Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

H arper was in the Monsters of Mercy office photocopying the lines for the pantomime when she heard Eleanor’s stick tapping on the polished wooden floorboards behind her.

“What a lovely young man.” Her gran’s voice was suddenly right at her elbow.

“Who?” Harper asked, grabbing the stapler.

“This year’s Santa.” Harper glanced at Gran, who smirked. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how handsome he is.”

“Well, if I didn’t, Toby sure did,” Harper said with an airy little laugh, wondering if one of Gran’s Minions had spotted Noah arrive at her cottage last night. Or worse, leave in the early hours—a time when she’d hoped the residents would all be tucked up in bed.

“Ah, yes, Toby is quite taken with him,” Gran said. “He keeps commenting about what a well-shaped tail he has.”

Harper didn’t say a thing, but her scalp prickled as she recalled what that well-shaped tail had done to her last night.

“I’m sure you told me once you had a selkie friend,” Gran commented.

“Did I?”

“Yes, about a year ago, you mentioned someone, a fisherman on the wharf, I think you said he was.”

Harper pretended she hadn’t heard. She couldn’t even remember telling Gran about Noah. Problem was, even as an octogenarian Gran seemed to have a better memory than Harper did.

“Did you find the Santa costume for him?”

“Yep.”

“I hope it doesn’t need too many alterations. Our last Santa was a minotaur. A little more on the portly side than your stud muffin selkie.”

“Gran, do you even know what that means?”

“A bit of Hot Stuff.” Gran did a little wiggle of her hips, and Harper couldn’t help giggling. “Toby fills me in on all the lingo.” Gran peered at the documents in Harper’s hands. “Ah, I see you’ve got your lines there. Have you made a time to practice with Noah?”

Harper wished Gran would stop interrogating her. “Um, later today, I think we agreed.”

“He’ll need your help, with his dyslexia and all,” Eleanor mused. “I guess you’ll be seeing a lot of each other over the next couple of weeks, with rehearsing.”

Harper cast the elderly elf a glance, but Gran only smiled sweetly, eyes dancing behind today’s purple-winged glasses (she had a different pair for each day of the week), and tap-tapped off to talk to the office manager about ticket sales for the show.

Harper spent the rest of the morning working on adjusting the Santa pants. Her fingers trembled a little as she remembered how she’d peeled these same pants off Noah’s lean hips, what they’d done together afterward. It was incredible the way he pleasured her so perfectly, first time around, like he’d already done it in his imagination countless times. Well, why not? Hadn’t she?

But still, there was that niggle in the back of her mind. About Dina. She knew Noah well enough to sense when he was worried about something. But in all the time they’d been friends, he’d never hidden things from her or been evasive. Not until the whole Dina issue. If she asked him about his mom’s health or what Wyatt had gotten mixed up in, he’d always tell her. Confide in her, ask her advice.

And while she did believe him when he said Dina’s baby wasn’t his, she just knew there was more to this than he’d fessed up to.

She’d just finished the final dart in the Santa pants and put them on a hanger when there was a knock at the door.

Noah stood on the doorstep, a bunch of red hothouse roses, holly, and mistletoe in his hand.

Harper melted, and her doubts receded. “Hey, Noah.”

His big handsome smile told her everything she needed to know.

“I’m here for Santa practice,” he said, holding the bouquet over their heads. His eyes were so loving and open, how could she doubt him?

Harper took a step forward and, putting her arms round his neck, raised her face to his.

“Then you’ve come to the right place,” she murmured against his mouth before that thick selkie tongue slid between her lips and Harper almost forgot her own name.

They kissed for long moments on the doorstep and then he nuzzled her neck.

“I hoped the mistletoe would do the trick.”

“Like a charm.”

They stumbled, still kissing, into the small living area. Noah had hoisted her up and her legs were round his waist. Finally, she slid down his body, took the flowers and put them in a vase.

“I’ve finished taking in your pants,” she said as she put the vase on the table. “Want to try them on? Or have you got something else in mind?”

“Harps, can we have a chat first?”

“Oh, that all sounds kind of boring…” She pouted and sashayed up to him, then did a spidey finger dance up the buttons of his shirt.

“I really need to get something off my chest first, babe. About Dina.”

Harper’s fingers froze. Noah covered her big hand with his and, holding it, laced his fingers through hers. “I could tell it was still bothering you last night. So I went to sort it out with Wyatt this morning.”

“Wyatt! What’s Wyatt got to do with it?” Harper felt completely bewildered.

“It’s Wyatt’s baby.”

“Wyatt’s!”

“Dina is having a baby with Wyatt.”

“Dina and Wyatt,” she parroted.

“Yep, Dina and Wyatt.” Noah sighed. “One night about five months ago I went to see Wyatt on his boat, and he was… er… getting pretty cozy, shall we say, with Dina.”

“Oh.” Things started to slot into place. “That’s around the time he stopped bothering me,” Harper realized.

“Yeah, well, since then they’ve been a serious item, I found out today. That night she told me the baby was Wyatt’s, and although she had feelings for him, she didn’t know whether he’d be a good enough dad. She made me promise to keep it secret because at that stage she hadn’t even told him.”

“And that’s when I turned up,” Harper said.

“Yeah, and when you asked why she was there, honestly, Harps, maybe I could have made up some bullshit story, but I’m no good at that. The only thing I could have told you was the truth. And I’d just promised Dina, hand on heart, that I wouldn’t tell a soul. I can see how that would have looked to you. But then you did that whole spiel about only wanting to be friends and I was… so gutted I had no words left in me.”

