Mr. Naughty And Mrs. Nice

Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

Jemma

I t’s snowing when I wake up with Quinn’s big arms around me. I’m filled with a sense of awe and gratitude at all of the unlikely events that have led me to this moment. Meeting Quinn in the store… Taking a chance and coming to Vermont… Everything working out so perfectly…

It’s a true Christmas miracle. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

I have tears of happiness in my eyes when Quinn wakes up, groaning and stretching, but still not wanting to let me go. His hair is all messy, which is absolutely adorable. I smooth it to the side, but it flicks right back up.

“Happy Christmas Eve,” he says as he kisses my shoulder. We’re still both naked from last night and our limbs are all entwined under the soft sheets.

We look out the large window, admiring the beautiful sight of all those snowflakes drifting down.

My mind quickly moves on from the stunning Vermont scenery to the hot hulking man in my arms.

“Are your parents and sister early risers?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“They’re probably all hungover in bed right now. Or, on the bathroom floor more likely.”

“Are you an early riser?”

He looks me up and down with a growl and then lifts the bed sheets, showing me his rock hard dick. “I am now.”

We spend the next forty minutes making the headboard slam against the wall. I’m on my back with my legs wrapped around him, moaning like a whore as he drives his big meaty cock into my pussy over and over and over again like a jackhammer. Merry Christmas to me.

After I coat his cock with my cream and he fills my pussy with his hot cum, we roll out of bed and stagger downstairs to the coffee machine.

I still can’t believe this man is mine. I’m leaning against the counter, sipping on my coffee, watching him with a smile on my face. He’s standing at the oven making scrambled eggs, his shoulders looking huge in his bathrobe. His hair is still sticking up—I’m kind of digging it—and he keeps yawning like he hadn’t slept a wink last night. I know he barely did. I kept him up all night long.

“Tired?” I ask him. I’m not. I’m full of energy. This man is getting all of my adrenaline going.

“I’m good,” he says with a grin. “It always takes a minute for the coffee to kick in.”

I run my hand down his back and onto his ass. “If you want to take a nap, let me know.”

His brown eyes turn heated as he looks me up and down in my bathrobe. “I want to do a lot of things in that bed with you, but napping isn’t one of them.”

“What do you want to do?” I ask, getting a little excited.

He’s about to tell me, but the front door opens.

You gotta be kidding me! Already?

“Good morning,” Linda says in a groggy voice. Mitch heads right upstairs to his room without saying a word.

I’m expecting Quinn’s mom to be all prim and proper like the other times I’ve seen her, but she looks like she’s had a night. She’s holding her head and looking a little green.

“I’m going to bed,” she says, looking a little unsteady.

Quinn laughs. “Was it the Schnapps, the Baileys, or the wine?”

“It was all three,” she says, looking full of regret. “And tequila.”

“Oh god,” I say with a wince. “Can I get something for you?”

She turns around and shuffles out of the room with her head hung low. “A time machine would be nice.”

Willow returns when we’re eating the eggs, turkey bacon, and toast. She doesn’t look hungover. She looks like she’s on cloud nine.

“Did you have fun?” I ask with a grin as I bite into a crispy piece of turkey bacon.

She exhales as she sits down, a huge smile on her face. “This wasn’t like the other times… I don’t know. Something is different.”

“With Chris?” Quinn asks, his forehead all scrunched up. “I thought you didn’t want to date him because he was too immature.”

“He was,” she says, getting that dreamy look in her eyes. Uh oh. She’s fallen hard. I can tell. “I don’t know. I’m going to take a shower.”

She grabs a piece of turkey bacon and heads up to her room.

“What should we do today?” I ask when we’re alone once again. “I don’t think your family is going to be up for anything.”

“What would you like to do?”

“Something Christmas related,” I say. “Maybe sliding, or going to a holiday market, or shopping for toys and donating them to a toy drive.”

He grins at me. “How about all three?”

“Really?” I thought boyfriends hated doing stuff like that…

“Let’s do it,” he says with a smile. “There’s always a holiday market set up in the community center. After we can go to the toy store beside the diner and load up the car. I’m sure we’ll find a toy drive somewhere and then we can go sliding on the hill behind the elementary school. I’ll show you where I fell off the roof of the school and broke my arm in grade five.”

“You broke your arm?” I say with a chuckle. With those strong biceps it certainly doesn’t look like it.

“I’ll tell you all about it on the drive down there.”

His phone rings on the table and he sighs before picking it up. “Sorry, I’ll be quick.”

“No worries,” I say.

“Taylor here,” he says. I can hear the urgent muffled voice on the other end talking about securing a deal. I lean in closer and think I hear something about the paperwork having to be done this afternoon.

My stomach sinks, knowing our perfect Christmas afternoon was too good to be true.

“I’m going to have to pass,” Quinn says. “If you want to wait, we can talk about it in January.”

“ It can’t wait ,” I hear the guy say. “ It’s now or never .”

“Sorry, Damon,” Quinn says. “It’s not going to happen today. I’m out.”

The guy freaks out, but Quinn hangs up the phone. “I guess you don’t have any snow pants with you? We can pick some up in town.”

“Who was that?”

“Oh, just a contact. I was working out a deal with him, but… It’s fine.”

“Do you need to work today?” I say, really hoping he doesn’t. “It’s okay if you do.”

“To tell you the truth, Jemma,” he says as he looks at me with the most loving look I’ve ever seen. “Last week, I would have dropped everything to secure that deal. I tried to cancel coming home to get this deal done, but my mother wouldn’t let me.” He laughs. “But right now, more than anything, I just want to spend the afternoon with you. Seeing your gorgeous smiling face is worth more to me than any amount of money. I’m happy to let it go and have a fun Christmas afternoon with my girl.”

I walk over to him, slide onto his lap, wrap my arm around his broad shoulders, and kiss his sexy lips even though I probably taste like coffee and turkey bacon. I’m too smitten to care.

“Thank you,” I whisper as I rest my cheek on his chest. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

He wraps his big comforting arms around me and holds me tight.

“Ready for a Christmas afternoon straight out of a movie?” he asks.

I laugh as I melt against him. “I thought you’d never ask.”