A Groom For Christmas (Seven Brides of Christmas Book 1)

by K. L. Fast

  Whimpering, I start rubbing my clit faster, picturing it's his hands instead of mine. I scream out as I bring myself to orgasm. My legs get weak and I have to lean against the cool shower wall. All to slow my racing heart after a few minutes my legs stop shaking and I finally get out of the shower. I quickly dry off and wrap my hair in a towel then walk straight to my closet. I have the perfect outfit, that I have been waiting to wear for a special occasion and I think this definitely counts as that. I lay it out on the bed. The hardest part of picking out my outfit is my shoes. I love shoes. I mean love them, love them. I spend the next five minutes butt-ass naked trying to find the perfect pair, when I do, I go to my top dresser drawer and pick out my favorite lingerie set.

  Though no man has ever seen me naked, I still love wearing them. They make me feel powerful and sexy all at the same time. I put them on and I blush picturing Kyle taking them off of me. I glance at the time and swear under my breath. I have ten minutes to get ready. I walk back into my bathroom and let my hair down. I sigh as the cool breeze hits my skin from the fan. I always have to turn on a fan when I am doing my makeup and hair. Otherwise, I'm going to sweat all over the place and look like a clown.

  I spend the next three minutes blow drying my hair and putting a little product in it to make my curls pop. Then I start on my makeup. Luckily, I don't wear a lot and it takes me all of five minutes to do it because when I look at the clock again, I have four minutes before he is supposed to get here.

  I put on my black quarter sleeve skin tight dress that just shows a hint of cleavage. It lands a few inches above my knees. I pair it with violet five-inch heels, which if I guessed exactly right, will make me come up right under his chin. That means all I’ll have to do is tilt my head back for him to kiss me. The doorbell rings as I walk down the stairs, my heart is racing. I have to take a few deep breaths before I make my way towards the door.

  Four

  Kyle

  I am not prepared for how fucking hot she looks right now. So ridiculously hot that I don't want anyone else looking at her. Fuck, those heels will look amazing digging into my ass. The tie I am wearing matches her shoes. Crazy. I didn’t even think to tell her that dinner would be at a fancy restaurant.

  “Hey there, Delilah,” I say, leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. When I pull back, she rolls her eyes at me. “What?” I question.

  “Thanks, but it’s not like I haven't heard that before,” she says, grabbing her coat. I take it from her and help her into it. I'm irrationally jealous of all the other dates she's been on. What the fuck is wrong with me. The smirk on her face tells me that I must not be thinking the same thing she is.

  “I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about,” I say honestly.

  “You know, the song?” I shake my head.

  “I really don't.”

  “Plain White T's mega hit from like 2005,” she says laughing.

  “I was in the Army in 2005. Didn't listen to music much,” I say.

  “I see. Well we will have to get you up to date on music then,” she says playfully.

  “That sounds, educational. You look gorgeous, by the way,” I say tactfully.

  “You look mighty handsome yourself. You’d think we planned this,” she says pointing to my tie as she steps into the hallway, shutting and locking her door behind her.

  We head out to my truck and I open the door for her. Once we are on the road, she reaches over and grabs my hand. I like the feeling of her smaller, softer hand in mine. I use my thumb to stroke small circles over the back of her hand. I feel her responding shiver. I smile.

  “By the way, thank you for your service. Can I ask where you were stationed?” She asks quietly.

  “Afghanistan,” I practically whisper. I have been out of the Army for ten years and I can still remember the scent of gunpowder and the coppery smell of blood. It haunts my dreams and if I never think it about it again, it will be too soon.

  “Oh, God.” I can tell she wants to ask me more about my time there, but doesn’t, thankfully. I don’t exactly have PTSD, but I don’t want to relieve it either. Most people don’t care about my feelings and pepper me questions about my time there. I love that she gets it.

  “So are you from around here?” I say, changing the subject.

  “Yes. I am originally from Lawrenceville. My parents still live out there. You?”

