Chapter 6

Six

JUSTIN

I should have said exactly what I was feeling, but that would probably scare her away. After being numb for so long, it’s weird to let everything go now. That sunshine in the other room brought it out of me.

If this is love, I want it. The problem is, she’s so young and has her whole life ahead of her. I couldn’t ask her to be a recluse with me up here on the mountain. My fingers lace together as I lie on my back in bed, staring at my ceiling while the dawn’s light creeps through the window.

She’d be excellent at playing hostess here, though. I need someone like that. Not just for business.

For me.

These last couple of weeks have moved fast, and she will probably freak out if I tell her exactly what I want: her as my wife, running this business with me, and pregnant with my babies. Multiple.

It’s foolish to do all this when we barely know each other, right?

Then I think about the last lonely seven years and wonder how I survived without knowing her. Maybe I spent that time alone, waiting just for this moment, and now that it’s here, I should take action.

I know what I’ll do. I’ll make this place so charming and loving that she won’t want to leave. I won’t ask her to stay, but if she chooses to, I’ll marry her the first chance I get.

On that note, I throw my blanket onto the floor and do what I should have done last night and crawl into bed with her. She barely stirs as I slide underneath the sheets and get between her little legs. Her wintry musk greets me, sending the blood pumping to my groin. Yes, if I do this every morning, she won’t want to leave.

A whimper sings in my ears as she stretches, and I grind against the mattress to relieve pent up pressure in my dick. With one finger, I hook the crotch of her panties and slide them aside.

“What? Justin?”

Growling, I place a firm palm against her taut stomach. “Lie back.”

Then, I dive into her with my full face. Maybe it’s because Kimberley never really liked oral, but I love to spend time between January’s thighs. When I toss her feet over my shoulders, she inches her core closer to my nose as I lick and suck, flick and bite on her clit. She’s absolutely soaking wet when I slide one finger, then another, inside her while pulling on that sensitive part of her flesh. A deep moan from her chest is my reward, as is the magical taste of her that greets my mouth as she comes.

“Mr. Grant!”

“Oh, fuck!” Without meaning to, I explode into my boxers while grinding on the bed. It’s that name she calls me. Her boss . I shouldn’t do this with her.

But I can’t stop, either.

Crawling over top of her on my elbows, I peer down at her shocked and worried face. “I should have stayed with you last night. I’m sorry.”

A grin tugs at the corners of her blush lips as she weaves her fingers through my hair. “It’s okay. I missed you.”

When I speak, a huff of relief precedes it. “Really? Me, too.” I roll onto my side and scoop her into my arms. My beard nuzzles against her warm shoulder as I pull the blanket up around us. “If you want to sleep more, feel free. I’m not going anywhere.”

The bed dips as she squirms. “I should get up and make us breakfast.”

Gripping her hip, I pull her back to me. “Nah. We’re good. Unless you’re hungry.”

She half turns to peek at me. “Not yet.”

It’s a rare event, but a satisfied smile grips my mouth as I settle back into the bed. “I was hoping you’d be able to help me paint the master bedroom today. There’re plenty of paint colors to choose from. What would you want to paint it?”

“Y-you want me to pick out a color for your room?”

Holding my breath, I try not to ask if she wants it to be her room, too. I can’t put that kind of expectation on her. “Yeah.”

Some of her blonde hair tickles my cheeks as she flips around to face me, her face beaming. “Yes! I’d love to.”

My warm sunshine…

“Great.” Smacking her butt, I slide to the edge of the bed. “Then let’s eat and get started.”

After another amazing meal together, we prepare the room for painting. She goes through the cans that are leftover from various projects and holds up one. “You seem like a midnight blue kinda guy.”

I arch an eyebrow at it and nod. “Good choice. I like it. You ever paint before?”

She shakes her head. “Not something like this.”

“You tape off some baseboards and I’ll start trimming.” As we get started on our tasks, she hums a beautiful tune I’ve never heard before. It’s so soothing, I close my eyes and just listen.

“Justin?”

Snapping my eyes open, I find hers. “Yeah?”

“There’s paint dripping.”

Sure enough. A long string has fallen from the brush onto the pale yellow wall I’m covering. Scooping it up with my brush, I shrug and give her a sheepish smile. If only she knew what she was doing to me. “Do you have big plans for when you go back home?”

The pause in her singing is deafening. “No.”

“You finishing school?”

As if to answer me gruffly, she rips the tape off at the end and applies it hurriedly. “I haven’t decided.”

“Maybe you should, you know. If-if that’s your goal.”

She wanders to the base of the ladder I’m on and places a hand on the rung. “Maybe it’s not.”

“I guess you should decide what that is, then.”

We work in silence for a long while until the first coat is finished. I toss an arm around her shoulder as we admire our work. “Great job, snowflake. I think it’s time for a break.”

She glances up at me with a pearl of paint on her nose. With a chuckle, I use a hooked finger to swipe it off, but end up smearing more on her face. Backing away, she laughs, then runs into the bathroom to clean it off.

After I wash my hands, I grip one of hers and tug her toward the entry. “Get dressed for the cold. I want to take you outside.”

“Is the snow still piled up high?”

“Not as bad. Sun’s out now. Let’s go!”

Once we’re bundled, I grip the handle of a snow shovel and hand her another. We dig a path out of the house, tossing snow left and right. In the front yard, I clear another area for our task.

