Thankful For Him: An Instalove Possessive Holiday Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  “Your Dad’s back is what worries me,” I confess to her.

  Years ago, before I left for the other side of the world, Mark injured himself at work, a foreman with a multi-national construction company. They did the right thing by him, kept him on in a limited capacity, made sure he was financially secure when he couldn’t manage that.

  Misty gnaws at her lip again, undecided, torn between my word and her Dad’s orders which couldn’t be much clearer.

  “And are you gonna just leave me here as well?” she asks, pouting with fear.

  “Never,” I grunt, clutching her elbows again. Dragging her close. So close I can feel the heat of her skin on mine as I automatically lower my head to-

  To what?

  I can’t.

  Mark. Buddy.

  I just can’t.

  Not your daughter.

  “Zak,” she whimpers, shivering under my grip.

  I don’t just want to kiss her, I want to fold her over the damned counter and fill her with my cock is what I want to do.

  At this moment, I know it’s what she wants too.

  But the timing couldn’t be worse.

  “I can’t,” I groan, letting her free and turning away, forcing myself to face the window, leaning against the sink.

  The lightest touch of her hand on my back makes me jerk, I feel my lip curl into a smile, and my dick press hard north between me and a hundred dollars of stainless steel kitchen hardware.

  “Dad said to stay put,” she whispers hoarsely, and her flat palm turns into a tracing finger down my spine, sending an electric charge straight to my manhood.

  The manhood I want inside her, filling her with my seed.

  I swing around, grabbing her again, feeling her yield to my grip as I pull her close again.

  “Just tell me this is what you want?” I demand, not even having to force her hand as I bring it to my thick, aching cock.

  She gasps, her eyes rolling back and I almost have to hold her upright.

  But her flat palm starts to run its way up and down my shaft, through my pants, making us both groan.

  “I thought you might’ve kissed me first,” she ventures, her eyes fluttering into focus.

  “I can’t,” I tell her, voicing my own demons.

  “Why?” she asks, pouting again, looking hurt until I bring her so close her thick chest and belly rest against my raging hardness.

  “Because once I start… I won’t ever stop,” I tell her truthfully.

  “Oh, Zak,” she gasps, half gripping my shaft with both hands through my pants as she tries to yank at it, making a sound like she’s about to come all by herself.

  I can’t take this much longer.

  “Tell me!” I command. “Tell me you’ll be mine.”

  Her head bobs in agreement until she can finally mouth the words I’ve longed to hear since I laid eyes on her at the airport. Since I first saw her graduation photo.

  “I’m yours Zak if you’ll just take me… Ugh! Take me, Zak.”

  I grab her harder, so hard she squeaks.

  “I can’t! Don’t you get it?” I growl.

  We both look down, I feel ashamed at having barked at her but I know she understands my feelings.

  “Your Dad…” I sigh.

  We both know it’s an impossible situation.

  We want each other but we’re telling ourselves we shouldn’t to protect him from the fact.

  “Look,” start to explain. “It’s thanksgiving tomorrow, the whole reason I’m here. Your Dad is expecting me to-”

  Everything stops.

  I look into her clear blue eyes staring into mine and I can’t stop it.

  I lean in, craning her neck with my hand, and kiss her.

  I kiss her dammit, and I fucking show her how much I love her in one instant. I tell her with my lips, with my whole body pressing into hers what she means to me.

  We can deal with her Dad later.

  For now, I need to give my girl some more of this loving I know she’s craving.

  But I step back. “I should go fix the generator so we have some power.” I protest after pressing my mouth over hers, feeling her yield to my strength fully.

  “I can see you just fine, fix this,” she murmurs, grabbing my crotch again, making me groan loudly.

  Needing her now like nothing else.

  My hands stray to her chest, fingering her thick, pebbled nipples through her blouse as she moans, lifting the knitted fabric high enough for me to have instant access.

  Against all my own internal ‘told you so’s’ I grab her, I lift her clean off the ground, and carry her over to the couch in the living room.

  “I’m gonna do what I shoulda done the moment I laid eyes on you, Misty,” I tell her, yanking at her gray track pants with one hand as my other hand fishes for my stiff cock, meeting both her soft hands as she helps me to heave out my throbbing meat as it bobs free from its fabric prison.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Misty

  I’ve never even kissed a boy, let alone had a real man like Zak just scoop me up like this.

  My heart’s about to explode in my chest, but there’s something else deeper inside me that wants out too.

  Something else that wants to pop. The sight of Zak’s manhood tips me over the boiling point.

  This is real now, it’s actually happening. And it’s happening to me for once.

  I feel the familiar rooms of the lake house swirl around me; matched with the new wonder of having Zak grip me in his strong arms.

  I falter for a moment, worried suddenly again about my Dad. About the food in the truck still. About my own indecision. About everything like I always do.

  “I want you, Misty. I need you to be mine,” Zak groans as I feel my hands fumble to free the part of him I crave most.

  But his hands stop me, pressing them back down on the sofa behind me as he leans over me, moving himself down as he pulls my tracks pants.