“I’m so sorry, Noah. It’s just, I knew you were holding something back, and I guess, with the way my dad was, always having affairs behind mom’s back, I went straight to reading the worst into it. And then rejected you before you could reject me.”

“And, stupid dumb selkie that I am, I couldn’t see through that, couldn’t even reassure you that I care about you.”

“I didn’t give you much chance.”

He looked into her eyes seriously. “No more misunderstandings. We talk things out from now on, okay?”

“Yep, total honesty from here on, I promise. Now, come and sit down and tell me, what’s going to happen with Wyatt and Dina… and the baby?”

She listened, holding his hands, while Noah explained what had transpired that morning.

“I’m going to back off and let Wyatt sort himself out from here,” Noah finished with a determined jut to his jaw. “I’ve realized I’ve been enabling him to take zero responsibility for his actions. I’ve kept bailing him out and rescuing him. Now it’s up to him and Dina to act like the grown adults they are.”

“You won’t be tempted to get involved when there’s a tiny wee selkie in a pram, Uncle Noah?”

His face went kind of goofy soft and she loved that. “Of course, I’ll support them, babysit from time to time.”

It made Harper’s heart melt, thinking of how great he’d be with kids. “Like heck, you’ll be the most adoring uncle ever.”

Noah glanced at her from under ruffled brows. “Yeah, maybe. Though there’s someone else I want to adore right now.”

And then he took her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers, one at a time.

It was so romantic, but then he slid her thumb into his mouth and sucked, and Harper’s pussy obligingly clenched.

Noah glanced up at her out of hooded dark eyes. “So, now what?”

Harper snickered. “We’re supposed to be practicing our lines.”

“I can think of something else I’d like to practice.” He suckled her forefinger into his mouth and heat flooded her panties. She attempted a weak protest, more to string out the pleasure than anything. “You’ve got to try on the Santa pants first.”

“I was thinking more of taking off my pants,” he murmured, leaning in now and stirring the soft hair around her ear with his breath, moving down her throat with his kisses, before coming up to nibble on her lower lip.

“Well, I guess you’ll have to take these off to try on your Santa pants, won’t you?” She arched her body into him. “You’d better stand up so I can help.”

Noah reluctantly stopped nuzzling at her neck and stood. Harper stared at his zipper, bulging to bursting point, and with shaking fingers, started to undo his belt.

As she did, she saw a little foil package sticking out of his front pocket, along with a small bottle.

She drew them out.

A packet of condoms. Large species, ribbed.

And lube.

Harper’s cheeks pinked and she smirked up at Noah. “Looks like Santa’s brought me presents.”

“Yeah, well, this time I wanted to be equipped, babe.” His eyes were dark with lust; their little flirting game was clearly over. They both needed to get down to what really mattered.

Making up for three years of lost time.

Harper jumped up and grabbed his hand. “Then I think it’s time you took me into the bedroom, my hot selkie Santa.”

“My pleasure, my sexy elf,” he growled and swung her up into his arms.

In the bedroom, they made swift work of removing their clothes. Tonight, there was no need to make out half-dressed like teenagers. They had condoms, lube, and the whole evening ahead of them.

What could be better than that?

When they were both naked, Noah husked, “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

“So are you.” She couldn’t help licking her lips at the sight of him. She stepped forward until her nipples brushed his torso, and he gazed down at her with such reverence shining out of his dark eyes. His size and bulk seemed to envelop her as he picked her up and she wound her legs around his hips. She felt his tail wind around her back, then move lower, over the swell of her butt, stroking, and oh gods, the flipper end gave her buttock a delicious little slap.

“Oh my,” she squeaked.

“You like that?”

“I… didn’t know your tail was so dexterous.” Wyatt had certainly not been adventurous with his tail.

“There’s quite a few things I can do with this tail, my love.”

“I can’t wait to find out,” she purred and returned to the very serious task of kissing him.

Noah held her tight, kissing her deeper and more thoroughly as her breasts bobbed against his chest. Finally, he sat down on the bed with her on his lap and she found her legs splayed either side of his thighs, his cock bobbing between them and his tail adding another amazing dimension as it stroked her ass cheeks.

Harper felt she could come just from the myriad sensations of Noah touching her body. And that thick ribbed cock pressed so close to her seam.

She pulled back a little and took it in her small fist, to a groan and a gift of milky pre-cum seeping from the slit.

She stroked around it, enjoying the feel of the ripples, the head swollen and shaped with a curve that would perfectly hit her G-spot.

Suddenly she couldn’t wait.

“I need you inside me,” she gasped.

“Like this, on my lap?”

“Just like this. Condoms?” she gasped, looking around, suddenly not sure where she’d put them.

Noah laughed. “I know exactly where they are, babe.” One big hand reached back onto the coverlet and grabbed the packet. “And we’ll need lube, too. I’m a big guy.”

“I did kinda notice.”

Together they fumbled with the packaging, their hands trembling, both laughing at their desperate efforts.

Finally, she snatched the condom pack from his grasp, ripped open the foil with her teeth, and was soon rolling it over his length.

They both watched in awe as slowly Noah smoothed lube around his tip, then teased her clit with that big cock head. Harper gasped as a starburst of sensations raced up to her scalp and right down to her toes.

Oh, sweet goddess, her pussy was desperate to take him.

She needed his big cock inside her. Needed to ride him to completion. She’d waited so very long to be here, Harper knew she couldn’t wait a single second more.

“Noah,” she begged, “please just fuck me. Now.”