The Christmas Cookie Crush (Arcadian Falls Christmas #4)

Chapter 27

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Austin

“The famed North Pole locker room,” I say in hushed tones as Nora leads me inside. “I’ve heard about it but never seen it myself.”

She laughs and rolls her eyes like I’m being silly, heading to the small bank of lockers on the opposite wall. “It’s a square room with lockers and a bench. Not all that exciting.” Opening the locker, she fusses with a tote bag hanging from a hook, takes off her elf hat and ears, and toes off her shoes.

When she reaches for the hem of her dress, my breath catches. “I dunno,” I say, voice husky. “Seems pretty exciting to me.”

She grins at me over her shoulder before pulling her dress up and off, leaving her in a bra, thong, and white and green striped knee-high socks. Her ass looks biteable, her back pale and pristine, and I want so badly to touch her that I move before I even think about what I’m doing.

My hands glide over her skin, and she freezes in the act of pulling clothes out of the tote bag inside the locker. My fingers slip just under the top edge of her panties as I move my hands around from her hips to her front then up until I cup her breasts through the lace-covered satin of her bra. “This is pretty,” I whisper, bending to nip at her neck, enjoying her gasp.

She hums. “Thanks. I hoped you’d like it.”

“You wore a pretty bra for me?” One hand drops and grips her perfect ass cheek.

She presses back into my grip. “Of course. I knew you’d see it. I wasn’t going to wear my boring or ugly lingerie.”

I grin and press a kiss to the side of her throat, inordinately pleased that she wants to dress up for me. “I wouldn’t care if you did, though.” The sound she makes in response has my dick going from half to full hardness in a matter of seconds. “God, I want you,” I whisper.

Another groan that turns into a whimper as I move my hand from her ass to her lower belly and hold her in place while I grind against her, letting her feel what she does to me.

She casts a glance over her shoulder at the door. “Not here,” she whispers.

“Who’s going to come in?” A thrill zings through me at the thought of taking her here against the lockers.

Her lip caught between her teeth, she shakes her head. “Not here,” she repeats, pushing back against me and turning in my arms. She wraps her arms behind my neck and presses up, kissing me. I suck her lower lip into my mouth, biting gently. When I release it, her tongue is there waiting for me, and I deepen the kiss.

She hisses when I press her back against the lockers, and I immediately feel a little bad. Metal lockers are cold on bare skin.

Backing off, I offer her an apologetic smile, spreading my hands out on her bare back to keep her from touching the lockers and kiss her once more. “Sorry,” I murmur, then force myself to step away.

With a cheeky grin, she turns and pulls clothes out of her bag, slipping into them, then stuffing her feet into her boots as she shoves her costume into the bag. “I know that in books and movies it’s all sexy to get carried away and bang at work, but …” She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Even though it’s after hours, and everyone’s probably gone, it doesn’t seem worth the risk, you know? Especially in a town like Arcadian Falls. Everyone would know by morning. I couldn’t do that to my parents. And I can’t let you risk it either. You’re staying here and working with your grandparents, planning on possibly staying here forever.”

A lump forms in my throat at her words. Forever seems like such a long time. Do I really want to stay here forever? But I suppose that’s what taking over Give and Cake means.

The fact she’s that concerned about my reputation is sweet.

Stepping forward, I hold out my hand for her tote bag, then step close and kiss her once more. “Thank you.” Another quick kiss. “Let’s get out of here. I’ve been dying to get you naked for hours, and that little show didn’t do anything to make that better.”

She laughs as I tug her out of the locker room, through the now-empty ChristmasFest space, and out to my car. She fills me in on her day, telling me the whole story about the customer her mom shut down with just a look as well as the more memorable moments, like when she got the baby to stop crying and took an adorable picture, the toddler who wouldn’t stop petting Santa’s beard, and the little boy who saw the basket of candy canes, grabbed a whole handful, and took off, leaving a trail of dropped mini candy canes in his wake.

She finishes the last story as we step inside our room, her face lit up with laughter, and it’s got to be the most beautiful sight in the world. When she notices me looking at her, her smile fades into something softer, and she tilts her head to the side. “What?”

Shaking my head, I reach for her. “Nothing. You’re just beautiful is all.”

Her brows raise. “Thanks?”

Laughing, I shake my head again. “You’re welcome. I mean it, though. You’re really pretty. And you’re even more beautiful when you’re laughing and telling me stories. I just like it.”

Her eyes drop to my chest, but her smile remains, now a little shy but pleased. “Thank you,” she says again.

In response, I kiss her, my hand snaking up her back to slide under her hair and cradle the back of her head. She clings to me, returning my kiss and matching my passion. God, I can’t get enough of her. What am I going to do when she has to leave?

While I’m sure I’ll survive, I don’t want to think about that right now. The thought of being without her for weeks or months at a time makes my chest ache. I shouldn’t contemplate that while she’s here in my arms. I don’t want future thoughts of missing her to ruin the present.

She shoves my coat off my shoulders, and I drop my arms, shaking the sleeves off, then I return the favor, shucking her coat off her and tossing it away. It lands with a thunk, but I don’t know or care where. I just need to get to her skin.

Her sweater comes off next, followed by her bra, and she’s giggling into my mouth as I yank the straps from her arms, ruining the kiss.

Pulling back, I grin down at her, running my thumbs over her perfect pink nipples. She inhales sharply, so I do it again.