“What are we doing in this circle?”

“Building a snowman. Thought it would be fun.” Or stupid. Now that we’re standing here.

When I glance back for her reaction, though, the snowflakes dance in her eyes as they glisten with a tear. “I love that idea, Justin. I’ve never made one before.” My heart skips a beat at her use of the word love . And I wonder if she’s feeling it, too.

We start the base and roll it up together, but she slips and falls, laughing joyously. The sound better than anything I’ve heard. Pulling her by her gloved hands, I set her upright and press a kiss to her forehead.

Once we’re done and admire our handiwork, I toss an arm over her shoulders and stand back.

“Wait! Let me get a selfie of us with it!” She digs in her pocket and tries to take a picture of us while I squat, but I’m too big.

“Here, let me.” Taking it over for her, I hold the viewfinder so we both take up the frame with the carrot nosed ice figure in the background. On that tiny screen, we look weird together. With a big black beard and huge arms, I look like a lumbering oaf next to a shiny young woman with sunshine beaming across her face. Like I’ve kidnapped her and made her mine. Why else would she want to be with me?

When she looks at the photograph, she turns and plants a swift kiss on my hairy cheek, then blushes. Not sure if it’s from the cold or not, but I want more. No, before she leaves me…

I want it all.

Once the roads clear and her month at work is over, I may never bask in her warmth again. It’s cold up here alone. Not that I minded before, but now, it would be painful without her.

So I wrap my coat padded arms around her and tug her up to me, her legs encircling my thick waist. My lips find hers and I press my tongue between them, needing to taste her. January . The woman I think my soul has built just for me. Maybe she’s an ice angel sent to rescue me from a life of torment.

“Let’s go inside.” Swirls of wintry air dance as I huff the words into her chest. She squirms to get down, but I grip her ass and press her into me, then stroll toward the house.

I don’t stop. Not until I reach my bedroom and lay her back on the mattress. Snapping my gloves at her, I instruct, “Everything off.”

As she scampers to loosen all her layers, I do the same, until we’re both naked and needy. The swells of her breasts heave with her loss of breath as she leans on her elbows, waiting for my next move. My thick hardness pokes straight toward her, and I know what I’m going to do.

Her smooth thighs part for me as I nestle my knees under them, then line myself up. The veins on my cock surge with blood as I grip the base, swathing it through her wetness.

“A-are you going to put it inside me now?” Digging her short fingernails into my forearms, she glances between us a moment before gifting me with her sparkling blue eyes.

“Daddy’s gonna put it all inside his little girl. Saturate my dick with your innocence. You want this filthy cock in your tight twat, snowflake?”

Biting her lower lip, she nods rapidly, and I lean over, then press in. “Fuck! Baby! You’re so tight.”

“It hurts…”

Like a rubber band around the crown, her barrier resists my thrust. My hips hold still as her eyes squeeze shut. “Take a deep breath for me. I’m about to bust through.”

Her breasts press into my chest as she inhales and latches her fingers through my chest hairs. “Okay, go.”

Checking with her again, I ask, “You want me to?”

“Yes, please. Please. Take me.”

The heat of her skin burns my thumbs when I drag them across her flushed cheeks. “January, open your eyes and watch me. I want you to watch as your daddy makes you his.”

Black eyelashes flutter until her wintry blues latch onto my gaze. Then I slowly pivot inside her. As she squeals, her cherry pops, but never lets our eyes depart. “That’s such a good girl. Good girl for her daddy.”

A whimper parts her lips, and I gather them in a quick embrace with mine, then drag my scruff along her jaw, neck, and chest. My scent spreads over her just as much as hers is on me. “It-it feels good.”

“Yeah? You okay for more?”

She gasps. “How much more is there?”

Lowering my head, I glance down. “I’m only like a fourth in, baby. I’ll go real slow. But you need to take all this dirty cock. You need it, snowflake, so you can be my nasty slut. Get used to this big dick.”

With a little wiggle, she works herself down more on my length, and I help by pushing more in. “Put it all in.” It comes out like a reverent whisper from her rosy lips.

My knees grip the bed as I draw back, then edge in more. Then, I do it again. And again. The hold her fingers have on me increases with every inch until she’s spread so wide, her pussy stretches to its max. “You did it. Such a good girl. Look down here. Daddy’s all inside his little girl.”

When she glances between us, she giggles, and the sound reverberates through my balls. As I pull back and push in again with more force, she relaxes enough that I can take control.

Seven years of pent up lust releases through my cock as it throbs inside her tight walls. The heels of her feet dig into my back as I seat myself in the apex of her thighs. My fingers brush back some of her blonde locks as they cling to her forehead with perspiration. Our bodies generate so much heat, a sweat bead rolls off my chest and onto hers.

Her wails intensify as I feel her pussy flutter around me. “You gonna come on daddy’s dick, big girl? Get it nice and slippery?”

“Yes! Yes! Mr. Grant!” she screams and collapses around me. The tight band of her interior squeezes me so much, I try to pull out, but she suctions me right back in. Like a vacuum, I feel my eruption getting forced inside of her.

Maybe this is what I want. To make her belly swell and mark her as mine forever…

“I’m gonna put a baby in you, little girl. Daddy’s going to knock you up so you can’t leave.”

And then, I explode close to her womb.