Mail-Order Brides For Christmas

by Frankie Love

  Winter giggled. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem because—”

  “Let’s get on with it then,” I muttered, cutting her off.

  Winter looked up at me with confusion, but I just grabbed her hand and tugged her along as I followed the judge into his living room.

  Five minutes later, we were married. I considered kissing her when the judge got to that part, but I didn’t trust myself to stay in control. So, I brushed a simple kiss on her forehead and thanked the judge before dragging Winter back out to the SUV.

  Chapter Four

  Winter

  Christopher wasn’t acting at all how I’d expected a man who didn’t want a real wife to behave. I had thought he’d be friendly but distant. Instead, he was a little gruff and seemed to want to keep me close. He was also way too handsome for my comfort. My fingers itched to run through his dark hair. I felt as though I could stare into his brown eyes for hours on end, and his butt—along with the rest of his tall and muscular frame—could feed my feminine fantasies for years.

  Keeping my hands off him and my heart from getting all mushy was going to be difficult—but there was no backing out now since we were already married. I was going to have to figure out how to stop myself from jumping his bones, though. That chaste brush of his lips across my forehead when the judge announced that he could kiss the bride made it clear he didn’t feel the same magnetic pull to me as I did with him.

  Knowing my attraction to my new husband was one-sided left me feeling awkward as we drove through Snow Valley. It was even more quaint than I’d pictured, with charming storefronts lining the streets in the small downtown area. As we passed a tree farm, I asked, “Is your Christmas tree up, or do you like to wait until closer to the big day to do that?”

  “Yeah, my mom took care of it for me this year.” He cleared his throat, and his cheeks filled with a ruddy color. “She goes a little overboard when it comes to the holiday season. She and my dad took care of the tree while I was working at my pub one night last week because my mom convinced him that I had put it off for too long. But I did the lights on the outside of the house. The last thing either of them needs to do is climb two stories high on a ladder.”

  I really liked that this big, gruff guy was a little embarrassed about letting his mom decorate his home for Christmas. It was sweet how much he cared about her. A bit of dating advice I’d once heard popped into my head—judge how a man will treat you by how he acts with his mother. I had no doubt that Christopher would make some lucky woman an incredible husband in the future...after we got our marriage annulled. Feeling even more disappointed after meeting him, I heaved a deep sigh over leaving Snow Valley and Christopher behind once the town was safe from the Titan Corporation.

  “If you don’t like the decorations, we can change them,” he offered, reaching over to pat my thigh before quickly putting his hand back on the wheel as the SUV slipped slightly on the snow-covered road.

  I pasted a smile on my face and shook my head. “I’m sure they’ll be great.”

  The air felt thick in the vehicle, silence swirling around us as I stared out my window. When we passed a ski slope, I craned my neck to keep it in sight. Christopher must have noticed because he asked, “Do you ski?”

  “I’ve never had the chance, but I always thought it looked like so much fun.” My gaze followed the trail of a dark figure zipping down the mountain. “I bet the conditions are perfect with all the snow coming down.”

  “I haven’t skied in ages, but I could take you sometime if you’d like,” he offered.

  Spending time with Christopher doing something I’ve wanted to try forever sounded perfect to me—except for the part where he’d probably need to put his hands on me to help teach me how to ski. “No worries. I’m sure your calendar is already full. I can just take some lessons or something while you’re busy with other stuff.”

  “No.”

  When he didn’t add anything else to his one-word response, my head whipped around. Staring at him, I asked, “Pardon?”

  “I’m your husband. If anyone is going to teach you how to ski, it’s going to be me,” he insisted gruffly, gripping the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles went white.

  I didn’t understand why this was so important to him when I’d gotten the impression he wasn’t going to have much to do with me while I was in Snow Valley. “But why?”

  “All the instructors are men,” he grunted, turning the wheel to pull into a driveway.

