by Lyndon, Sue
“All I want to know is if you went into music.”
“Sorry.” She shook her head. “Had to pay the bills. I dabbled a bit, but then I just gave it up.”
“Don’t you miss it? The music?”
“Sure. But, music doesn’t always fit into one’s life the way you want it to.”
“You just have to find time.” His smile warmed his hazel eyes, and he shook his head. “I better get out there and see what’s going on with your lines.” When he opened the door, the cold air slapped her like a hand. He pulled it closed and disappeared into the darkness.
Annie sat in the windowsill and watched Erik work on the lines for hours. He tugged and wound the electric cable, as he trudged back and forth in the snow. He yanked the door open to the cab of his truck and she could make out, he was making a call.
When he headed towards the house and up the stairs, he knocked once before she opened the door. “Well, I have bad news and bad news.”
“I’ll take the good news.”
“There is no ‘good news’” A frown knit his brows. “There’s a bigger problem with the lines then I originally thought. I called my partner, Alan, but he said we just got off a double shift, and he wasn’t coming back on no matter what I said. He has to put his kid’s bike together for a delivery from ‘Santa’. I called headquarters, but they are down a few trucks, and none are available.”
“So you’re telling me power’s not in my future tonight?”
“I can try and repair it, but it can be dangerous for just one person to work on old lines like this. If you want me too, I will.”
“No.” Annie felt her eyes widen. “That’s not what I meant. It’s Christmas Eve for goodness sake.” She hit herself in the forehead. “I just caught what you said earlier, you’re off work. You stood out in this terrible weather and you’re not even on the clock?”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re going to freeze in here without heat. Tomorrow’s Christmas. Who knows how long it will be until you have electricity.” He paused for a moment. “Come back to my place. I’ve got a spare room… with heat.” He shot her a grin. “We’ve known each other for years, so I would hope you know the only thing I kill are piano keys, and not beautiful young women.’
“I couldn’t. As you said, tomorrow’s Christmas. You probably have a big family gathering somewhere, with eggnog and holiday cheer. You can’t be taking in a stray.”
“Only child. My parents passed away. The only thing you’re right about is the eggnog. I do love the stuff. I buy it buy the gallons and make lattes. I’m surprised I don’t weight a thousand pounds.”
Annie looked him up and down. Even with the bulky coat, she doubted he had any extra pounds of anything but muscle.
“I… can’t. I look terrible.”
“I can’t wait for you to meet Bridget.”
Damn. She knew it was too good to be true. “Girlfriend. Wife?” She asked.
“Bridget? Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.” For some odd reason, Annie’s heart sank before he added, “She’s my year old Golden Retriever. She thinks the sun rises and sets on me when I come home. It’s kind of nice.”
“A dog?”
“Don’t let her hear you call her that. She thinks she’s people. I’m sure you two will have much in common, being fellow strays and all. So come on. Heat. Hot Chocolate. I have It’s a Wonderful Life on DVD.”
“I just don’t want to intrude.”
“Intrude on me sitting alone for the rest of Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning? That would be a shame,” he said with a quick grin and a dose of sarcasm. “Pack up what you need, including your favorite ugly, festive Christmas sweater, and we’ll head out.”
Annie tried to think of all the reasons she shouldn’t go, but found herself asking, “Hot chocolate?”
“I have some European sipping chocolate, and there was this new thing at the store, mini-marshmallows dipped in dark chocolate to sprinkle on the top.”
She faked a swoon. “You had me at the eggnog.”
Erik pulled his work truck up to the front of a modest brick one-story house. “Home sweet home.”
When he opened the front door, Bridget, nearly tackled him. She put her big paws on his chest and gave him a lick on the cheek.
“Told you.” HE sighed. “She loves me.”
The house looked like a ‘single-guy’s’ in tones of browns and blues, with a big-screen TV in the middle of the living room, but it was neat and tidy. In one corner, there was a small white flocked Christmas tree with blue and green balls, and flashing white lights,
He led her down the hall to a small bedroom off the kitchen. He moved a few storage containers to the side. The bed was already made.
Erik turned the heat dial on the wall and a blessed blast of hot air fanned her face and hair. “It heats up fast, and you’ll be surprised that you’ll have to turn it down.” He paused and looked around. “I hate to drop you and dash, but I have a confession. My toes are completely numb. I’m going to have to leave for a few minutes and take a hot shower, or I think they will fall off.”
“Of course. You’re probably completely frozen.” Her cheeks heated. He hadn’t said a word about being cold. “You didn’t have to stay out there to work on that stupid line for two hours.”
“Not your fault.” He smiled. It put dimples in his cheeks. “I was a man with a mission, and I failed miserably. Make yourself comfortable. I have no idea what’s in the fridge, but mi casa es su cas. I’m going to thaw out my ice-block feet.”
There was no way Annie was spending the rest of the evening in her flannel jammies and Ugg boots. Before she’d left her house, she’d thrown on her favorite red v-neck sweater dress and a black lace bra and panties.