“You’re wearing too many cloooothes,” she moans, and I can’t help smiling. Releasing her, I reach back and grab my shirt behind my neck, pulling it up and over my head in one smooth move.

When I meet her eyes again, they’re dark with desire. “God, that’s so hot when you do that,” she whispers.

Still smiling—because having a gorgeous woman tell me that I’m hot when I get undressed is a huge ego boost, and I’m not above admitting it—I undo my pants and shove them off, then reach for her.

She steps toward me willingly, giggling when I half push, half toss her onto the bed. Reaching for the waistband of her yoga pants, I strip them off and toss them away as well, leaving us both perfectly naked.

I pause a second to take her in—sprawled and beautiful on the bed.

Propping herself up on her arms, she looks me up and down as well. “C’mere,” she whispers, and I do. I mean, how can I not when she’s looking at me like that?

I snag my pants and pull the condoms out of my pocket then climb onto the bed, running a hand up her leg as I go. She reaches for me, and I happily settle into her arms, hissing with pleasure that I have her naked and under me at last.

I drop a kiss on her lips but quickly move past that, dotting kisses on her jaw, nibbling her ear and making her gasp, her hips lifting under me, then I make my way down, over her throat, past her collarbone to her chest, kissing her sternum before moving to her nipples. I take my time, giving each one equal attention, loving the way she writhes when I suck hard or work them with my tongue.

She’s gasping and moaning by the time I’m done, kissing a trail over her belly and settling with my shoulders between her thighs. I kiss one thigh, then the other, then look up and meet her gaze. She’s watching me intently, her eyes wide, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Still holding her eyes, I move my mouth closer to her pussy, extend my tongue, and take a slow lick from bottom to top. She shudders at the contact, her head pushing back into the pillows, and I do it again.

I lap at her until she’s writhing, making little whimpering sounds that let me know she needs more. Focusing on her clit, I circle it with my tongue, then pull back and ease a finger inside her. At first I just move it in and out, but that doesn’t seem to do much for her, so I add another. Something I heard once about making a come here motion floats through my mind, so I try that and her response is electric, her muscles tightening, hips lifting, breath coming in gasps.

Yes, that’s the spot. I stay there, doing the same things until she gasps a hushed, “More,” that has me pressing harder, moving faster. After a moment I get, “Yes. That. Don’t stop. Don’t. Stop. Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop.” And then the words stop, and my only focus is getting her all the way there.

Her thighs tense, pressing against me, and then her pussy spasms around my fingers and against my tongue, pulsing rhythmically. Even so, I keep going until she starts pulling away. Then I give her one last slow swipe of my tongue before withdrawing and wiping my face on my arm.

She’s spread before me, one arm over her face, the other out to the side, the perfect picture of satisfied bonelessness.

Grinning, I crawl up the bed and settle next to her, gathering her to me, the friction of my dick dragging along the skin of her thigh and hip nearly enough to make me come.

I don’t, though.

After a second, she seems to come back to life again, nuzzling into me and sighing with contentment. “That was amazing,” she whispers into my chest.

“I’m glad,” I whisper back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

We lie tangled together in silence, but after a moment, she pushes back from me, putting some space between us. She has her lower lip caught between her teeth again, the corners of her mouth curling up. “What about you?” she whispers.

“What about me?”

In answer, she reaches for me, running a hand over my hip to my belly. My breath catches as she moves down, her fingers stroking my treasure trail before wrapping around my shaft and giving me a squeeze and a tug.

“Jesus,” I hiss.

She releases me, which has my eyes flying open again. Gently, she nudges my shoulder, urging me onto my back. She gathers her hair and pulls it over one shoulder then reaches for my dick again. Watching me, she strokes me a few times, then she leans over and— holy Jesus fuck —licks me from base to tip. After another lick, she takes me into her mouth, her tongue dancing over and around the head, finding a particularly sensitive spot on the underside that makes my abs jump.

With a hum of satisfaction, she does it again.

And then, fuck me , she starts to bob her head up and down, still sucking, her tongue still working, and if I weren’t already lying down, I’d collapse. It feels so good that I’m hardly aware of what I’m saying, a stream-of-consciousness narration of how good it feels combined with words that would’ve had me sitting in the bathroom with a bar of soap in my mouth if I said them as a kid.

When my balls draw up tight, I know I have to do something. Say something. Or I’m going to come in her mouth. And I don’t know if she’s okay with that. I was planning on rolling on a condom and finishing inside her, but this feels so amazing that it’s hard to get the words out. “Stop,” I manage to gasp. “Gonna come.”

She slows, which makes me whimper, pulling off and looking at me. “You want me to stop?” she asks, her voice husky, and I’m not sure if it’s a side effect of the amazing blowjob she’s giving me or her own emotion.

“I was about to?—”

“I know,” she whispers. “You can, you know. If you want.” Bending down, she gives me another lick and a little suck.

My whole body jerks, strung tight, my orgasm so close I could come from a stiff breeze at this point.

“You made me come with your mouth,” she murmurs, taking me into her mouth again for a brief second. “I want to make you come with mine.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please. Yes.”

And she sets back to work. In no time at all, lightning zips through my veins and out my cock, my whole body jerking with the intensity of it.

She stays with me until I’m finished, sitting up and running a finger under her lip, grinning at me. “There. Don’t you feel better?”

Jesus fuck. “Yes,” I groan. “So much better.”

Thank god we have all night.