  The two-story brick house with twinkling white icicle lights lining the roof was so pretty, I legit wanted to cry. I’d somehow found myself married—in name only—to the perfect man, who lived in the perfect town, and owned the perfect house. Life really wasn’t fair sometimes. Handing me everything I’d ever dreamed of but only letting me keep it all for a few months.

  “Don’t get out yet,” Christopher commanded as he parked in front of the garage, the passenger door lined up with the sidewalk leading to the front of the house.

  I figured he wanted to clear the walkway so I wouldn’t slip in the snow. Sighing over how thoughtful he was, I watched him walk up to the house and open the door. Instead of grabbing a shovel, he stomped back over to my side of the SUV. Then he flung open the passenger door and leaned in to unbuckle my seat belt.

  “Thank y—” My whisper turned into a yelp when he slid his hands under my butt and thighs to lift me out of the SUV. Twining my arms around his neck to hold on, I squealed, “What are you doing?”

  He kicked the vehicle door shut and started to march toward the house. “Carrying my bride over the threshold.”

  “But that doesn’t make any sense,” I murmured, holding on tight even though he was carrying me as though I weighed almost nothing. “It seems silly to honor marriage traditions when I’m not your real bride, and I’ll only be here long enough to save your town.”

  His hold on me tightened as the front door slammed shut behind us. He didn’t explain the logic behind his actions. Instead, he remained silent while he stomped up the stairs and down the hall. I didn’t catch what most of the house looked like, but I did spot a vase filled with pretty flowers in a bedroom as we passed. I found it a little odd since Christopher didn’t seem like the kind of guy who kept flowers in his home, but I didn’t get the chance to ask him about it before he walked into what had to be the master bedroom and practically tossed me onto the mattress of the king-sized bed.

  “What in the world are you doing?” I gasped, bouncing on the soft surface.

  “Getting ready to consummate our marriage,” he rumbled, shocking the heck out of me as he followed me down and covered my body with his, snowy boots and all.

  My head was spinning out of confusion and from having him so close. Since he’d been the one to insist on our marriage being in name only, I wondered if I’d misheard what he’d just said. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

  His lips were so close to mine, they were almost touching when he whispered, “How about I show you instead?”

  Chapter Five

  Christopher

  My mouth crashed down onto Winter’s, and I felt my world finally right itself. She was my wife in our house, in our bed, and I was going to make her mine in every sense of the word.

  She tasted like spiced apples and cinnamon, and I wondered if I’d encounter the same flavor everywhere. I was sure as fuck going to find out. Her velvety tongue tentatively touched mine, and I groaned as I put more of my weight on her, grinding my hard on into the apex of her thighs.

  Her body felt soft beneath mine, but there was too much clothing between us. Holding onto her waist, I pulled her with me as I sat up, then set her on my lap to straddle me. Without breaking our kiss, I unzipped my coat, shrugged it off, and tossed it to the floor. Hers quickly followed as I toed off my boots. I was grateful for my long arms when I grasped the heels of her boots and yanked them off.

  Words were definitely not my strong suit—I’d rather show than tell. So, I was l
oath to separate our mouths because I was sure Winter would ask questions. Ones I didn’t want to answer until she was irrevocably tied to me. I was sorely tempted to push down her jeans, free my cock, and take her right then and there.

  But my wife deserved so much more than that. And I wanted to feel her bare skin rubbing against mine while I fucked her to completion. I tore my lips away. And as quickly as I could, I whipped my shirt over my head and chucked it before doing the same with hers.

  I glanced at her beautiful face nervously, then felt immense satisfaction at the raw hunger in her eyes. She still seemed a little confused, but my instincts told me it was due to lack of experience, which made me incredibly happy.

  “Are you a virgin, sugar?” I asked gently.

  A pretty blush stained her cheeks, and she nodded.

  I would want Winter no matter what, but knowing I was the only man who would ever be inside her pussy made me want to beat on my chest like a damn caveman.

