Chapter Seven

Emma

Nick lands his hand against my soaking panties, pressing his palm into my throbbing clit with a low growl in his throat. His gaze is intense, flattened on me with a concentration I’ve never experienced before. It’s dark, real, and ravenous, as though nothing is going to stand between us.

His cheeks are red, his shoulders are tense, and I’m afraid he might explode. Which is great, because that’s what I want. I want his big, gritty hands all over me. I want this long, thick cock filling me up.

No, it’s more than that. I need it.

“Princess,” he growls, “I can’t be gentle anymore.”

“So don’t be!” I whisper. “Wreck me. I want you to spread me wide, Nick.”

His gaze flares and he narrows the attention his hand is giving my clit. With two fingers, he rubs through my panties as I rock back and forth on his lap, grinding into his leg, riding his hand, unbuckling his jeans.

His finger slides my panties to the side, and in one swift motion, his work-worn fingers are deep inside of me, scrubbing at my walls, thrusting deep with a come-hither motion that makes my insides shiver.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls into my ear, spreading wet, hot heat against the nape of my neck.

“I’m yours,” I moan, aching for him to go deeper.

“Good girl, princess. I want to hear you come. Can you do that for me?”

Oh my God!

I reach down and stroke his thick cock in my hand, desperate to know what he feels like inside of me, but too impatient to let him stop what he’s doing.

Rocking against his touch, I moan out for relief as he lifts my shirt and sucks my tit with a pressure that only drives me closer to an orgasm.

“I want to come on your dick.”

“Come for me, princess. Right now.” His tone is dark and needy. “Do it! Drain yourself on my hand. I want to smell you on me.”

Okay, that was all I needed. I rock back and forth faster and faster as he thrusts his hands deeper inside of me, desperate for relief when a knock hits the window.

Thankfully, the glass is tinted, but we can still clearly see who’s standing outside the door, and I’d guess Sam can hear us as well.

“Fuck,” Nick groans. “Don’t stop. Keep going. He can wait.”

I smile and lean into Nick’s lips as I climb up off his lap. “Yeah, I’m not that kind of freak. Sorry.” Unfortunately, right now, I kind of wish I were.

He groans under his breath and pulls me back, kissing my lips gently before licking my pleasure off his thick fingers with a growl. “I need you, princess. This is getting ridiculous.”

“Well, in our defense, we’re fucking around in a truck in broad daylight.”

He groans as he says, “No excuses.”

A heavy knock hits the side window, and Nick drags in a deep breath. “Shit, man.” He hangs his head and readjusts his jeans, tucking away the hard length of his cock. I need to make it a priority to take care of this man the second we get home.

He cracks the window and stares out into the falling snow at his brother, whose expression is saying something isn’t right.

“Fuck,” Sam groans. “You don’t answer your damn phone anymore?”

“I’m a little busy right now. What’s wrong?”

“You’re late for the North Pole, Santa. We’ve been trying to call for the last hour. Kids are screaming. Their parents are pissy. Everyone wants the man in red and you’ve got the suit.”

Nick glances toward Sam and groans. “Right. Sorry. I didn’t sleep much last night. The days are all mixed up. Give me twenty minutes to shower and change.”

“Ten,” Sam groans, crunching back through the snow and toward his truck which I now see is parked right next to us. “I mean it.”

Nick blows out a heavy breath and starts up the truck, glancing toward me before peeling out of the quarry toward the main road. He’s quiet now, like maybe he’s disappointed, like maybe I’ve distracted him, like maybe he wishes he weren’t marrying me. I don’t know, because I’m too afraid to ask.

What if it’s true? The past few days have been so weird, and he was just telling me how he comes up here to think about how he wants to be more involved in the farm. Meanwhile, I’m letting Santa finger me while a bunch of kids wonder where he is.

“I’m going to drop you off at the cabin. Maybe you should start baking. I’ll send Mrs. R. out with some ingredients. I’d bet she could use the company. Is that okay?”

I’d rather go sit next to him in the reindeer barn all day, but I guess a longer visit with Mrs. Robinson and some baking would do me good too. “Sure. That sounds fun.”

His hand lands on my thigh and he squeezes gently. “Good girl.”

My chest tightens and my throat goes dry as I steep in the words he’s just said. Good girl. Dear God, I love them, and right now, I’d get on my knees and do anything to hear them again.