Dancing in Lake Mistletoe (Lake Mistletoe #4)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Dutch

M indi returns to find me, already four chocolate chip cookies and half of a glass of milk in. She sits on the edge of the coffee table. Her gaze falls to mine.

“I was just about to jump into the shower if Santa wants to join me before stuffing the stockings and unloading the gifts,” she says before standing and pulling her shirt over her head.

I set the cookies aside and stand as she sneaks around the corner and darts into my bedroom. Dropping the shirt in the hallway.

I kick off my shoes and turn off the kitchen light before following.

I find her already in the shower, and I quickly undress and drop my lounge pants on the floor by hers.

She doesn’t turn around as I open the glass door and watch as she lathers shampoo in her hair.

“Are you coming?” she asks over her shoulder.

I slip in behind her and bring my lips to her ear. “I plan to.”

She leans back into my chest and blinks up at me as the soap from her hair slides down between our bodies.

“I’ve been a very good girl this year,” she teases.

“Is that right?”

She closes her eyes and steps forward into the hot spray.

“Where are you going?” I brush her hair to the side and bring my lips to her neck.

“Nowhere. I was just rinsing,” she whispers as she steps back into me.

My hands rest on her hips, and I pull them back so she can feel my arousal. Then, they slide around to her stomach as I nibble on her ear.

A whimper escapes her as my hands continue to explore her bare skin.

I stroke the underside of her breasts before taking their weight into my palms. I feel her knees go weak as the pads of my thumbs brush her nipples.

“Dutch,” she moans.

“You like that, baby?” I roll the tender peaks between my fingers.

“Yes.”

I feed one knee between her legs to steady her, and her body trembles at the contact.

She reaches out and plants a hand on the shower wall for support and bears down on my knee.

“Ahhhh,” she cries, and a needy moan rises in her throat.

That’s all it takes. I lift her and spin her around. Her back hits the tiles, and I cover her mouth with mine.

The kiss grows wild as I lose hold of my control, and I sink my teeth into her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. I take the opportunity to suck her tongue into my mouth hungrily. She wraps her arms around my neck and tugs at my wet hair as our tongues wrestle.

I tear my mouth from hers, and the heat in her eyes sears me as they move down my body. My hands begin kneading her swollen breasts again, and she leans her head back, giving my mouth access to her throat. I kiss a trail down her collarbone, and she sighs when my teeth graze one of her nipples. I suck it into my mouth.

After a few moments, I release her breast and slide one hand up the inside of her thigh.

She cries out when my fingertips find her swollen entrance.

I lay my forehead against hers as I sink a finger inside of her.

“Fuck, Mindi, you’re so ready for me,” I groan.

She grabs my shoulders as I add a second finger.

“So hot and wet,” I murmur against her skin.

She buries her head in my neck, and her breathing becomes erratic.

“Please,” she begs as she digs her nails into my flesh. “Dutch.”

“I want to taste you,” I say as I sink to my knees.

I kiss a path from her chest down to her belly button as I continue to slowly pump my fingers in and out of her.

When my mouth reaches my fingers, I spread her open, and my tongue darts out and licks. A shudder climbs up her body as I suck her clit deep.

I feed one of her legs over my shoulder to get better access, and I press a hand into her stomach to hold her steady before I bury my face in her heat and start to lap at her like a starving man.

She pants and grabs my hair, holding me where she wants me.

My tongue finds her opening, and I thrust it in and out while my thumb runs circles over her clit. She lifts her hips to meet me as she rides my tongue.

She’s so close. I feel her walls tighten around my tongue.

I pinch her clit, and that’s all it takes for her to fall over the edge.

One minute, she’s screaming my name as she comes, and the next, she’s sinking to her knees before me.

“Your turn, Santa,” she says as she takes my cock in her hand and tugs lightly before wrapping her lips around me.

I groan as her tongue rolls around the swollen head a few times before she opens and sucks me in fully. I fist her hair as she grips my thighs. And I watch as she relaxes, and I thrust steadily in and out of her hot little mouth. Her tongue swirls as she takes me deeper and deeper.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” I warn, but she doesn’t release me.

My body stiffens, and I groan her name as she swallows every drop.

We dry off and dress, and then we walk back out into the living room, peeking into Josie’s room on the way.

Mindi takes the stockings from the mantel and begins to load them with fruits, nuts, and candy while I sneak the wrapped gifts that have been hidden away in the garage through the back door and pile them under the tree.

Once everything is in place, she helps me finish off the cookies and dispose of the carrots before we settle in front of the fire. She cuddles into my side, and her head rests on my shoulder.

Content.

“Soma offered me a job,” she whispers.

Confused, I look down at her. “A job? I thought you guys were finished?”

“We are. At least, this production is wrapped, but she’s the artistic director for Ballet Idaho, and they have a soloist position open,” she says carefully. “The company isn’t as big as my current one, but the pay’s about the same. And I, um … well, I didn’t accept it or anything.”

“Where’s Ballet Idaho?” I ask, my heart pounding against my damn chest.

“Boise,” she says.

Boise. Just over two hours from here.

“Would you have to live there?”

“Not all the time. I’d need to be close during performance season, and if I’m cast in a particular production, I might have to travel some. But they do allow for remote training and rehearsals.”

“Are you considering it?” I ask.

“Yes. I’d have to finish my contract with ABT. And give them a four-week notice to transfer. So, I’d have to return to New York until March.”

“Do it,” I say without thinking.

Her eyes go wide.

“I mean, if it’s what you want.”

“Is it what you want?” she asks.

“I want you. However that looks. Here, Boise, New York. Whatever we have to do,” I tell her.

Her eyes fill with tears. “You do?”

I bring my hands to the sides of her face. “More than anything. I even wished on a damn snowflake.”

She laughs as the tears start to fall.

And I kiss away every single one.

I can’t wait for Josie to wake up so I can tell her that Santa granted her Christmas wish too.