She’d always thought Erik was drop-dead cute, and wanted him as more than just her music partner, but, he’d always kept their time together professional. Nothing more.
Annie wandered through the living room to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. A partial bottle of wine sat near the front. Annie poured two glasses. Taking one for herself, she moved over to look at the framed photos above the fireplace mantle. There was a picture of her and Erik as they held up the silver medals they’d won at the state music competition.
Erik came out of the side bathroom and padded barefoot to stand beside her. He definitely wasn’t the gawky post-teen he was back then. He’d filled out very nice. A soft green sweater clung to his broad chest.
He picked up his wine glass. “That competition was a very special day for me.”
“Me too,” Annie admitted.
“I had such a crush on you. I barely thought straight half the time when you were there.”
“Really? You never… we were together every day. I thought you didn’t like me, you were always so stern.”
“You were dating the head of the jazz choir. Stan Studley, sorry, I mean Stedman.”
She lifted the frame and looked closer at the photo. “I never saw you after that day. It was like you disappeared.”
“I needed to make a clean break. You had someone in your life. There was no second place for a second man.”
“Too bad you left so soon. A week after the state competition, Stan ran off with our voice coach.”
“Mrs. Wodsworth? She was married. He left you, for her?” He tipped his glass her direction. “He had no idea what he missed out on. You look.... if that’s your ‘ugly’ Christmas sweater, I can’t wait to see your sexy one.”
“I was tired of sitting around in wool and flannel. Hey, you saw me at my worse and you still brought me back here. So I tried to clean up a bit, just for you.” Annie walked across the room and ran her hand over the grand piano. She whistled through her teeth. “Nice. Where’d you get this?”
“It was handed down from my grandmother, to my mother, and then to me.”
“The piano’s beautiful. Do you still play?”
“Everyday. I play on the weekends at a jazz club downtown. It helps me forget the stress of my days. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t.”
“Play something,” she asked as she stood next to the seat and gestured for him to sit.
“Anything in particular?”
“No. You always knew what I wanted to hear.”
When his fingers touched the ivory, memories of the magic they’d shared through their music flooded back. Annie laid her head on the piano. The piece was one of her favorites.
“Beethoven,” she said. “After he went deaf, I often wondered what he thought when he laid his head on his piano and tried to imagine how the music sounded.”
“Magic,” was all Erik said and kept playing.
“But, how could he know that? He couldn’t hear his own music.”
“You’re like me. We feel the music, we don’t need to hear it. It’s in our veins. At night when we’re asleep, we hear it in our dreams.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. She’d never met anyone who felt the same way she did, or at least admitted it.
His face grew serious. “You said you don’t sing. How can live without it?”
“I sing when I’m alone.”
“That’s a shame.” The music grew. “Sing for me.” It was a simple request, but it sent a chill up her spine.
She knew the music all too well. Looking down at the side of the piano her voice joined in with the notes he played. She hadn’t felt this good in months. How had she lived without it?
When they finished, Erik stood and took a step toward her. “Thanks.”
“You made me sound good. You always did.”
“When you answered your door tonight, I couldn’t believe it was you. I’ve thought about you so many times in these past four years. I felt like I was in A Christmas Carol.”
Annie chuckled. “Are you telling me you’re a Scrooge kind of guy?”
“Not Scrooge, the message behind the tale. Seeing the future, past, and then the present all at once. Scrooge got a second chance to make things right. It makes me wonder what my life would be like if I’d got the nerve to tell you how I felt about you.”
“How did you feel?” Her voice sounded small even her own ears.
“I wanted you as mine, and let’s say I had the very active imagination of a red-blooded twenty year old. But I’m older now, and have much more self control… I think.” She met Erik’s gaze, saw the sexual chemistry that lurked in those hazel depths. “Let’s start with my grown up Christmas list. Can I kiss you?”
Annie nodded once before Erik stepped in and took her in his arms. He brushed his finger over her lips. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but you’re even more beautiful than I remember.”
She braced herself for his quick intense passion. But he fooled her.
He pulled her closer and held her like a precious treasure. When his lips finally touched hers, his kiss was slow, just the softest brush of his lips, until she couldn’t breathe. Then he shared his breath and the glide of his tongue over hers.
“This isn’t why I brought you here tonight,” he admitted.
“I’m very stubborn. I don’t do things I don’t want to.”
“I know. I remember.” He smiled against her lips. “I know everything about you… except what you’ve been doing for the last four years.”
“We have lots of time to catch up on the past… later.” Annie wound her hands around the back of his head and pulled him down. The kiss went from passive to aggressive in seconds. She floated on the sensation of his mouth against hers, and felt herself being pulled in.
She ran a hand over the plane of his solid chest and tugged at his sweater. Erik stepped back to take his sweater over his head. Hard, warm skin with a dusting a dark hair, she couldn’t resist tangling her fingers in the dense curls over his pecs. When she raked her nails over him, he sucked in a shaky breath.
