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

Chapter 11

ELEVEN

Saffron

Things aren’t off to a great start.

I planned on out everything when I left work. I would walk into my house and find Nolan, then try to figure out how he was feeling about last night and how awkward things were before I asked him if we could talk.

Instead, he beat me to the punch.

“Uhh,” I start, my hand still on the doorknob.

“About last night,” he says, trying to comfort me.

Really, it has the opposite effect.

We stare at each other for a beat and then I close the door and peel off my coat and hang it up.

“Okay.”

He swallows, and we head into the kitchen, each of us standing on either side of the counter as we stare at each other.

“How was work?” he asks, and I blink.

“Good. How about you?”

“Good. I have a surprise for you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but first, I wanted to talk to you about last night and about…us.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“I…” he closes his mouth, and I watch him swallow hard once more. “I love you.”

“What!” I gasp, my mouth dropping open.

“I love you, Saffron. I have for months, well before I asked you to be my fake girlfriend for Thanksgiving. God, I never should have done that. I never want anything between us to be fake.”

My knees feel weak, and for a second, it feels like I’m in the middle of one of my romance books.

“You regret it?” I ask him and he frowns.

“No, not really. I can’t ever regret any time that I spent with you.”

I grin, and he seems to relax.

“You love me?” I ask him softly, and he nods.

“So much, Saffron. So damn much. I should have just talked to you. I should have asked you out weeks ago, I should have told you about how I felt from the beginning, definitely before we slept together.”

“I kind of panicked this morning. I should have stayed and talked to you and told you how I was feeling,” I tell him, stepping closer to the kitchen island.

He nods, a hopeful look in his dark blue eyes.

“I love you too, Nolan. I’ve had a crush on you since I moved to town and first saw you, but I never thought that you would be interested in me. I didn’t think that you noticed me at all,” I admit.

“You were all that I noticed,” he tells me, and I smile as a blush spreads across my cheeks.

“So, last night…”

“Was everything that I dreamed it would be and more,” he finishes.

“Yeah, it was.”

We share a smile, and he takes a step towards me.

“So, we’re doing this? We’re together? Officially?” I ask, and he nods.

“Fuck yes. You’re my girl, Saffron. For real.”

“For real,” I agree.

We close the distance between us, and he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My hands cup his face and he smiles down at me as his lips slowly lower to claim mine.

His lips move against mine slowly, like he’s cherishing me, like he has all of the time in the world to kiss me. I moan as I lean against him, loving the feel of his strong body against mine.

“Mine,” he whispers, and I nod.

Nolan’s lips mold to mine and I get swept away by his kiss, by the feel of his hands on my back, pulling me closer and closer still.

When he finally pulls back, I feel like I’m floating, drugged by his kisses. His hands rub up and down my back, like he can’t stop touching me, and I smile up at him.

“Do I get my surprise now?” I ask him, and he grins.

“Yeah, come on.”

He takes my hand and to my surprise, leads me down the hallway to the bedroom off of the living room. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t a wall of bookcases. If I wasn’t in love with him before, seeing this would have had me falling head over heels for him.

“Oh my gosh! It’s perfect!” I gush as I rush over to run my fingers over the wooden shelves.

“I didn’t paint or stain them yet. I thought that you might want to pick out the colors and stuff.”

“I love it! Thank you so much!”

“Of course,” he says, smiling as I run over to him and wrap him up in a tight hug.

It doesn’t take long for both of our bodies to react. It’s like we can’t be in the same room with each other now without needing to rip each other’s clothes off.

“I need you,” I whisper, and he nods.

His hands grab my hips, and he pulls me into him. I can feel his dick starting to swell against my thigh, and I can’t help but rub against it. I feel wanton and desired as his cock hardens even more. I shift so that the thick ridge is between my legs, right where I need him most, and I can’t help but moan. It feels so good, so hard.

“Fuck, Saffron,” he groans, and I smile shyly up at him.

Nolan’s head dips, his warm breath hitting my face, and my eyelids flutter shut as his lips land on mine. My heart is racing, and as my hands rub up his chest, I can feel that his heart is beating out of control, too.

My fingers climb higher, and I run my hands over his collarbone, memorizing every line of his body as I go. Nolan backs me up a step, and I go willingly. My fingers trace along his jawline, and he pulls away, staring down at me. I trace around his ear, my fingers tangling in his dark locks, toying with the long strands. I want to run my hands over all of him, to trace his body, and map it in my brain.

“I really love you,” he murmurs, and I grin.

“I really love you too.”

His lips capture mine as his hands move up my ribcage until he’s cupping my breasts in his big, capable hands. His hands knead the soft globes, and I break the kiss, pulling away as I moan, my head falling back.

Nolan kisses down my neck, his lips finding the pulse point at the base of my throat. I push into him, wanting his hands on my skin, on every inch of me.

I raise my hands over my head, letting him drag the thin cotton of my shirt over my head. He wastes no time and drags the cup of my bra down next, exposing my nipples to the cold air. They pucker instantly, tightening into stiff peaks.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Saffron,” Nolan whispers against my heated skin, and I gasp as his warm mouth sucks the tight bud into his mouth.