  “Cartersville. I still live out there. My parents died in a car crash in Chattanooga about four years ago,” I say quickly. It hurts remembering that they are gone.

  “I'm sorry for your loss. That has to be tough,” she says softly. For the first time, I actually believe that is a genuine sentiment. You hear it often, but it always seems off, but when she says it, I feel like she knew them.

  “Thanks. It is. It's just my little sister, Rory and I. My grandparents were already in Florida for their golden years, and I refused to take that away from them. She's a freshman at Kennesaw State. How old are you?” I ask, clearing my throat.

  “Twenty-five. You?”

  “Thirty-three, thirty-four tomorrow,” I say, less than enthused that I am getting older.

  “Happy early birthday, then,” she says excitedly.

  “Thank you.” I wonder if she realizes that she is still holding my hand.

  “You finished raising your sister?” she asks.

  “Yep. My parents did all the hard work, I just made sure she graduated high school,” I say. Rory wasn’t a bad kid and truly I just provided a roof over her head. She worked and got good grades. My parents provided for her college and then some. Neither one of us has to worry about money for the rest of our lives.

  “I get that. So, where are you taking me? I hope I'm dressed ok.”

  “You are dressed perfectly. We are going for drinks at Sips Under The Sea.”

  “At the aquarium?” she asks.

  “Yep. Followed by dinner at Francois.” She giggles and claps her hands, wiggling in her seat. I guess she is excited.

  “I love Francois, but I don’t get to go often. How on earth did you get a table?”

  “I have a standing reservation,” I say. I watch her face deflate. “Because, I do all their IT work. I have helped them out of a jam or two on an emergency basis.”

  “Oh, wow. That’s kinda cool.” Her smile returns. Was she jealous?

  The normally twenty minute drive takes forty-five with the construction that is going on, but we make it just in time for a drink.

  I bought the tickets online earlier, so we were inside in just a few minutes. We walk over to the bar that is set up in the middle of the room.

  “What can I get you?” The bartender asks. I don’t like the way he is looking at Delilah, so I put my arm around her shoulder. Sure, it’s a dick move, but she is with me.

  “I’ll have a rum and coke, please,” she says sweetly.

  “I’ll have a Jack and Coke,” I say gruffer than I meant to.

  “That will be twenty-two dollars,” The bartender says. I hand him my credit card and I sign the receipt.

  The bartender hands over our order and we walk around the aquarium, drinks in hand.

  “So tell me about yourself,” I say as we take in the different tanks.

  “There’s not much to tell, honestly. My favorite color is purple, any shade and I love unbuttered, unsalted popcorn. I’ll watch anything. I read romance novels like they are going out of style. Other than that, I have been getting my business off the ground for the last few years,” she says all in one breath.

  “What made you go into matchmaking?” I ask.

  “My grandmother was pretty famous in Brooklyn. She set up something like thirty couples in the fifties and sixties and they lasted. I want to help people find their happily ever afters. What about you?”

  “I started consulting on IT matters after I got out of the Army. They taught me about computers, when I made a unilateral move between combat and non-combat. I haven’t been on a date in years and I’m afraid I�
�m a bit rusty.”

  “You are doing really good,” she says smiling.

  When we reach the penguins, she hands me her empty glass and get up close to the glass. The look on her face is one of pure joy.

  “I love, love, love penguins. I may have a tattoo of one somewhere on my body,” she says, winking at me.

  Fuck, do I want to see that. I glance at my watch and see that our dinner reservation is in less than ten minutes. Where did the time go? Wandering around this place, talking to her about every little thing you can imagine sure takes up a lot of time.

  “We should go, our reservation is for eight forty-five,” I say taking her attention away from the penguins.

  “Um, this is already the coolest thing I have ever done, I can’t imagine topping it,” she says laughing. I reach for her hand. She lets me and squeezes mine. I hand our empty glasses to a passing waiter and head outside with her. The restaurant is within walking distance, so I leave my truck where I parked and take off in the direction of the restaurant.

