Page 40 of The Santas Who Stole Me

“Fuck, no panties?” His tone stays even, but I can see that mask of control slip ever so slightly, and I am desperate to destroy it.

“Nope.” He licks his lips when I reach around and undo my bra from the back, letting it slide down my arms and drop to the floor. His head tilts to the side in assessment when I stand between his legs. He hasn’t reached for me yet. I’m in charge here.

“You can have whatever you want, Georgia. Just ask.” He strokes his cock with my favorite smile on his face. The one that tells me he knows I like what I see, as if I had any choice but to like everything about him.

“You want a Christmas tree, done. Blood spilled, done. Share my brothers, done. Whatever it is, it’s yours, but you have to fucking name it.” His words are similar to Keeper’s when he told me to demand what I wanted. The meanings are different though. Keeper wants me to feel strong and safe, while Zeke needs the reassurance that he isn’t taking advantage of me. He won’t. I want him like crazy. Even the gray parts swirled into his icy exterior. Pushing a finger between the lips of my pussy, I coat it with my wetness. I play with myself under his watch, then pull out my finger and hold it up for his inspection.

“You, Zeke, you make me this wet. It’s you I want, so let me have you.” Feeling brave and dirty standing in front of him, I rub my wet finger down my chest and circle my nipple.

He tugs his cock harder with a groan before letting out his next order. “Take what you want. Take my cock in that needy pussy. I recognize the lust on your face now. Come sink down on me and see if that helps relieve it.” And he thinks he’s an asshole, but here he is being considerate of how needy I am.

I push myself above him after putting a knee on either side of his legs. He lines his dick underneath my entrance and moans when my lips stretch over his thick head. Despite all the sex I’ve been having, it burns taking him inch by inch at a painstakingly slow pace. Partly due to his size and partly because I want to drag it out, make Zeke break with his need for me. He moves his fingers like he’s considering yanking me all the way down, but instead balls them by his sides, reminding himself that this is my show. I would be more than happy for him to flip me over and ram into me, but I know what he needs.

“Words, Georgia.”

“Needy. So full of you it hurts but I want more. Kiss me.” Staying still, I give my body a chance to mold and stretch to his length.

“Breathe, Georgia.” He glances at my chest, looking for the rise and fall, so I force air into my lungs.

I’m able to exhale when he pushes a loose lock of hair from my face before kissing me. I melt into him like a freaking ice cream on a summer day. His kiss has my insides turned to goo.

He pauses the intrusion of my mouth. Zeke is controlled, almost rigid, except for the fire in his irises. He wants this as bad as I do.

“I’m ready to move now,” I tell him, and Zeke watches his cock slowly slide out of me. I sink down just as slowly as the first time, which is both torturous and satisfying. A sigh slips from my lips when I’m seated and his tip hits my cervix. He moves my chin down and his thumb runs over the corner of my lip, and I know he’s memorizing the lines around my mouth, searching for what he thinks he doesn’t understand. I wish he would trust the connection we have. He doesn’t trust himself with me, but I do. “So good, we’re a perfect fit,” I tell him, and I feel tears building. Not because of how stretched I am, that burn is fading, but whatever there is between us is burning too.

In a blink Zeke lifts me into the air. He moves like lightning, his dick still inside me. Somehow without breaking our connection he lowers me down to the rug beneath the tree.

“What are you⁠—”

Zeke gives me a warm kiss while he slowly rocks into me. He trails his hand across my jaw, so icy it’s burning.

“I’m a quick study, Georgia. I can feel your heart beat at the same time as mine. See everything you were saying in your eyes, taste the unsaid words on your tongue.”

“Then don’t make me wait anymore.”

Zeke settles as far down as he can, and I lift my hips up to give him access. That slight movement breaks the last of his resolve, and he pulls out before slamming into me. I’m so close to the edge it won’t take long. We stay silent but Zeke’s frozen eyes never leave mine. I swear he would saw me in half if he thought it would help him understand my every thought better. He keeps up his pace, and I feel that deep build in my gut begging to be released.

I’m so wet, the slick sounds of the two of us fill the room. He slides his tongue in teasing mine. This is the closest to anyone I’ve ever felt, and that thought sends me to oblivion. My inner walls clench, and obscene noises escape from my mouth. He sucks in every sound with his lips, and I let him. I said I wanted to take from him, but I didn’t mean it. He can have every part of me willingly. When my body quits shaking, I’m covered in sweat. Zeke stills and spills into me with a whisper of my name. Under my eyelashes, I see his face. Happy but spent.

“God, Georgia, you are so fucking incredible.” He stays inside me but rolls to the side to keep his body weight off me.

“That was perfect.” Tears trickle down my cheeks, but it is not sadness or happiness.

“You are crying.”

“It’s not bad, I felt it, too, what you said about our heart beats as one. Just perfect.”

He doesn’t say anything and doesn’t pull out of me either. Instead he arranges me on top of him and slides a hand over my hair.

I stare at his gorgeous face under the lights of the tree until I doze off to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Four

ZEKE

Georgia falls asleep but I stay inside her, afraid if I pull out she will realize how much of a mistake this was, her fucking a monster. Although, I have fucked enough to know what we did was not fucking. Nothing close. Intense and hot as hell but, nonetheless, that wasn’t fucking. It wasn’t claiming like the guys did either. It was intimate. I felt everything Georgia was feeling in those moments when she came around me. I didn’t think I was capable of that kind of connection, but it was easy with Georgia. My dick gets harder replaying her facial expressions. Lashes flutter against my chest as she wakes and sighs, and her pussy pulls me farther inside her. Having her attention, I need to let her know about the darkest part of me.

“I’m an only child. My parents were wealthy; my dad was a judge, and my mother came from a long line of heiresses. My mother had a problem with pills. She managed her addiction by putting herself together for public events, and anytime she could force everyone to look at her. My father didn’t pay either of us any attention until we were needed to help his political agenda. I would go months without them talking to me. I had a few nannies, but they didn’t stay long. I thought they quit because of me. They might have, although after sharing some of my childhood memories, Keeper insisted later it was because of the way they were treated by my parents. That or they couldn’t handle anyone getting too close to their secrets.” My fingers run through Georgia’s hair. I debated telling her any of this, but I realize now there can’t be anything between us. She needs to understand this part of my life and how it shaped me.