His tongue swirls around it, and I arch into him. My eyes flutter open, and I watch as the fan spins round and round on the ceiling above us. Nolan’s hands go around my back, and he pulls me into him, his hands tangling in my purple hair as he devours my breasts.

I swear that I’m about to explode. My whole body feels like it’s on fire. I’m hot and needy, aching for him to make me come.

Everything about Nolan turns me on. The toned abs, the full lips, and dark blue eyes, the chiseled lines of him, all of the dips and planes. All of it is a work of art that I want to admire for hours. He’s so strong, so smart and capable. He’s sexy and funny, but right now, it’s his body that is doing it for me.

Nolan pulls back, and I bite back a needy whine, missing having his mouth on me.

“Bed. Now,” he orders, and I nod.

We take off up the stairs and into my bedroom. I giggle as we seem to race for my room, and as soon as I’m there, I’m pushing down my pants as I back up toward the mattress.

Nolan’s eyes are burning, glinting in the sun as he takes me in and I straighten my shoulders, wanting him to look his fill. It’s obvious that my body turns him on just as much as he turns me on.

Nolan pushes me down onto the bed, and I start to wiggle out of my panties, letting Nolan pull them the rest of the way off.

“Fuck. Every inch of you is a dream, Saffron.”

My body warms at the compliment, and I hold my hand out to him, wanting to feel his weight on top of me. He pulls his shirt off first, kicking his shoes off as he pushes his pants down his toned legs.

He comes down over me, and I spread my legs. He’s still wearing his boxers, so we’re not skin-on-skin, but I can still feel how hard and hot he is.

His head dips again, and his mouth latches onto one of my nipples, sucking the whole thing into his mouth. His mouth is so hot and wet, the suction so perfect that I’m close to coming in seconds.

My toes curl into the sheets as my hips rock restlessly against his, and he switches to my other breast.

That spot between my legs is getting wet, tiny sparks going off with every bite, suck, and caress that he gives my breasts. It’s not quite enough, though. The nagging emptiness between my legs just won’t go away, and the dull ache is starting to drive me crazy with need. I need to do something. I need him. I push on his chest, and he lets my nipple go with a pop, leaning up to look at me questioningly.

“I want to take care of you,” I say, my fingers running down his chest, following his happy trail down to the band of his boxers.

Nolan pushes off of the bed, reaching for his boxers, and I drop to my knees, helping him pull them down his legs. They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them as I reach up, fisting his thick length.

I open my mouth wide, sucking in the tip of his cock as Nolan’s hand tangles in my hair. He doesn’t push on my head, he just rests his hands there, his fingers tugging on the strands as my head starts to bob.

The feeling lights up my scalp, and I moan as I take more of him into my mouth. I work my hand in time with my mouth, and my body only burns hotter as I feel him swell against my tongue, hear the moans and the way that he says my name like it’s a prayer.

“Fuck,” Nolan says, pulling me off of him, and he reaches down, dragging me up to my feet and then pushing me onto the bed.

I pull him down, and our lips meet; we cling together as we take our time exploring each other. The earlier rush is gone, and I moan, rolling him onto his back and straddling his hips.

“Let me lick your pussy,” Nolan says, but I shake my head.

I’m already wet enough, and I know that if I let him do that, he’ll take control again, and I want to set the pace this time.

I reach behind me, grabbing his dick and lining it up with my opening as I slowly sink down, taking him into my body inch by delicious inch.

“Fuck,” he hisses out as I slowly sink down until he’s fully seated inside of me. “You’re so wet. So fucking hot.”

I grin at him, resting my hands on his chest as I slowly roll my hips. We both moan with every rock of my hips, every in and out, every push and pull of his cock inside of my snug channel.

His hands go to my ass, groping the globes, using them to pull me down harder onto him. I pant as I grind against him, and he leans up, sucking one of my tits into his mouth.

He takes over, thrusting up from beneath me as our mouths fuse together, and I can feel myself starting to splinter apart around him as the pressure inside of me builds.

He hits a certain spot deep inside of me, and that’s all it takes to send me flying over the edge of the cliff into oblivion.

Nolan’s brow furrows in concentration as he grips my hips and drives into me in perfect precision.

Seeing him like that is intoxicating, and I can’t look away as he finds his own release inside of me.

He rolls us to our sides, and we both suck in a deep breath as he pulls me against his chest.

“Love you, Saffy,” he says, making me laugh.

“Love you too,” I tell him as I drape my arms around his shoulders.

I feel his lips brush against my forehead, and I smile as I cuddle into his side.

“I’m going to need to do that again,” he tells me, and I grin.

“Uh huh,” I agree.

“But first, I should probably feed you.”

“Just when I thought that you couldn’t get any more perfect,” I joke, and he grins. “My own knight in shining armor.”

“I’ll be anything that you need, Saffron,” he whispers against my lips, and I smile.

“The food can wait,” I whisper back, and he grins as I press my hips against him in invitation.

“Whatever you want, Saffy.”

And he proceeds to give me everything that I want.

All. Night. Long.