The Santas Who Stole Me (Stolen #1)

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

KEEPER

A warm hand wraps around my neck, and Georgie’s leg is thrown across mine. She started kicking in her sleep, her demons threatening to come to the surface, so I pulled her close, and she settled without waking, melting into my body. She’s so tiny and soft, the contrast of how she feels next to me overwhelming, but a perfect fit. Images of her last night flash in my head, her face painted with terror. She was lost in it, and I was desperate to bring her back. All of her fight from the first time we met was gone. I was going to kill that asshole before, but after last night, that’s not going to be enough. I know he was the reason she was panicked and sick.

Georgie’s breathing kicks up, and I realize she’s awake. She doesn’t pull back or jerk away like I was expecting. Instead, her fingers draw tiny circles on my chest. “No more Santa suit?”

“Did you like it?”

She offers a ‘hmm’ in response, and I feel her breath against my skin.

“This is my favorite time of year.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”

“About last night…”

I hold my breath, bracing myself for the truth she might bare. I have no idea why she would share anything with me, but I want her to. I am desperate to see everything inside her and cover it up with my protection. Seeing her last night, it’s easy to put together that something fucked her up. Or someone. If she wants to tell me, I’ll listen. If there is a way for me to take some of her burden, I’ll do it. My hand runs over her hair and cups her face, and when she glances up at me and our eyes meet, she casts them back down before she begins speaking.

“The first time I escaped Chad he found me. I had already tried all the legal options to get away before that. I couldn’t get anywhere because of his position at the bureau. He has a lot of friends. Or enemies he blackmails. He claimed I was crazy, depressed, whatever to make it look like he was helping me, and no one believed me. When he found me, he stuck me in a dark closet in his house for a week. I think, maybe longer, I couldn’t tell the time. It was pitch black. I only had a bucket, some water, and crackers. Of all of it, being locked alone with my thoughts for so long was the most awful. I lay there waiting for him to come kill me and half-praying he would. It caused the night terrors. Not every night, but often enough. The darkness of the room set me off, too, I don’t like the dark.”

I clench my jaw and blink the red out of my vision. He is dead. But I shove my rage down. This isn’t about me; it’s about her, and I want to make her feel safe. “And I put you in a dark trunk and chains. Kitten, please forgive me, I didn’t know. I’ve been doing this so long I got caught up. Fuck.” My voice wavers at how much hurt that caused her.

“I’m fine. I’m always fine,” she says, hushing me like I’m the one who needs consoling.

Her words land in my gut like a sucker punch. She shouldn’t have to be fine; she’s precious and deserves love and safety. Everything should be more than fine.

“I’m so fucking sorry. We will make sure he won’t ever touch you again.” From the moment she stepped toward me and accepted my help, she was mine. Whether she wants to be or not. “I’m proud of you,” I tell her, nuzzling my face into the top of her head. Not giving a shit that I inhale her hair. It’s a mix of my shampoo and her sweet scent.

“Why?”

“Because you kept fighting, kept going. You could have given up, but you didn’t.” She looks at me and I love her attention as she considers my words. The truth is I saw something in her on that rooftop. I fucked up with the trunk move, but I was desperate to keep her. I shouldn’t have taken her, but I’m selfish enough not to say that out loud. I honestly don’t know if she would run the second she’s alone, but I want her to stay.

Her head burrows deeper in my chest. I don’t want her to hide from me. I lift my hand to tell her she doesn’t need to worry about anything. She flinches and rears back from my touch. Georgie squeezes her eyes shut. My hand pulls away from her face, and I freeze. Fuck, she’s scared of me. Of all the terrible things I’ve seen in this life that flinch tops the list of things that churn my gut.

“Look at me, Georgie.”

She exhales and reluctantly peeks at me under her dark lashes.

Suddenly, in this moment, my obsession for her grows tenfold. The clench in my chest takes me off guard. I take a deep breath, imagining this pain is what you feel when you are having a heart attack. I ignore the pounding knowing her closeness is worth my heart giving out.

“My hands will never hurt you.” I trace her lips with my fingertips wanting to cover them and suck them. Would she let me? She shared part of her past. I have so much more to learn about Georgia Davis. I don’t want to scare her, but the need to make her safe takes over. I can do that; make her feel so good she never questions her safety here.