  A smile spread across my face, and her eyes widened as she stared at me in the same way she had when I’d smiled in the car. I took advantage of her stunned state and lowered my lips to hers once more. While my mouth devoured her, my hands glided up her sides and around to her back where I popped the catch on her bra.

  Even through all her layers, I’d been able to tell that Winter was all curves. But as her bra fell and her tits spilled free, my breath caught in my throat when I cupped each full, round globe. They more than filled my hands, and her hard nipples scraped across my palms as she pressed her chest forward. A little moan escaped, and I broke our kiss to drop my head as I lifted her breasts so I could take one rigid peak in my mouth.

  Winter gasped and shuddered. Her thighs clenched, and she twined her hands into my hair. I nibbled and sucked for a bit, then switched to give the other side the same attention. My cock was doing its best to rip through the zipper of my jeans, especially with the heat from my wife’s pussy as she rocked her hips to get closer. She tried to increase her speed, but I moved my hands down to still her hips and let her nipple go with a pop.

  “Not like this, sugar. The first time I see you come will not be from dry humping me while we sit half clothed on the side of our bed.”

  She whimpered, and her hands tugged at my hair as she leaned in and rubbed her tits on my chest. “Fuck,” I grunted. In no time, I had her flat on her back in the center of the bed. I yanked off her socks, then unzipped her pants and tugged them—with her panties—down her legs and off her, leaving them in yet another pile on the floor. I sucked a fast breath at the sight before me. She was so gorgeous that she took my breath away.

  I ran the tip of one finger lightly up her slit, being careful not to dip between her folds just yet. “Open,” I commanded. “Show me your pretty pussy, sugar.”

  Winter looked a little unsure, but when I circled her clit, she moaned and her legs fell wide, baring her completely. She glistened with her arousal, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

  Hurrying to divest myself of the rest of my clothes, I climbed onto the bed and settled on my stomach between her legs. Just the sight of her sex had me grinding my hard on into the mattress, seeking some kind of temporary relief. But when I bent low and inhaled her scent, pre-come leaked from my tip.

  Knowing I wouldn’t last long, I placed my arms over her legs to keep them open, then used my thumbs to pull back her pussy lips. “Fuck. I can’t believe this is mine.” I bit the inside of her thigh just hard enough to get her attention. She went up onto her elbows, and her eyes flew to meet my intense stare. “Only mine. Is that clear, Winter?”

  She opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something, but I licked her from bottom to top. “Yes,” she hissed. I wasn’t sure if it was an affirmation of my statement or a moan of pleasure, but I chose to take it as both.

  “Are you on anything, Winter?” I rasped, praying she said no. Come hell or high water, I was going to breed my wife tonight.

  She gasped and sat up. “No! Do you—”

  “No,” I growled. Then I distracted her by licking her again. I lapped at the fresh juices gushing out with each stroke of my tongue, then I stabbed it into her channel. “Oh, fuck, sugar,” I groaned when I’d taken it out. “Your pussy is so tight. I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock. It’s gonna milk me for everything I’ve got and fill you up until you’re completely stuffed with my come.” I thrust my tongue in a few more times, licking up and circling her clit each time I retreated. “I need you to come, sugar,” I groaned. “I’m not gonna last much longer, and I’m not wasting any of my seed outside your womb.”

  Just the thought of Winter carrying our baby was enough to set me off, but I called on every ounce of my strength to hold out just a little longer. I inserted a finger in her wet hole, struggling to get it to fit. It finally slid in after a few tries, then I worked on getting in a second one. She was so damn snug; I wanted to stretch her so she’d be able to take my big, long cock.

  “Christopher,” she whined as she wiggled her hips. It was hot as fuck to hear her say my name like that. I doubled my efforts, and when the second digit was all the way in, I sucked hard on her clit and thrust my fingers in and out like my dick would soon be doing. I curled them up, and she went off, shouting my name as her orgasm took over.