  I’m far from fighting him, I can’t wait for him to have full access to me and I shiver at the thought of what a dream coming true actually feels like.

  Despite my efforts to reach his stiffness, Zak’s focus is all about me.

  I lift my hips so he can slide my track pants and panties all the way down in one swift motion, not even minding he’ll see my nakedness in the half-light.

  His own moans of satisfaction, plus his firm hands around my rear as he draws me to his face send a shiver I can’t control any longer through me.

  In seconds, his warm mouth is covering my drenched pussy, swirling his tongue straight into my already twitching hole.

  I grab a hold of Zack’s thick hair with both hands, running my fingers through it as he runs himself over me, drawing a sound from deep inside me.

  A sound I never knew I could make.

  The sound of total pleasure.

  Within seconds, it’s like the cabin and the whole world disappears as Zak sets to work on giving me his gift.

  His full attention is on my body, on my absolute pleasure. Feeling his huge, strong hands running across every inch of me he can access is better than anything I could have imagined.

  The groans and grunts of Zak’s own satisfaction tell me he’s getting his fill as much as I am, even though I thought most guys just wanted to take care of their own needs first.

  Zak’s the exact opposite, and he lets me know he won’t quit until he hears me call out his name as I come in his mouth.

  And then?

  The thought makes my nervous spike, I should tell him.

  But a wave of pleasure ripples through me so hard I forget how to even think, let alone tell Zak anything apart from gripping him harder and moaning louder.

  Zak brings his hands to the outside of my thighs, pressing them closer to his face, one on each of his cheeks as he growls with delight.

  His fingers find their way to my wetness again, and along with his tongue, they join in to take me to a whole new level of pleasure that I know I can’t con
tain for much longer.

  Sensing how close I am, Zak takes his mouth off me only long enough to order me to come in his mouth.

  “I want to taste all of you, Misty. Come for me,” he says in a deep tone that ripples through me, making it a certainty rather than just a rising feeling.

  His hands grip my rump again, tighter and I hear my moans grow higher as I try to mouth his name out loud.

  My hips roll and my whole body starts to shake as I feel my first climax ever explode, right where Zak wants it most.

  Right where he can have all of me closest to him.

  My trembling is matched by the strength of his hold on me and I hear the one word that manages to get free of my lips.

  His name.

  The name I pledge myself to forever as of this moment.

  The man I know I want to give myself to, now and always.

  I’m still shuddering as Zak moves his powerful body up mine. I don’t mind his whole weight on me either, I welcome it. It grounds me.

  He kisses me tenderly, letting me taste myself and him at the same time as he growls again with supreme satisfaction.

  I can feel his thick heat pressing against my belly, reminding me of his own urgent need. His own arousal, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all, he lies with me like that for quite a while before my senses return enough to finally tell him.

  “I’ve never…” I start, my voice catching in my throat, and met with another of Zak’s kisses.

  “You’ve never had it so good?” he says hoarsely, finishing my sentence, but I press both hands on his rock hard chest, clawing at him almost as I try to find the words.

  “I’m a virgin,” I finally stammer quietly, feeling a sob rise in the back of my throat where there were just moans of pleasure just a few moments ago.

  But Zak doesn’t recoil.

  He doesn’t make fun of me and he certainly doesn’t make me feel any less because of it.

  “Secret?” he asks shyly. “I was actually hoping that was the case,” he tells me, holding me tighter all over again, his hands like magnets to every spot on my body that needs him, his whole body pressing into mine like a perfect fit.

  “But I still want to-” I start to tell him.

  “Say it again,” he orders gently. “Tell me you want to be mine. Tell me you’ll be mine alone and nobody else’s, ever.”

  “I do want to,” I say, trying to finish. “I want you to claim me as your one and only. But Dad… This place,” I trail off.

  “I know. Maybe we need to find your Dad first and then take it from there,” he says with some resignation.

  “But I want you now, I want this,” I remind him, gripping him again, making him groan as we both laugh for a moment before I have to agree, my Dad’s safety should come first.

  “Can you wait?” I ask, feeling a warm trickle from his smooth tip in my palm, which makes us both gasp.

  “I’ll have you yet, Misty Rivers. Mark my words,” he promises me.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Zak

  Hearing her say it, practically begging me to take her here and now, it makes not only the situation harder.

  I’ve never been so hard in my life and it’s all because of her.

  I have no doubts about wanting her, about my need to claim her. But I do have doubts about doing it on my best friend’s couch in his lake house, especially while he’s missing in action.

  Misty murmurs something about the food still in the truck. It’s on ice but she should get it inside.

  I sleepily remind her that there’s no power anyway and we both groan and chuckle.

  The wind outside picks up and a huge crack of thunder right over the house makes her hold onto me even tighter as I fumble for the blanket draped across the back of the sofa.

  “Let’s just stay here for a minute, you and me?” I suggest, feeling her head nod against my chest as our body heat collects under the blanket.

  It’s risky, her naked and me on top of her like this, but right now, I don’t think either of us wants to break the magical spell we’ve both fallen so hard under.

  I hear her say something about tomorrow being thanksgiving, that she has so much to do but in no time at all I feel us both falling deeper into something else.

