Sprinkle All The Way (Evergreen Lake: Under the Mistletoe)

Chapter 28

twenty-eight

NOAH

Waking up this morning with Violet’s naked body pressed against mine felt like a dream, but seeing her wearing nothing but my shirt as she sips a coffee and sports a messy bun might be better. She looks relaxed and deliriously happy and content. I can see a hickey on her neck peeking out from under my shirt, and one on her thigh when she readjusts her legs under her.

I’m about to take her coffee away from her and have my way with her again but the ring of her phone stops me.

“Shit, where’s my phone?” Her eyes widen as she springs off the couch, coffee spilling out over the rim of the mug.

“End table,” I tell her. “I plugged it in for you last night.” I try not to laugh at her as she scrambles for it before it stops ringing. I reach into the fort to grab my comforter, tossing it her way as she settles on the opposite end of the couch. She pulls it over her legs, handing me her coffee in the process before she swipes her phone to answer.

“Violet! Are you alive?” Her mom’s voice comes alive through the phone.

“Mom, if I wasn’t would you be able to see me?” She rolls her eyes and waves at the screen with her free hand .

“Take the phone away from your ear and look at the screen,” Iris chimes in.

“Right, there you are. Are you safe?” her mom asks.

This morning we woke up to several more feet of snow. Everyone is snowed in, so it’s good they canceled the festival. There’s a makeup day scheduled for New Year’s Eve, which gives us plenty of time to do other things.

“All safe, I’m with Noah,” she says, spinning herself and the camera around to show me. My body heats at the awareness of how shirtless I am, and the view of me on her phone only gets more damning when I notice the hickeys all over my chest from when she explored it with her mouth. Violet seems to notice the same thing I do when she quickly whips around and almost falls off the couch before I catch her.

“With Noah, are you?” I hear the accusation in Iris’s tone, but before Violet can respond her mom interjects.

“Stay there, Christmas is canceled tomorrow,” she tells them. “It’s too snowy to leave, I don’t want either of you risking it for a day on the calendar.”

“But Mom,” Iris starts.

“No, no fighting. We will do a makeup Christmas when this is all cleared up,” she says. “Do either of you need anything?”

“If we do, how are you going to get it to us? I don’t want either of you leaving either,” Violet argues.

“I saw on Facebook that Deputy Dennis is helping folks out, look out your window he might be out there,” she says as Violet glances at me and points to the window.

I follow the silent cue, petting Simon on his tree as I look out the window. Just like her mom said, I see the deputy shoveling paths. It reminds me to check in on Sydney. After the pet benefit Violet got the scoop from Iris—apparently Sydney and the deputy had something going on. It seems that might not be a thing anymore based on whispers Iris has heard. Violet checked in on her the other day, bringing her some cookies, in case she needed anything. Violet said she was really sad, but she didn’t want to talk about it. I should start putting more of an effort in with her since I haven’t, and my guilt lingers about that.

Violet is still talking to her family, and I settle on the couch, sticking my cold feet under her blanket with a small yelp from her when I touch her skin.

“What’s on your neck, Vi?” Iris asks once their mom is done talking about the plan for the next week.

Her face flushes bright red and I try not to laugh when she pulls the blanket to her chin and yells, “Nothing. I’ll talk to you later, love you and Merry Christmas.” Then she ends the call and tosses her phone between us, burying her face in her hands.

“I should not have answered that call with the video on,” she mumbles into her hands.

“Yeah, maybe not,” I say, giving into my laughter as I reach for her. Slipping under the comforter I find her hips, gripping and pulling her onto my lap. She yelps at the quick change of position, removing her face from her hands and wrapping her arms around my neck. The heat of her on my lap warms my body and I think of how easily I could slip out of my pants and into her in this position.

My face and hardening cock must give me away because she takes this opportunity to grind against me as she brings her mouth to the base of my neck. I groan as she sucks at the pulse point there, guiding her hips to move faster over me.

“We should make a plan for Christmas now,” she says between kisses as her lips find their way to my jaw, sending shivers down my spine and straight to my cock.

“It’s tomorrow,” I argue, encouraging her to move faster and moving my hands up under the shirt she’s wearing until the lace of her underwear is against my skin. The contrast of her smooth skin and the texture of the lace make me want to rip them off until I’m met with nothing but smoothness.

