Wild Christmas (Wild Heart Mountain: Wild Rider’s MC #17)

13. Freya

13

FREYA

T he words dance on the page, but I can’t concentrate enough for them to stick in my head. I pull the woolen blanket around me and pull the heater closer to the armchair. Aunt Maxine wasn’t expecting me to come back here while she was away, and there’s no wood for the wood burner. I should go out and get some from the woodshed, but it’s snowing now and I can’t find the energy to move.

Instead I close the book and stare at my hands as thoughts of Nate tumble through my head. My chest aches, and I didn’t realize how deeply I’d fallen for him and his two little girls.

It will be better to get away from here, to go back to France and forget about the geeky mountain man biker who I should never have kissed.

Music blares out in the quiet street, and I jerk my head up to the window. Someone’s playing Mariah Carey, and usually it’s my favorite Christmas song but I don’t want to hear it right now. Wrapping the blanket around my shoulders, I pad over to the window and peek through the blinds.

The snow’s coming down in a steady flutter, and something flashes in the snow. I wipe condensation from the window and peer out.

Laser lights dance on the snow-covered ground, coming from a familiar-looking speaker on Aunt Maxine’s front yard. A huge bike just like Nate’s is parked out front. My heart leaps into my throat.

“Nate?” I scramble to the front door and pull it open just as the beat kick in. That’s when I see him.

Nate’s in his biking leathers and Wild Riders MC jacket. A Santa hat sits at a jaunty angle on his head, and he’s got his hand over his heart as he sings along to Mariah Carey.

I bark out a laugh, because this is so far from the serious head-in-a-computer Nate that I’ve come to know.

“What are you doing?” I take a few steps down to the yard, and he sashays over to meet me. He actually sashays with his hips swinging and arms in the air.

“Dance with me, Freya.” He offers a hand out to me.

“What is this?”

“It’s me apologizing for being an ass. You ran off before I could explain how I feel.”

I can barely speak, and my chest feels tight. I don’t dare to hope. “And how do you feel?”

He beckons with his hand. “Mariah explains it better than me. ”

As the chorus kicks in, I take his hand. Nate spins me across the yard, and he moves surprisingly well for someone who claims not to dance.

He pulls me toward him and grasps me around the waist.

“I’ve been in love with you ever since I saw your pictures online. That might sound creepy. I told myself that was creepy and tried to ignore my feelings. But then you arrived at my house and you smile all the time and you make me laugh and you make me want to goddamn dance. I tried not to love you, Freya, but it’s damn impossible. You make me want to laugh, you make me want to smile, you make me want to dance every day for the rest of my life if that’s what it takes to have you by my side.

“I’m not good with people, but with you, I’m a better version of myself. You make me want to be the kind of man who dances in the snow at Christmas.”

We’ve stopped moving now, and I stare up at his earnest hopeful face.

“Please say you’ll come back. Not as the nanny but as my life partner. I love you, Freya, and I want you in my life always.”

His words are everything I didn’t know I needed to hear. My heart melts and my breathing steadies. This is where my home is. On the mountain with Nate and the two girls I’ve come to love as much as their father.

“Yes,” I say. “I want that too, Nate. I want to be with you and the girls.”

Relief crosses his face and he smiles, making his dimples dance in his cheeks .

“I’m sorry I brought up everything with the girls earlier. You know you’re the only father Maisie will ever know.”

He steps back and reaches for this backpack that’s leaning against his bike. “I’ve been thinking about that too.”

He grabs the foil package with the DNA test out of it. “It doesn’t matter if I supplied half the DNA or not. Maisie is mine, and I don’t need a test to prove it.”

He crushes the package in his hands and something inside snaps. “I was worried for ages that some asshole might turn up to try to claim her. But let him come. I’ve got four years of caring for my baby girl that proves I’m her dad. I don’t give a shit if some fucking DNA says otherwise.” He saunters to the trashcan by the side of the house and chucks the test in. “Maisie is mine as much as Dora is, as much as any of the kids we’re gonna have are.”