  The sleep we’re both craving.

  It feels like I’ve only just dozed off, but the room seems lighter once I feel Misty jolt awake.

  The rain pounds hard on the tin roof and the wind in the cold, empty chimney isn’t enough to dull the sound of her Dad’s truck on the thick gravel outside.

  In a split second, she’s up off me and in another room, hissing something about keeping her Dad busy for a few minutes while she gets dressed.

  I shake my head and pinch my eyes, reminding myself where I am, what’s already happened between Misty and me.

  I watch the door after straightening my own clothes up, telling myself it’s fine for me to have had a nap so soon after arriving. I’ve just come off a long overseas flight.

  But the door doesn’t open. Nothing happens.

  Finally, I hear the horn of Mark’s truck. It’s a sudden unexpected blast, making me think he might have hit it by mistake, but once he presses it down for a few seconds, both Misty and I know something’s up.

  She comes rushing out of her room, pulling a fresh sweater on and looking like something I want to drag back to bed all over again.

  But her eyes have the same urgency, the same sharp edge as the sounds from outside.

  “I had a nap and you were trying to fix the generator,” I inform her as we both move swiftly towards the door. She stabs her head in agreement but by the time I open the door, I can see our story doesn’t matter.

  Mark’s grimaced face tells it all.

  I’ve seen that look before, even on my own face.

  He’s glad to see Misty and I are safe and we followed his instructions, but he’s disappointed too.

  The one thing in his life that always gets between what he wants and what he’s able to do.

  “My back!” he calls out to me, gripping the truck’s wheel so hard as he tries to lift his weight from the seat.

  I’m over to him in a second, easing him out of the cab as he huffs and grunts, swearing under his breath.

  “Easy, Mark. Easy,” I tell him gently, trying hard not to move him any way he doesn’t want as I take his weight.

  Mark’s a big enough guy, and considering his back he looks after himself, keeps in shape.

  “We stayed put, Dad. Just like you said,” Misty chimes, getting herself wet and her shoes muddied as she tries to support him from the opposite side.

  “I know you did, sweetie. And I went out like the lone ranger when the power went and I couldn’t get either of you on your cells.”

  A fresh spasm of agony rips through him as we mount the front steps. I feel for Mark, I really do. Especially because I know getting a doctor out here on thanksgiving is a long shot, with no phones and no power.

  And my mind is already turning to the thing I want most of all.

  She holds my stare as we help her Dad onto the same couch I just ate her out on, shaking her head as her eyes narrow.

  I can only shrug but I get the strong impression Misty wishes I’d claimed her while we both had our chance.

  “Sitting or lying?” is all I ask Mark, who’s face is flushed red as he tries to keep a brave face on for me and for Misty.

  “Lying,” he grunts, gasping one more time before I finally help him lie down completely flat, and pull out the cushions from under his neck.

  “Daddy, tell me what to do. What do you need?” Misty asks, wringing her hands as she kneels down beside him.

  “I think I’ve just gone and ruined Thanksgiving is all,” Mark says bitterly, wincing in pain again as Misty’s eyes meet mine again for a second.

  “Welcome home, buddy!” he grimaces again, trying to hold his hand out but only manages another agonizing cry.

  “I’m getting a doctor,” I hear mys
elf saying to them both. The man needs medical help, not a damned couch.

  But Mark’s not having any of it and waves away my concerns, even my direct order for him to get professional help.

  “You know as well as I do, Zak, once that disc pops it needs nothing but rest until it’s good and ready to slide back in. I overdid it, racing around when I couldn’t reach you two, that’s all. I’m not gonna let this ruin our Thanksgiving,” he says with a note of finality that cancels out mine.

  Wait until you hear the part about how I ate your daughter, right where you’re lying.

  I can’t think like that. I mustn’t.

  Misty seems to read my mind and hides a smile behind her palm before she strokes her Dad’s brow.

  “At least let me get you a Tylenol, Dad?” she pleads, and he nods his head sharply.

  “Thanks, sweetie. Say? Did you manage to get the generator going? All that food, is it in the icebox yet?” he asks.

  Forever the organizer, I lean in and fib a little, telling Mark that everything’s under control.

  Another quick glance at Misty tells her to keep her Dad comfortable while I go do some chores.

  “I’ve just about got that generator going, Mark,” I tell him as he tells Misty not to fuss over him so much.

  He’s still trying to lean onto his elbow, calling out after me to promise and tell him all about my trip when he cries out in pain again, slumping back.

  Misty catches my arm in the kitchen as I make my way outback. “I’ll be out there in a minute to give you a hand with that generator,” she whispers in my ear, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

  I want to tell her no, that we need to be careful. But the heat of her breath on my ear is enough to send me wanting her like never before.

  I brush her hair with my hand, taking in her scent as I grip her hand tightly before letting it go quickly.

  One more second of this and I’ll explode, I know it.

  Why couldn’t we have had Thanksgiving at a hotel? With separate rooms?

  CHAPTER NINE

  Misty

  I thought my heart would stop once I hear Dad’s truck, and it’s not like I’m glad he’s put his back out either.