“I won’t hold my breath.” The soft tone she uses doesn’t match her words.

I know what Georgie needs before she does.

Her eyes twinkle with a challenge, and my mouth is on her before I can think of the consequences. She tastes like mint and citrus, and it’s what I’ve been looking for. I shouldn’t push her, but our kiss is fueled when she moves her tongue. Kissing me back with the fire I know is under her skin even if it’s hidden from her past. When she all but practically dared me to steal her off the rooftop, I saw it then, and it radiates from our connection now. Rolling her onto her back I break our kiss. She’s heavy lidded and her chest is rising and falling beneath mine.

“Kiss me again, Keeper.”

The rough and sexy sound of the way she says my name makes me want to burst into tiny pieces all over. Shifting her legs out, she settles them on either side of my body, and my hard-on pushes into her. Her nipples pebble through the thin shirt, and she wraps her hand around the back of my neck. I take it as an invitation to press closer. Our teeth clash, and I claim her mouth with my tongue, silently vowing to claim the rest of her body and taste every inch of her. I’ll show her how good my hands can make her feel. I know whatever it is now, or in the future, I won’t deny her. Whatever she needs is hers.

She grinds her pussy into my dick, and her wetness seeps through my gym shorts.

“Tell me what you want?” I say, studying her face. I want her more than anything in my life. But that prick did a number on her, and I don’t want to add to it. I need to tread carefully with my little kitten.

She nods.

“Say it.”

“I want you.” Her finger rubs a circle on the back of my neck where her hand is still resting and she rocks her hips into me again, all I can do is groan.

Using my arms I push up enough to reach the hem of her shirt and rip it over her head. Her tits bounce when she settles back down on the mattress. They must be a size D, maybe double, perfectly round and making me salivate. Her back arches when I run my thumb over one of her dark nipples. I memorize the curves and the shade of her creamy white skin. My tongue flicks across her nipple before lowering my mouth and sucking it hard.

She gasps and keeps thrusting her pussy on me, trying to find friction. Her eyes plead, but I make her wait, playing with her tits longer, alternating between sucking them and pulling on them. Finally she has enough. “Please, Keeper.”

“You don’t beg me. Demand what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“Make me come.”

Her voice drips with desperation that I want to lap up. I move off the bed, her hand reaching for me, but I’m too quick. Wrapping my hand around her ankle, I yank her to me, forcing her round ass to half hang off the end of the bed.

She lets out a little squeal.

“Spread for me, show me where you need me.” I can’t help but palm my dick through my shorts. As she stares at me squeezing my hard-on, more of her juices seep from her slit. When she opens her legs, I bend her knees, placing her feet on either side of her ass. Her pussy is perfect, with a small trail of brown hair that lines her pink lips. Her clit is swollen, and I won’t make her wait for a release. “Wider.”

Placing her hands on her knees, she pushes her legs down to comply.

Kneeling before her I inhale her dizzying scent. My tongue spears into her pussy, and my mouth is overtaken with sweetness. I didn’t realize how starved I was until this moment, and I know Georgie will be the only one to ever fulfill this thirst. “This one taste of you and I’m ready to blow, kitten.” I trail my thumb over her clit and slowly rub her sensitive nub, keeping my tongue flicking in and out of her pussy.

She moans and writhes under my mouth.

“Don’t move your feet, I want to be as deep in you as I can. Play with your tits.”

She does as she’s told like a good kitten, and two of her fingers pull on her nipple hard. I take note of how she likes it. A small pinch, then a slight twist.

“Oh my God, Keeper. Fuck, that feels so good.”

“You’re already dripping. I hope you drown me when you come.” I swipe two fingers down her slit, then spread my fingers into a V at the base of her pink lips. I keep my fingers there, pulling her pussy apart, giving me more access to her clit. She starts panting, and I move my tongue inside of her walls. I keep going down and run my tongue on the edge of her ass. Slipping it in just a little on that bundle of nerves. “Have you ever been fucked back here?” I circle the puckered spot with my finger. It looks like a tiny rose bud. I apply pressure and she starts to squirm. I like that she can’t keep still.