My eyes go wide in surprise as a tingling feeling spreads inside me. “You want more kids?”

He crinkles up his nose. “They’re messy and unpredictable and no good for my white walls.” His hand slides around my waist, and he draws me to him. “But they’re also surprising and sweet and the most wondrous pieces of tech I’ve ever come across. If you want to fill my cabin with kids, I’m all for it.” His words, whispered against my neck, spark a delicious tug deep in my belly. “Maybe we should start straight away.”

He pulls back to look at me, and his eye are hooded. “If that’s what you want.”

He kisses me, softly at first as I surrender to his lips on mine, then more urgent as warmth spreads through us against the biting cold of the snow.

Then his hands are on my waist and on my hips and the kiss becomes urgent and needy. He steps me backwards until we’re pressed against the side of the house. There’s a line of trees down the side of the house and where we are is in shadow, masking us from the streetlight and the lights of the laser light speaker.

Nate presses his body to mine and his hardness bumps up against me. I wiggle against him, and he groans my name.

“Freya, careful what you’re doing to me.”

I run a hand over his chest and to the bulge in his jeans, kneading it with my palm. My fingers work on the zipper, and he stops my hand.

“Your first time should be on a bed with roses. It should be perfect.”

“Nate, we’re in a snowstorm with Christmas music playing. This is beyond perfect. It’s better than I could ever imagine.”

He pulls back to study my face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I nod. “I’m with you. It’s perfect and I’m sure.”

His hands continue their exploration of my thighs, sliding up until he hooks under my leggings. He pulls them down, and the cold air hits my bare ass. I grit my teeth in a hiss.

“That’s cold.”

He puts his meaty hands on my butt, and there’s instant warmth. “Let me heat you.”

Warmth spreads through my body as Nate’s hands run over my bare skin. He pulls my leggings and panties off my feet, nudging off the house shoes I came out in. When my foot hits the ground it’s cold and I wince, but Nate lifts me up.

He leans me against the house and I grip his forearms, strong and muscular under his jacket.

I tug at his zipper and his cock pops out into my palm.

I gasp at the size of him, sticking straight out with a bead of pre-cum catching in the light.

“I don’t know if I’ll…”

But my words are cut off as Nate tilts my hips so the tip of his cock slides through my slick folds.

“You’ll fit, Freya. You were made for me.”

He balances me on the end of his dick, nudging at my slick entrance. “I love you, Freya.”

I glance up, and he’s looking at me with hooded eyes. “I love you too.”

Nate slides into me and everything shifts. I grasp his shoulders and cry out, my moans lost in the Christmas music still blaring from the speakers.

He pushes through my virgin barrier and I feel the squeeze, a searing pain for an instant. Then it’s gone, replaced by the oddest sensation of being filled up, completely stuffed with the man I love.

“Are you okay?” His voice is choked, and I realize how much he’s straining to keep it together. The knowledge gives me power, that this man is about to lose control inside of me.

I rock my hips and Nate groans .

“Careful, Freya,” he hisses. “You feel too good.”

Chilly snowflakes fall on my bare skin, doing nothing to cool my overheated body. Nate rocks me against the wall, levering my hips to go deeper. I cling to him as my body reaches a higher level of pleasure than I’ve ever known.

“Nate…” I whine as the pressure becomes too much, “I’m going to…”

My words are cut off as the climax crashes over me. I cling to him, wailing his name as wave after wave of bliss rolls over me.

My back hits the wall and he tilts my hips, going deeper and making me cry out some more. This time when I peak he peaks with me and we climax together, pleasure coursing through my veins at the feeling not only of my own pleasure, but his as well.

“I love you, Freya.” He kisses me gently as he lowers me to the ground.

“Can we go home now?” I ask. Because finally I feel like I have a home. Wherever I am with Nate will be my home.

“Of course. Get your things. I’m taking you home.”