Erik wound her sweater in his fist and eased it over her head and then helped her off with her jeans. As she stood in her bra and panties, he looked her up and down. There was intensity in his gaze, as he ran a thumb over the rise of her breast and across a nipple. He cupped her in his hand. “I can see you’re beautiful. But I need to know the details. I want to feel the texture of your skin with my tongue.”
Was this really happening? Annie wondered if she’d fallen asleep. But there definitely weren’t any sugarplum dancing in her head. It was all thoughts of Erik.
He slid the straps of her bra down and teased the tip of her nipple with his tongue, then blew cool air over her until they tightened to the point of pain. He nipped her between his teeth and Annie let out a low moan.
She rained kisses over his face, teased the corner of his mouth, slid her tongue along the seam of his lips and watched desire flare in the depth of his eyes. He spun her on the pads of her feet and backed her against the grand piano. With a quick dash of his hand, he sent the plastic bowl of Christmas candy flying to the floor, and lifted her up on the piano.
Erik slid her panties down and followed them with a trail of kisses to her ankle, then back up. His hot breath was against her, then the tip of his tongue. She cried and arched, as he slid a finger inside her. She was already wet, and so close to the edge. He stroked her and worked her like a fine tuned instrument.
“I… can’t… I want you inside me.”
“Later. Now, you’re going to come.” He curled his finger and cupped her swollen bud with his tongue. Annie cried out and shuddered as her orgasm shattered.
Before she came back to earth, she barely realized Erik left until he was back, naked, sheathed, and on top of her. For a moment they stared at each other, then Erik’s gaze slid to her mouth.
“Annie,” he said so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
He lowered his head again to kiss her sweet and slow. She parted her lips in invitation to allow him to deepen the kiss. His hands moved up her sides, and caressed the sides of her breasts with his thumbs.
Sexual tension crackled in the air. “Are you fulfilling a fantasy here?” Annie asked.
“If I said no, I’d be lying. But, as I said before, I think it’s more than that, it’s another chance. There is a part of me that feels this is the way it should be. Right now, with you in my arms.”
“Yes,” she admitted. Annie pushed at his chest until he rolled to his back. Swinging a leg over his hips, she straddled him. She was wet and ready, more than ready. As she guided him inside her, Erik let out an audible sigh.
Annie teased him by pulling out to his tip, then edging him back in, deeper. “What do you want, Erik?”
His voice was hoarse, he said, “You, it’s always been you I’ve wanted.”
She increased the pace, moving over him, fueled by his primal groans. He stopped and pulled her down to take her mouth again.
“Can you hear the music?” he asked.
“Magic,” she said. She could never explain it to anyone but him, but she heard it.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her tighter. He was filling more than just her body. Erik rolled her over, his powerful body covering hers. There was no more time for gentle. They both needed far more.
He drove his hips, thrust for thrust, until she was mindless of anything but the pulse of his body against hers. She dug fingers into his buttocks and squeezed his cock in her tight wetness. Erik slammed into her over and over, groaning each time she lifted her hips to take him deeper.
She exploded in his arms, crying his name, her whole body in flames.
Erik plunged in a few more times, until he stiffened and follow
ed her in release. He kissed her harshly as he rocked into her until he was spent. They lay there for a long moment, their breaths ragged, bodies slick with sweat, his cock still buried inside her.
He slid off the side of the piano and caught her when her trembling legs threatened to buckle. A grin lit his face. “I… wow.” He kissed her. “That was amazing.”
She had to admit, she completely agreed.
He cupped her cheek. “Come on.” He tugged her hand until she followed. “I actually have a bed.” When they got the bedroom, he pulled back the down comforter and sheets. He joined her on the other side and pulled her into his arms. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered.
Annie glanced over his shoulder at the digital clock. It was after midnight.
Erik held a finger to her lips. “Let’s not talk right now. We’re both exhausted. Tomorrow.” He closed his eyes, and in under a minute she heard his heavy breathing.
He was right. Tomorrow she would try to sort out what just happened.
Annie woke to the smell of coffee brewing. She pulled on his robe and wandered out to the kitchen. Erik had on a pair of low slung red and green plaid pajama bottoms.
Okay, so she hadn’t dreamed him up.
“It’s Christmas morning, what are we to do?” he asked, with a naughty twinkle in his eyes.
“We open presents. Didn’t Santa leave some under the tree?”
“Nope. No one to buy me present but myself, but I have an idea. Under these circumstances, we need to ‘re-gift’. Run around the house. We’ll take anything we think the other will like, and that will be our presents for under the tree. We have five minutes.”
“You’re nuts. I haven’t even had coffee.” Annie laughed.” I’m not going to give you back something you already own.”
“Now, you have four and a half minutes,” Erik sprinted off down the hall.
This was fun. She ran into the bedroom and quickly glanced around, her mind racing to find the perfect gift. Then she remembered, and jogged out to the living room.