  We arrive with minutes to spare, and are seated right away. The staff is efficient. We have drinks and have ordered within minutes.

  “So, I assume penguins are your favorite animal. Do you have a least favorite?” I try using some conversation starters from an article I read recently. Not that we have had any lags in our conversation so far, but I want to know all I can about her.

  “To be honest, I am not a pet person at all. I am more of a babies kind of girl.” she says taking a drink of her wine.

  “Is that so?” I ask, suddenly all I can think about is her pregnant with my kid. Fuck. I feel like a goddamned teenager around her. My dick is hard again with no relief in sight.

  “Yeah, I mean I don’t mind them in other people's houses, but I am just so anal about cleanliness. I would probably die from the panic thinking they were gonna get something dirty.”

  “Babies can be dirty too,” I point out.

  “That’s true, but mostly thats diapers and as they get older clutter. Clutter does not equal dirty,” she says smiling.

  “I suppose you are right,” I say as our food arrives. We both ordered appetizers as meals and planned to share them.

  We linger over dinner. I don’t want this night to end. She is so damn beautiful, the candle light casts a glow over her creamy skin.

  I pay the check and we take our time walking back to the truck, hand in hand. God, this just feels right. My grandfather told me that I would just know when I met her, the woman I would love for the rest of my life. Fuck, if that didn’t happen exactly as he said it would.

  Five

  Delilah

  When we pull up to my building, I find myself not wanting to go inside. I couldn't have asked for a better first date. Kyle has been nothing short of perfect and the more I get to know him the more I know that my first impression of him was right. I look out of the truck window at my building and debate if I want to ask him in or not. I don't want him to think that I just ask any guy I meet to come into my house.

  Hell, I don't think I have ever had a man in my apartment.

  “What are you thinking so hard about over there?” he asks, running his thumb back and forth over my hand. I bite my lip and turn my head away from the window and look at his hand in mine.

  I love how big his is against mine. I tuck a wayward hair behind my ear nervously. “Uh, I want to ask if you want to come inside but I don't want you to think that I am the kind of person that does that all the time,” I say, all in one breath. I feel my face flush.

  I pull my eyes away from our hands and look up at him with wide eyes. oh my God. “I can't believe I just said that out loud.” I quickly turn my head back towards the window wanting the ground to swallow me whole.

  He lets go of my hand and undoes our seatbelts as I stay perfectly still. My breath hitches as he wraps his thick arm around my waist and pulls me over the console, onto his lap. I gasp when I feel his hard cock push against my hip I look up at him in shock. “Wow.” He chuckles and caresses my cheek with his finger.

  “You are so damn sweet Delilah, I want nothing more then to take you up stairs and bury myself deep inside your tight little body, but I don't think you are ready for that yet. So we are going to take this slow. You are worth so much more than a fast fuck, baby girl, I want to worship your body and memorize every curve. I want to show you just how I plan on spoiling you for the rest of our lives, because the minute I saw you I knew you were going to be my forever.”

  All of his sweet words are too much for me to handle. I find myself leaning up and pressing my lips against his. He growls, his hand moving to my hair. He grabs that in a fist and lightly tugs it, taking charge of our kiss. I gasp and he takes advantage of it, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

  I moan and melt into him. He owns me in that moment and all I can do is hang on to him as he steals my heart with just a kiss. After a few minutes, he growls and pulls back. My eyes are still closed as I chase after his lips. He growls again and pulls my hair, my head tilts backwards. I whimper as I bite my lip and I force my eyes open.

  “Fuck, we have to stop. I'm not going to be able to control myself.” I moan and wiggle in his lap, he groans and grabs my hips, stalling my movement. “Stop wiggling that sweet little ass on my cock or you're going to unman me beautiful.” I look up at him and bat my eyelashes innocently.

  “What if I want to do that? Ruin you for any other woman that tries to come along.” He chuckles and let's go of my hair.

