AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“It’s okay,” I whispered in her ear, then kissed her neck. “It sounds like we both had a rough start. What matters now is how we live the rest of our lives, right?”
She lifted her head to face me, those green-meadow eyes glinting, touching something inside me I wasn’t expecting. I didn’t share my past with anyone, and now look at me, wanting to spill my guts to his little red-haired girl.
“Right. And I think what we need to do is start the day off with French toast. After all, you’ve finished French kissing my pussy, right?” she teased with a cheeky smile.
“Oh, direct hit, guilty ma’am.” I clutched at her, acting as if she’d shot me. I was amazed at just how much I enjoyed the free way she laughed before she left the bed to prepare breakfast.
Lying in bed for a few moments, I knew I was getting in way over my head and in huge trouble because I kept finding things to adore about her—way too many things—which couldn’t be good.
Chapter7
Amelia
“You know, it’s Christmas tomorrow, right?” I stated, staring outside the kitchen window at the dark afternoon clouds, the storm still in full force.
He’d made us a lunch of soft tortillas with chili con carne and cheddar cheese, all rolled up into what sounded simple but turned out to be amazingly good. I was on my second one when I checked my phone once again to see if the signal was back yet, but there was nothing.
The storm had somehow worsened, and I was worried we’d wake up tomorrow to the house completely buried in snow.
“Yes, I do, but I’m not really into it,” he answered, his voice trailing off. His features came down in a dark look before he looked up at me with a bright smile. “But maybe I have something to actually celebrate this year.”
“If you mean me crash landing in your yard like Santa dropped me from his sleigh for you, then I guess so,” I replied with a grin, seeing the humor in the situation.
“I hadn’t thought about it like that,” Brick mused, nodding his head as he bit at his bottom lip, lost in thought. The expression was so adorable, I nearly fainted, but I controlled myself. “Yeah, I guess that’s exactly what happened. I hope you tipped Rudolph for his troubles. That old car of yours couldn’t have been easy to pull from the North Pole.”
“I’m so glad you didn’t say my ass.” I laughed out, wiping at my mouth delicately. “I’d have had to pout, and that wouldn’t be any way to spend Christmas Eve.”
“No, it wouldn’t,” Brick mused. Coming around the island, he nestled himself between my legs, using the index finger on his right hand to bring my face up to his.
I blinked up at him, desire hot and sudden as he came near me. It wasn’t just his presence that turned me on. It was his smell, the way the air felt when he was near me, the way I knew he was there, even without looking.
“I wouldn’t let you pout for long. I’d have found a way to make you, ahem, smile again.”
“Smile, huh? That’s all?” I wrapped my arms around his waist, loving how natural and easy it felt. Usually, I was a very hands-off person, but not with Brick. I wanted to touch him all the time. What I adored even more was how quickly the walls between us crumbled, as though we’d both been wanting desperately to come together.
“Maybe.” He dipped his head to place a kiss between my eyes and leaned back a little. “I don’t have a present for you, other than me, of course, but we can put up a tree if you want. I’ll go outside and battle the snow to find something that will be suitable, and I think there are some old decorations up in the attic.”
“Oh, that sounds lovely,” I answered, thinking about my tree back at my former home. I’d spent hours getting it just right, only for Jason to move everything around to where he wanted, messing up the symmetry I’d created. Asshole. So, I loved the idea of actually spending Christmas in this cabin in the middle of the mountains with the hottest man I’d ever met. What better way to get over a breakup?
“You stay in here where it’s warm, and I’ll be back in a little while.” He kissed my nose this time, then went into his bedroom, emerging soon after all rugged up in a thick coat, gloves and hat..
He strolled outside, bundled up and cutting down a tree with an axe. Even though I now knew why I’d had some vague memory about a Yeti when I saw him fully equipped against the cold, I couldn’t help myself when I saw him swinging that axe. I went to the window to watch him. He was so powerful yet so gentle with me, even when he was a little rough. I blushed thinking about the way he’d made me cum this morning, so determined to lick every inch of my pussy.
Brick glanced up and saw me but frowned. He stopped swinging that axe for a second, his head tilted to the left. I decided to give him something to look at and ran my hand under the long black T-shirt he gave me to wear, and quickly flashed him my breasts.
His eyes bulged out and he stared at me hungry. I hollered with laughter and tugged my shirt back down, then I went to stand in the glass doorway and watched him.
Who had I become?
He grinned at me, then went back to swinging that axe but kept his eyes on me, letting me see how each powerful stroke sent shockwaves up his arms. Those arms that held me close, that held me up against the wall last night.
I was alone in the house, so there wasn’t anyone to hear me gasp, but he paused as if he knew, as if he’d heard. With a nod of his head, he gave one last swing..
Brick had the tree free of its trunk and back in the house in no time. He looked at me, a smile dancing at his lips.
“Enjoy watching me out there?” he asked, dragging the tree and a bucket he’d found somewhere in the living room.
“Mm, I could ask you the same question,” I told him sarcastically, pouting.