“No.” She shakes her head and lifts her brow in an invitation. I tilt her ass up to get better access and spit right on the opening of her hole. I watch as it dribbles down between her cheeks. I rub my fingers in a circle to mix my spit and some of her juices before working my finger in her ass while she lets out a scream.

“Push out, it will let me in. I’ll make it so good for you.”

“It’s tight,” she protests but does what I asked, giving me more room to slide in a second finger.

I slowly scissor them, getting my mouth back to work on her pussy.

She’s so close and whispering my name over and over in between her heavy breaths.

I suck her clit and glance at her face when her orgasm washes over her. Like I hoped, I almost drown in her cream, lapping up as much of her sweetness as I can. My mouth stays on her while she comes down. I move my fingers in one last circle, pulling a second orgasm out of her and a loud moan. I kiss her slit once more before pulling my fingers out of her ass, the wet sound of it filling the room.

Her legs collapse, and she pushes her hair back off her sweaty face.

When I stand to pull my shorts off, my dick springs up, hitting my abs. At the sight of me, her little mouth pops open.

“Close your mouth before I fuck it. I’m dying to come, but I want to blow in your pussy. We aren’t done.”

She snaps her mouth shut with a whimper, and I crawl over her, my dick so hard it scrapes across her legs, smearing precum across her skin before settling over her wetness.

Shifting my weight, I lean toward the nightstand and pull out a condom.

“I’m clean and on birth control.”

The mention of birth control makes me grind my teeth. I want my seed inside her for good. The thought of making her mine forever with a baby in her belly makes me so hard. I rub her belly, imagining what it would be like with our baby inside. It would be perfection.

“I am clean too; do you trust me? Look at me. Tell me again,” I say while lining myself up.

She does as she is told and snaps her attention from my cock up to my eyes. “Fuck me,” she demands with her lips parting, and she’s watching as I slip into her, holding her breath.

I go slow at first, inch by inch. She hisses with my last thrust, and I give her a chance to stretch out around me.

“Are you ready for me to move, kitten?”

“I’m all yours,” she whispers and pushes herself up, giving me a new angle to go deeper.

I move methodically in and out of her until both of our bodies are shiny with a layer of sweat, alternating between kissing her mouth and her neck. The room fills with the sounds of our skin hitting and the wetness between us, and it will be on a loop in my mind forever. My new favorite soundtrack reminding me of how deep I can go to join us together. When she can’t take anymore her walls tense and spasm around me, sending me over the edge after her. I pour into her with a grunt as she keeps milking me, her eyes flutter and her face full of bliss.

When she comes down again, I kiss her mouth hard and pull out of her.

A lazy smile crosses her face, and she watches me finger my cum in and out of her.

“What are you doing?”

“Putting me back inside. How do you feel?” I should feel guilty for taking her so soon. But she’s mine now. Her cheeks grow pink as she watches my fingers. The sight has me hard again. I glance at the clock on the bedside table. It’s breakfast time, and my day is clear to find the agent and plan his bloody death. My balls tighten at the thought. Maybe this is going to help me get over my murder slump, which I refuse to call a midlife crisis, as Calum referred to it.

“Is this the part where you tell me you hope to see me around, but you need to get to work so I slip out the back door?” she asks in a sleepy voice, noticing where my gaze went to clock on the table.

I push the thoughts of the contents of that drawer and my browser history out of my mind. I need to focus on her. She has to pick me. I’ll take the best care of her and our babies.

“Nope, not done with you yet, kitten.” I push the thought of never being done away before I lose my mind and declare what I have planned for us. I need to bottle up my need for her until she is ready to hear it. I trace her bottom lip with my tongue before stealing her breath with another kiss.

She squeals as I hold her tiny body and carry her to the tub, whispering in her ear how perfect she is. I hold her with one arm while I set up the bathtub and help her in, turning on the jets.

“I’ll get some girly bath shit for you.”

“This feels amazing. I haven’t had a bath in ages.” She seems to be enjoying herself, so I wonder why she doesn’t do this regularly. Baths aren’t my thing, but Calum likes them.

“Do you only have a shower at your place?”

“Something like that.”

I don’t press what she means, sensing I’ve pulled enough trauma out of her for a day. Hopefully the orgasms made up for it, but I better give her another just to be on the safe side.