  Before she’d even begun to descend from her climax, I crawled up her body and took her mouth in a hungry kiss. Knowing she could taste herself on my tongue was more than I could stand. Since the muscles in her pussy would be much more lax as she came down from her high, I lined up my engorged, pulsing head with the entrance to heaven.

  Slowly, I pushed inside, then pulled back, going a little farther each time. Luckily, she was so wet that it helped me slide in easier. Eventually, I bumped into the thin barrier of her innocence and paused. I fucking hated that I would be forced to hurt her. Better to just get it over with, though, so I could take away the pain with the ecstasy of another climax.

  “I’m sorry, sugar. Now, take a deep breath,” I mumbled against her lips. She did as she was told, and I punched my hips forward, sheathing my cock from root to tip. “Fuck!” I shouted as her walls swallowed me whole. She was so fucking hot and tight, black spots danced in my vision as I nearly passed out from the sheer bliss.

  Winter whimpered, and I looked down at her in alarm. “Are you alright?”

  Her eyes were swimming with unshed tears, but she nodded. I kissed her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, then her lips, holding very still until her body adjusted to my size.

  “It’s better now,” she whispered after a minute. “I feel really full and stretched, but the pain is mostly gone.”

  Thank fuck. I was teetering on my breaking point. “Put your legs around me, sugar.”

  After she complied with my request, I bent my head to suck on one of her nipples as I began to move lazily in and out. Winter moaned, and her legs clamped around me, so I increased my speed, following her cues. By the time I was pounding into her at a fast, hard pace, we were both panting, and our skin glistened from our sweat.

  “You are so fucking perfect,” I grunted. “So tight. Fuck, yeah.” Her hands grabbed at the strands of my hair, and she cried out as I shifted the angle of my hips to make sure I was hitting just the right spot. “You want more, sugar?”

  “Faster,” she breathed. “Harder. Yes! Yes!”

  She shouted as I pushed myself until I was slamming in and out, our skin slapping together, and the bed rocking into the wall.

  Something snapped inside me, and I lost all control. Instead of making love, it became raw, animalistic fucking. And this animal wanted nothing more than to breed his mate. My balls were heavy, and my dick was so thick it was painful. I felt my climax hurtling to the surface, so I slipped a hand between us and pinched Winter’s clit, causing her to throw her head back and scream as another orgasm took over.

  Her pussy clenched so hard that it pulled me right over the edge with her. “Winter! Fuck, yes!” I roared as my dick exploded i
nside her.

  I played with her clit some more and continued to thrust as I came, working her up toward one last peak. “Another one, sugar,” I demanded. “I want you to come while I fill you. Your womb will take in more of it.” To my shock, when Winter tumbled into a third climax, I followed her once again. We came together, her body opening to the endless jets of hot seed spurting from my shaft.

  When I was finally empty and Winter was lying limp and exhausted beneath me, I rolled to my back, taking her with me. I stayed inside her as she sprawled across my chest, her eyelids heavy as her breathing evened out.

  “You talk a lot,” she mumbled.

  I chuckled and rubbed a hand up and down the smooth, silky skin of her back. “Told you. You’re the only one I want to talk to.”

  She yawned adorably, then rubbed her nose in my chest hair before settling on her cheek again. “We shouldn’t have done that with no protection,” she mumbled suddenly, her voice sounding anxious. “And now we can’t get an annulment. Why—”

  “Sleep, sugar,” I insisted, cutting her off. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” I put my hands on her ass and gave it a squeeze, which pushed my rapidly hardening cock farther into her depths. Shit. Her virgin pussy needed to rest. I probably shouldn’t have kept my dick inside her, but I didn’t want any come slipping out.

  My rod, and the caveman inside me, didn’t give a shit about her tenderness. They wanted to fuck her again and again until we couldn’t move, and she was knocked up. I had a stern talk with myself and eventually fell asleep. Unfortunately, my cock took over my brain in my sleepy state, and I ended up taking Winter twice more through the night.

  Chapter Six

  Winter