Chapter 8

8

LAUREL

M y body was sore in places I didn’t even know was possible, yet I’d never felt so alive. Sure, I was stuck in a cabin during a snowstorm with limited power, but it was the first time in too long to remember that I’d felt safe. Worshipped. Special.

And it was all due to the man who’d stranded himself with nowhere to stay because he was worried about my safety.

Hayden was in his sweater and jeans, digging through the supplies I’d brought into the cabin from my van. I couldn’t help but stare at the way his body fit into his clothes. Thinking about his muscular frame looked even better when he was naked and above me last night.

My body warmed just remembering his touch. And the mind-blowing orgasms he’d given me. Not to mention the way he called me a good girl.

“Even with just the emergency generator, it looks as though we’re still going to eat well. We can enjoy a gourmet dinner after your relaxing bath,” Hayden said with a smile as he sat beside me.

By “bath,” I assumed he meant when we had to heat a stock pot of snow over the fire to wash up. When we got back to full power, the first thing I was going to do was take a long, hot bath. It’d been forever since I’d had one because I mostly showered at the gym while I was on the road.

And maybe Hayden would join me when I put the cabin’s big tub to good use. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

“What are you smiling about?” he asked, blinking slowly as a dimpled smile crossed his face.

“Just glad that my old cooking supplies are coming in handy.” Shaking my head, I laughed softly. “Storage space is at a minimum in my van, but I just couldn’t seem to get rid of my kettle or mini cooker. Nostalgia, I guess.”

“Whatever the reason, I’m grateful since the generator only gives us so much power and cooking over a fire limits what I can make for us.”

I continued to stare as he made quick work of putting a meal together. It was the first time a man had cooked for me, and I was enjoying the experience, even if what we ate wasn’t anywhere close to the gourmet dinner that he’d called it.

Ten minutes later, he proved me wrong as he held out a spoon toward me, the smell of aromatic spices tickling my nose.

“You’re going to feed it to me?” I asked, meeting his hungry stare.

“Bite,” he commanded.

Keeping my gaze locked on his, I slowly leaned forward, licking my lips and watching him suck in a deep breath as I did so. Slowly, I took a small bite, allowing the food to hit my tastebuds before letting out the tiniest little moan.

Maybe it was because it was the first thing other than junk food that I had eaten in twenty-four hours, or perhaps it was because I enjoyed the way Hayden’s eyes darkened when I did it. Either way, that little bite was the best thing I’d tasted in a long time.

“Good girl,” he murmured, clasping my cheek with his fingers and running his thumb along my jawline.

I leaned into his touch, my eyes drifting closed as I focused on the feeling of him.

“It’s been so long since I’ve spent the holidays with someone special other than my best friend,” I murmured.

When he was silent, my eyes flew open.

I thought maybe that would be the moment he fled, but instead, his eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “What does that mean?”

I opened and closed my mouth, then shook my head. “I just mean…growing up without parents, I never really did anything for the holidays. It was always just me. Even if we’re stuck in this cabin together with a blizzard swirling around us, I’m glad I get to spend it with you.”

He leaned forward, his breath a whisper on my lips. “You’re never going to spend another holiday alone, do you understand? You’re much too special for that. And now that you’re mine, I’m going to make sure you know exactly how you should be worshipped. Not just on the holidays but every day after.”

I swallowed hard but didn’t have time to respond. He set the food aside and wrapped his arms around me, crushing his lips to mine as he kissed me deeply.

I could have kept kissing him forever, but what came next was even better. He pulled us closer to the fire before slowly peeling off my sweater, leaving my upper half bare since I hadn’t bothered with a bra this morning.

My nipples immediately peaked as soon as they hit the chilly air.

“Here, let me warm those up,” Hayden said with a growl before one hand went to my left breast. Then his mouth was on the right, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud.

Arching my back, I leaned into his touch, my whole body igniting, feeling the pressure all the way down to my pulsing core.

“Are you already wet for me, baby?” he murmured into my chest as his hand slipped between my legs.

I spread my thighs, letting him feel my warmth through my leggings. He palmed my covered pussy, the wetness already soaking through my panties.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so responsive. Such a good girl,” he murmured, rubbing his hand against my sensitive area.

“Your good girl,” I whimpered, pushing my chest closer to his face.

“Only my good girl,” he growled before swirling his tongue around one nipple, then the other.

Then he leaned back, blowing a steady stream over my peaked bud. I moaned, my eyes drifting closed as all my senses buzzed. I could barely open my eyes as he made quick work of pulling off my leggings and panties before sinking his fingers inside me.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet already.” He pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. “And so damn sweet.”

“You know it’s not fair that you’ve gotten to taste me, and I haven’t gotten to do the same to you,” I said, leaning forward.

“You want to wrap your pretty lips around my cock?” he asked, swiftly pulling down his jeans. His dick sprang out, pre-come already gathered at the tip.

“I’ve never tasted a man, but I’m sure you’re just as sweet.” I leaned forward and licked the salty bead of liquid off the tip before swirling my tongue around his head like I was licking a lollipop.

I thought he’d want me to continue, but he groaned, gripping the back of my head as he pulled me back, looking at me through darkened eyes.

“Was that not okay?” I whispered.

“It was more than okay, baby. But I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to make sure I’m inside your tight little pussy while we come together.”

I didn’t answer him, just pressed my lips to his as the rest of his clothes came off, and we lay down together, our bodies fitting perfectly as we rolled in front of the fire. He wasn’t even inside me yet, and I could already feel the orgasm building low in my belly.

“Are you ready to take this cock?” he murmured, sliding just the tip against my wet entrance.

“Yes, please,” I begged, spreading my legs farther to take in his large size.

“Good girl,” he murmured before filling me to the hilt.

I gasped, adjusting to his size as he immediately pulled out, then slowly slid in again.

With each movement, something bloomed low in my stomach. What I now recognized as my impending orgasm.

“Oh, Hayden,” I whimpered, gripping his shoulders. “More.”

“That’s it, baby. Are you going to come for me?” he asked, his hand sliding to my clit, moving in the same motion as he pumped in and out of me.

“Yes, yes, yesssss,” I hissed as my orgasm flooded through me, my whole body shaking underneath him.

I thought he might stop, but instead, he picked up the pace, pumping in and out of me as he swirled his expert fingers over my clit. “Give me another one, baby. Let’s come together this time.”

My body shook as another orgasm ripped through me, and I moaned, melting into the carpet.

“That’s my good girl,” Hayden growled as he spilled inside me, pumping a few last drops before he collapsed on top of me.

Our breathing was in sync as we lay together, just holding each other. I didn’t even know how long we lasted before Hayden slowly sat up and went to the fire, grabbing the washcloth from the pot.

“This might not be the perfect bath, but it’s the least I can do,” he said, the water tepid as he brushed the damp washcloth along my thighs. “But once the power is back on and the water heater is working, I’ll do better.”

“Not sure how much better you can do.” I smiled up at him. “This is the best Christmas Eve I’ve ever had.”

“Now you’ve done it,” he growled, tossing the washcloth over his shoulder before showing me exactly how much better he could do it.