SEVENTEEN: Taryn

SEVENTEEN

TARYN

The large blue attraction sign ahead is stamped with one location: The Grace Estate.

Finally seeing it doesn’t make me feel a sense of elation, though.

It’s bittersweet.

As if James feels it too, he squeezes my hand.

Twelve-foot nutcrackers greet us as we pull into the winding tree-lit driveway, and I sigh as a valet approaches the driver’s side door.

“Um…did you want to maybe stay the night before going to The Four Seasons?” I look over at him.

“They’re sold out.”

“I meant in my suite. Unless you’re super desperate to finally get away from me.”

“Hmmm.” He lifts my bag onto the bell cart and then adds his.

The valet drives the car away, and the bellman leads us inside the building.

The lodge wraps me in warm nostalgia as we walk through the glittering lobby, past the long row of sparkling Christmas trees. The scent of balsam and freshly roasted pecans waft through the air, and the memories of last Christmas bring a smile to my lips.

“Miss Georgiahas been quite busy with all the events this week,” the bellman says, “but she wanted me to make sure you knew that she made a last minute change to the title of your suite.”

“What’s it called now?”

“The Holiday Homecoming suite.” He picks up a bright red envelope from the desk and hands it to me.

“Would you two like to be escorted to the elevator bank or go up on your own?” he asks.

“We’ve got it from here, sir,” I say. “Thank you.”

“Welcome home.” He smiles at me and shakes James hand before walking away.

“Before you leave, you have to let me give you a tour of the entire estate.” I lead James to the elevator. “I mean, unless…”

I don’t finish my sentence and he doesn’t push me to.

We ride upstairs in silence and when the doors glide open, I walk to the suite and unlock the door.

My jaw drops at the sight of the three sparkling trees standing across from us. They’re drenched in emerald green and gold ornaments that complement every feature in this room.

There’s one king-sized bed, flanked by doors that lead to separate bathrooms, and a kitchen that overlooks the slopes.

"Do you mind if I take the bathroom with the tub?” I ask.

“Not at all.” His eyes linger on mine. “I was going to ask if I could take the one with the shower.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

I pull a T-shirt and shorts from my suitcase and shut the door to the second bathroom.

Filling the tub with the estate’s trademark vanilla bubble bath, I slip under the suds and shut my eyes, wishing I’d told James to join me.

When I emerge from my bath, James is still in the shower with the door hanging wide open.

I watch as the suds slide down his rock hard chest, as James runs a hand through his hair. His huge cock is jutting out toward me, begging for me to taste it.

He turns around mid-stare, holding my gaze.

Looking me up and down, he motions for me to move closer.

I oblige.

“You don’t need this.” He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head.

“These can go, too…” He grips the sides of my shorts and pushes them to the floor.

I stand in front of him completely naked for the first time, feeling beyond exposed.

Grabbing my hand, he pulls me under the hot streams, then he kisses me long and hard.

I moan as he caresses my back, and I feel his cock pressing against my stomach.

As the steam rises around us, he pulls away from my mouth and lowers himself onto the bench. Then he grabs my waist and positions me over his lap.

I glance down at his cock and stoop low, slowly sucking him into my mouth. He groans as I take him deep into my throat, and he grabs a fistful of my hair.

“ Fuck, Taryn …” he says. “Fuck…”

I press my hands against his thighs to better steady myself, sucking him harder and faster, anticipating how good he’ll feel when he’s finally inside me.

As I swirl my tongue against his thick tip, he pushes me away.

“Sit on top of me,” he demands, his eyes heated. “ Now .”

Staring into his eyes, I slowly sink onto him inch by inch, gasping as I take all of him.

He grips my ass and rocks me slowly, whispering against my mouth.

“You’re mine,” he says. “You’ll always be fucking mine…”

I dig my nails into his skin as my body gives in to another level of unbearable pleasure. I wish I could hold onto it for longer, but he’s too much.

So, so much…

“Ahhhh, James…” I come apart with his name on my lips, with him stiffening seconds later.

The hot water continues falling over us, but he doesn’t let me go.

He kisses every inch of my skin and I never want another man to ever taste me again.

I wake up in bed alone.

Rolling over, I groan at the aches I feel all over. Even my throat hurts from screaming James’ name for hours.

Pushing off the covers, I slide into a pair of slippers and spot James sitting on the balcony.

“Good morning,” he says.

“Good morning.” I stand still, unsure of what else to say.

Smiling, he grabs the sash on my robe to pull me closer.

“I need a rain check on the estate tour,” he says. “I have to go handle something.”

“So you’re leaving me?”

“For a while, yes.”

“Well, I have to join in on some family traditions today anyway, but can you meet me for dinner tomorrow?”

“Just call me when you’re ready.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Can we fuck one last time before you leave?”

“Of course.” He pushes the robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground before pulling me into his lap.