Blame It On The Carols (Sugarplum Falls #6)

Nineteen | Aiden

Nineteen

Aiden

“Y ou can’t keep missing work because of me,” Makayla objected as I checked the doors one last time to make sure everything was locked up and secure.

Curtis had sent over extra security, and I’d talked to Jackie to let her know I wasn’t going to be there tonight. She touched base with those in town who were aware of what was going on and asked them to be extra vigilant. Kevin was in town, which meant he should be easy to spot—more or less. Unfortunately, there was always a lot of traffic from neighboring towns, especially the closer we got to Christmas.

“It’s fine. Your safety is the only thing that matters right now.”

I felt a little better after Tony insisted on having my house swept to make sure there were no cameras or tracking devices inside. Thankfully, everything was clean, and they were pretty confident that Kevin didn’t know where Makayla was right now. He obviously knew she was in Sugarplum Falls, but he wasn’t lurking outside of my house or the bar looking for her. We now had security monitoring both, just to be sure, as well as a team assigned to her mom. No one was taking any chances with this guy.

Tony was currently sitting outside, watching the house, while Patrick went to the mall to locate Kevin. More security detail had been sent in, but I didn’t bother trying to keep up with who was who at this point. Tony and Patrick were our main points of contact, and that was all we needed to know.

“I hate that this is even happening,” she said with a sigh. “I should be with my mom and the choir while they rehearse for tomorrow. Instead, I’m stuck hiding out at your house while they try to find this creep.”

I arched an eyebrow as I walked past the couch, stopping right in front of her.

“And being stuck at my place is such a bad thing?”

“You know what I mean.” She swatted my arm as a smile graced her lips for a split second.

I could see the worry on her face as I came around and sat next to her.

“It’s going to be okay, Mak. I promise. They will catch this bastard.”

She nodded, her lower lip trembled as she looked away.

I reached over and grabbed her, pulling her into my arms as she quickly fell apart. She cried against my chest, her body shaking as she finally let go. I rubbed my hand soothingly across her back until I felt her start to relax in my embrace.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, tilting her head up to look at me. “I shouldn’t have come here. I brought this mess with me and put everyone I love in danger.”

“Shhh,” I whispered, continuing to rub her back. “You didn’t put anyone in danger, Mak. It’s fine. We have people watching all over town to make sure this prick doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“I did,” she objected, pushing away from me just enough to force me to stop touching her. “My mom. The ladies in the choir. Anyone in this town who gets in his way. You.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. We’re all fine. And you definitely don’t have to worry about me. I’m more than—”

I stopped the moment her words hit my brain. Did she just confess she loved me?

I tilted my head and looked at her, watching the crimson wash over her face as she realized I just figured out what she hadn’t meant to say.

“Are you saying you love me, Makayla?”

She rubbed her lips and looked up at the ceiling as she pulled a slow, deep breath in.

“Yes. As much as I’ve tried not to, I can’t help it.” She wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“You love me?” I felt stupid for questioning it again, but I needed to hear her say it.

“Yes, you big goof. I love you. There. Are you happy?”

“You have no idea how happy,” I replied with a smile that spanned across my face. I reached forward and grabbed her, pulling against my chest again, but this time making sure she couldn’t get away.

“That still doesn’t change anything, Aiden. If anything, it just makes things harder.”

I groaned when she shifted beside me, her breast rubbing against my chest.

“Things are getting hard, that’s for sure.”

“I know. And this isn’t even the hardest it’s going to get.” She threw her hands in the air, completely oblivious to the situation happening just inches away from her in my pants. “It’s going to get so hard that we won’t be able to stand it. Then, out of nowhere—boom! It’ll all explode in our faces.”

I let my head fall back as a chuckle snuck out.

“What are you laughing at?” she whined, smacking me in the chest. “I’m being serious, Aiden. You don’t know how hard this is going to get.”

“I think I have an idea,” I replied, grabbing her hand and lowering it to my crotch.

Her eyes widened as her head whipped up to look at me.

“Aiden!” She laughed but didn’t bother removing her hand as I leaned back against the couch and locked my hands behind my head.

“What? I can’t help it. You rubbed your boob against my chest, and he got a mind of his own. Then you just kept going on about how hard things were going to get, and he took it as an invitation to demonstrate. However, I am fully on board with things exploding in our faces. I think we should definitely make that happen.”

“You’re the worst,” she teased, gently rubbing me through the thick fabric of my jeans.

“I’m actually the best if you remember correctly.”

She looked up and arched an eyebrow at me before leaning into my chest and continuing her torture on my cock that begged to be free.

“What was the record? Four or five orgasms for you in one night?”

“Six.” Her cheeks blushed the cutest shade of red as she looked away and focused on my cock. “There was that one that was right on the edge of the other, so it was like one super long, really intense orgasm.”

“That’s right.” I nodded my head, very clearly remembering that night. “That was when you first learned you could squirt.”

“And then you didn’t let me stop. It became your obsession to see how many times you could make it happen.”

“I think I reached pro status.”

“I don’t think there’s such a thing.”

“Well, then, I think we should make it a thing. We can start tonight. The first three rounds will be practice until we get back in the groove of things.”

“First three rounds ?”

I nodded again.

“At a minimum.”

“How many do you expect there will be?”

I glanced at my watch, checking the time.

“The night is still young. I’d say ten, at minimum.”

“I’m going to need another cup of coffee,” she joked.

“I can call Sam and request two black eyes if you’d like.”

“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

“I don’t joke about sex with you, Mak.”

“I thought it was Christmas people in this town didn’t joke about?”

“That’s everyone else. For me, I don’t joke about being balls deep inside of you as I fuck you senseless. I also don’t joke about beating my record of how many times I can make you come in one night.”

She licked her lips and then chewed the bottom one nervously.

“Why do I feel like I need to stretch or something before we get started?”

“Because your body remembers what I can do to it. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to stretch you real good as I eat your pussy in bed.”

I hopped off the couch and grabbed her hand, pulling her with me. When she didn’t move as fast as I wanted, I turned around and tossed her over my shoulder, carrying her fireman style to the bed. Fun times were to be had, which meant we didn’t have time to waste.