she says, her ankles coming up and locking around my waist.

“Fuck, Saffron.”

“Exactly.”

I thrust into her, giving both of us exactly what we need. She gasps, and I lean down, kissing her until her pussy stops trying to strangle my cock.

“I need you to move,” she whispers against my lips, and I swallow hard as I do as she orders.

She feels so damn good, so hot and wet and tight. She really is perfect, and I want to tell her that, but all of my energy is being spent on not coming just yet.

“Oh! Oh my gosh, right there,” she moans and I want to put my hand over her mouth again, but I’m using it to balance above her.

“God, I love your cock,” she moans. “And your body.”

Her hands run over my chest, her nails scraping lightly down my arms. She’s driving me crazy. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“I never want you to stop fucking me,” she tells me. “But I really want to feel you come in me.”

“Fuck, Saffron!” I shout, and her hands grip my biceps, clinging to me as my pace starts to grow erratic and rough.

“Can I feel it?” she asks me innocently, and I curse under my breath. “I mean, you’re fucking me raw so…”

She trails off, and I grit my teeth. She’s right, though. I didn’t even think about protection. I didn’t want there to be anything between us, and I guess some part of me was hoping to knock her up and tie her to me forever.

“Saffron,” I start, but I have no idea what I was going to say next.

“I want it. You wouldn’t let me suck your cock and taste you that way, so coming in me is the least that you can do,” she whispers, and I lean back on my heels, my cock pounding into her now.

“Please, Nolan?” she begs, and I nod.

My thumb finds her clit, and I rub it in times with my thrusts. She tightens around me, and I can tell that she’s close. Two more thrusts, and she splinters apart around me, pulling me with her over the edge.

“Fuck!” I shout as I come deep inside of her.

“Oh! Nolan,” she moans, her legs tightening around my hips.

I keep moving in her until I’m sure that her orgasm has passed. Then I promptly collapse on my side next to her.

“Whoa,” she whispers, and I smile at her.

“Uh huh.”

“Is it always like that?” she asks me sleepily, and I shake my head.

“No, or it never was for me. Although… I’ve only been with one person before. It was in high school, a decade ago, and it was quick and forgettable.”

“What was her name?”

“I don’t remember.”

I can’t remember any other girl but you, I want to say, but I’m worried that will come on too strong. After all, she still thinks that we were fake dating.

I need to fix that.

I catch my breath, and I know that I need to talk to her and tell her that this is real for me and that I don’t want her to be my fake girlfriend. I need to tell her what she means to me.

I take a deep breath and turn to face her… only to realize that Saffron is fast asleep.

I try not to be too disappointed as I pull her into my arms and let my own eyes drift shut. As I drift to sleep, I vow to tell her that I love her tomorrow. Just as soon as I wake up.