  “Believe me baby, the minute I saw that fiery red hair of yours and those big green eyes, any other women in this world ceased to exist for me.”

  I feel my cheeks turn pink and my stomach warms with his sweet words. “Really?” He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

  “Oh yes. Now let's get you upstairs before I have my way with you in this truck.”

  “Mmm... I'll hold you to that.” He chuckles again and opens the door. He wraps one arm around my back and the other underneath my legs as he slides out of the truck. When he sets me down on the ground, my legs feel like jelly. I grab on to his arms as I try to get my bearings. He runs his strong hands down my sides, causing me to shiver at his touch. He pulls me a little closer.

  “You okay?” he asks in a gravelly voice as he looks down at me.

  “Mmhmm.” I nod my head. He gives me a sexy ass smile that does nothing to help my shaky legs. It does nothing but make me want to melt into him all over again. I take deep breath stepping away from him, his hands slide off my hips. Grabbing my hand and starts walking me towards my building.

  We don't say anything as we make our way through the lobby and into the elevator, both of us seemingly content just being with each other. He holds my hand until we get to my apartment door.

  I unlock and open my door, when I turn around to tell him good night, his lips land on mine in a kiss. A promising kiss. My arms go around his shoulders as his sneak around my waist, pulling me close. I whimper, trying to get closer to him. I am two seconds away from begging him to come into my apartment when I hear the elevator door opening. We pull apart, breathing heavily. He rests his forehead on mine.

  “Damn, I just meant for that to be a quick good night kiss, but I seem to lose all my self-control when it comes to you. Get your sweet ass inside and lock the door. I will call you tomorrow and we can set up our next date. I plan on getting to second base.” I giggle and give him a quick kiss.

  “Okay handsome, but first you have to let me go.” I tell him pointedly as I look down. It's then that he realizes that his arms are still wrapped around me. He gives me a mock growl and lets me go. I laugh and walk into my apartment.

  “Call me later so we can set up that second date. I've never gone to second base. I bet it's going to be fun.” His eyes go big and I give him a wink, shutting the door quickly in his stunned face.

  I lock the door, half expecting him to knock on it. I'm a little disappointed that he doesn’t but I don't have much time to think ab
out it before my phone is dinging, letting me know I have a text message.

  When I grab it I see that the message is from him.

  I can't wait for our second date beautiful I will call you tomorrow

  I can't contain the squeal that comes out of my mouth as I hold my phone to my chest and plop down on my couch. He seriously is too good to be true. I take off my shoes and lean back on the couch trying to come up with something to say that's not too cheesy or doesn't make me sound desperate. I never thought that trying to text someone would be this hard.

  Night handsome see you soon ;)

  I sigh and lay my head back really hope that our date is soon because I can't wait to see him again.

  Six

  Kyle

  Since Delilah has never been to second base as she stated, I am willing to stake my life on the fact that it she is untouched. I am going to have a hard to time keeping myself in check. Atlanta born and bred, I pride myself on being a gentleman, but she makes me want to forget all that and be the caveman I feel like around her. Her little body wriggling on my dick almost made me come on the spot. My reaction to her is unlike any I've ever had.

  For a while now, I've felt like something was missing in my life. I know now that she was missing. I can't even play it cool and wait the required three days before contacting her again. Before I moved away from her door, I texted her. After I pull into my driveway in my Lawrenceville subdivision, I call her.

  “Hello?” She answers on the first ring. Her voice is breathy and thick.

  “Hey, baby girl. What are you up to?” I am pretty sure that I know what she's doing, but I want to see if she'll tell me.

  “I'm in bed, thinking about you,” she says, her voice still breathy. God, she really is going to kill me. If I listen hard enough, I'm almost certain that I can hear her fingers sliding through her wet pussy. My cock hardens again immediately. I can hear her breathing pick up and I imagine her getting herself off to the sound of my voice, commanding her every touch.