“Still, we’re stuck here. You don’t even have a tree,” she argues, finally reaching my mouth and covering it with hers. I can taste the coffee when she slips her tongue into my mouth and my cock is begging to be surrounded by her again.

“Can you make a plan while I fuck you?” I ask, not wanting to wait another second. She’s not going to settle before there’s a plan, but I don’t want us to get distracted afterward.

“Multitask? Sure, yeah, let’s do that,” she gasps, picking up her pace above me.

That’s all the confirmation I need before I swipe the comforter on to the floor, laying her on the couch under me. Her shirt falls above her waist and I can see she’s already soaked through her underwear. “You’re already so wet for me, Vi,” I say, dragging my finger from her entrance to her clit through her underwear, pushing with my thumb when I reach the spot that makes her lift her hips off the couch.

“Fuck, Noah,” she gasps, and hearing my name on her lips fills my heart with so much pride and frustration that I’ve missed out on years of this. “Please fuck me,” she mewls, arching further into my touch.

“Make your plan, and I will,” I tease, moving off the couch and into the fort where there’s a box of condoms. Reemerging with one in hand I stand next to the couch and slowly lose my sweatpants. “I don’t hear any plans,” I say as I settle on to the couch between her thighs.

“Right, plans,” she nods, looking confused like she’s unsure of what the word means. “First a tree. Do you have one hidden away?”

“No,” I tell her, pumping myself once before opening and rolling the condom down my length. She watches me with hungry eyes, and I want to see how far she can get before she loses the ability to speak.

“Cat tree turned Christmas tree?” she asks through a gasp as I hook my fingers in her underwear and slide them down her legs.

“Sure, I think there’s a box of ornaments somewhere,” I tell her, kissing the top of her foot as I finish removing her underwear. I toss them to the floor and rest her ankle on my shoulder, opening her up and seeing where she’s soaked and ready for me.

“Perfect. Food?” she asks, moving her hips up seeking the friction I haven’t given her yet.

“I’ll cook us a big breakfast today and tomorrow,” I tell her, knowing I have plenty of breakfast food in my kitchen, and less dinner related items.

“Okay, presents?” She quickly moves on to the next thing as I lift her other leg and rest it on the back of the couch, moving forward and brushing the head of my cock along her center. She moans at the contact, throwing her head back and fully exposing the hickey that was partially hidden.

“What about…” I start, but trail off as I coat myself in her wetness and line the head of my cock at her entrance. Slowly pushing into her I continue as she writhes underneath me “...we find presents around here.” I look down and see the head disappear into her and I’m already on the brink of collapse, but I don’t want this to be over too fast. When she doesn’t reply, I start to pull out.

She whines, and I tsk before she finds words. “That works. Please Noah,” she begs.

Finally putting us out of our misery, I sink into her on the last syllable of my name, turning it into a scream. I drop and bracket my hands around her head, bringing the leg around my shoulder with me and folding her in half until my balls hit her heat.

We let out twin moans and I force myself to stay still inside her, soaking up the warmth and tightness around my cock.

“Anything else?” I ask, slowly pulling out of her, but not all the way.

“For what?” she fumbles over her words, her chest heaving. “Oh right, Christmas. Nope, that covers it,” she rushes through the sentence as one hand moves her shirt up to her chin, exposing her breasts to the cool air and see they’re already perfectly pebbled. “Now fuck me—oh fuck,” she screams as I take one of her nipples into my mouth and thrust into her.

We don’t waste any more time planning after that as I lose control when she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. She’s anything but quiet as I pick up the pace and kiss anywhere I can find bare skin. I want to mark every part of body and erase anyone that’s ever touched her before. I need to make up for the time we’ve lost, but I’m not sure anything will ever be enough.

When she reaches between us to touch her clit, her walls tighten around me as her orgasm rapidly approaches with mine not far behind it. I fuse her mouth with mine right when she comes apart, swallowing her moans and triggering my own release. I spill into the condom and slow down my thrusts as she works herself through her release, our heaving breathing the only sounds in the room.

I finally pull out of her and fall onto the couch. I might need food because I’m starting to feel lightheaded and I realize I haven’t eaten much in the past twenty four hours.

“Breakfast?” she asks, standing and wobbling on her feet. I reach out to catch her, pulling her to my side and keeping her upright.

“Breakfast, but bathroom first,” I agree, holding on to her as I stand, not wanting to also wobble. I wrap her in my arms for one last kiss before leading us to the bathroom.