Jingle Wars: A New Adult Enemies to Lovers Romcom (Hollyridge Book 1)

by R. Holmes

  “Okay, I checked all of the fire extinguishers and smoke detectors. Checked the pipes, the shut off valves and the electric panel. Everything looks good. This place is a steal,” I say as I walk back into the living room and find Freya gazing out of the window, watching the blizzard rage on.

  After our impromptu hot and heavy makeout, I had to pull myself away even though every bone in my body said otherwise. Needless to say, my cock is not a very happy camper. But, I’m trying to be a gentleman. Even if I’m not doing the best job of keeping my hands off of her.

  “I don’t think this blizzard is going to be slackening up anytime soon. It’s completely white out there.” Freya bites her lip as she looks out the window.

  Because this is her first blizzard, she has no idea what to really expect. Me? They’re second nature to me. I’ve lived through enough of these for them to be no big deal. To her on the other hand, we’re snowed in with no power so we’re going to freeze to death, and if we don’t then we’re going to starve to death. Her assessment of the cabinets yielded nothing but Vienna sausages, which made her scrunch her nose in disgust. Thankfully on my way home from the grocery store, I spotted Freya freezing to death near her shiny black Mercedes. I’d hate to see what would have happened had the stars not aligned and fate intervened, for me to find her out here. Unfortunately, my trip to the grocery store was mostly for Grams, and I only picked up a few random things for myself for the inn. A bag of Funyuns, a six pack of Dr Pepper, and a Snickers bar. Not enough to keep us from starving, but I don’t foresee us being here too long.

  “You’re lucky you have a strong, capable guy like me to take care of you.” I give her a cheeky grin. “We have a fire, plenty of firewood, and Viennas if you get that hungry. Funyuns if you’re really starving.” Her distaste for Funyuns is apparently much greater than Viennas.

  Her eyes roll and she laughs. “Mhm.”

  “Come look what I found.” I call her over to the hall closet I’m standing in front of.

  The power is out, but there’s enough light outside and from the fire that we can see freely around the cabin, and I’m thankful as fuck that she was going to see a fully furnished cabin instead of one that wasn’t. It could absolutely be worse getting stuck there during a snowstorm.

  I pull down the boxes from the top of the closet and show them to her.

  “Scrabble, Monopoly, and Sorry.”

  “You really want to play a board game right now?” she asks, eyeing me skeptically.

  “Got any other ideas?”

  She looks around the cabin then back at the stack of board games.

  “Fine. Let’s do it. Don’t cry when I beat you, though. No time for tears.”

  I roll my eyes and scoff, “Yeah, like I’m the one with the over the top competitive nature.”

  “That’s what all the losers say. Let’s play Scrabble.” She grins and sits opposite of me at the coffee table in front of the fire. With her clothes being soaking wet, she’s clad in nothing but my worn Mayberry Inn hoodie and my mouth waters. The bottom of the sweatshirt grazes her thighs and leaves much to imagination.

  Catching my lazy perusal of her attire she giggles. “Hey mister, eyes up here. We have a game to play.”

  I put my hands up in surrender. “I was just assessing my enemy, trying to see if you’re hiding any game pieces in there.”

  She laughs and continues to take out all of the pieces from the small drawstring bag inside of the box. When she has everything arranged, we begin our game and I quickly begin making various complex words that I learned as a kid playing with Grams.

  “Wow. I didn’t even know you knew how to spell asphyxiation.” She laughs, taunting me.

  My favorite thing about her is how passionate she is. Passionate also meaning how insanely competitive she is. Except when she’s bustin’ my balls, that is.

  “You’re cheating. You have to be.” She scoffs at my forty-nine point word and tosses her piece onto the board.

  “Am not. And you’re a sore loser. You’d never last a second with Grams in Scrabble. She's ruthless.”

  “Uh, pretty sure Grams doesn't cheat.” She feigns annoyance, but let’s be real…she’s just a sore loser. Show me a time where she hasn't been even a little disappointed in losing, and I'll admit defeat, but you can't.

  I didn't like admitting defeat any more than she did.

  Which is why I’m winning this game of Scrabble, and her heart. I’m going to make sure of it.

  "Come see, let me show you how to beat anyone in a game of Scrabble the Mayberry way." I shoot her a wide grin.

  Even though she's rolling her eyes, she comes over to my side of the table, which is closest to the fireplace, and snuggles up close to me.

  "Let's see it, big guy. What's the big secret?"

  I'm distracted by how fucking good she smells. Cookies, vanilla and cinnamon, and her. I can't explain it but it's everything her.

  "You're too distracting, I can't focus on my secret," I whisper, dropping my forehead against hers. She sucks in a sharp inhale, but leans further into me, pressing her side into mine.

  "And you're dangerous, Finn Mayberry," she whispers raggedly.

  Her soft, hesitant lips find mine in the dim, fire-lit living room and just like that, it feels like coming home. It's hard to explain the feelings that Freya somehow pulls from somewhere deep and hidden inside of me, but every time I'm in her presence, she does it. She makes me forget that every single time I step over the threshold of the inn there is an impossible weight on my shoulders.

  When my lips capture hers, I pull her into my lap and her body is like putty in my willing hands. Lithe, and tight in all of the right places, I run my hands down her sides, until they reach her hips and she rocks against me, gasping. I can’t keep my mouth or hands off of her, off her lush lips, and the sensitive skin on the top of her thighs. My mouth waters when she pulls the way too big hoodie down, revealing her tan cleavage. I press soft, sweet kisses along the swell of her breasts, sucking lightly whenever she entangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to her, urging me on.

  I'm so hard beneath my gray sweatpants, I feel like I'm going to fucking bust every time she rocks her warm, wet heat against me. I feel how wet she is through the sheer fabric of her lacy underwear.

  She’s fucking perfect beneath my touch, I want to bury myself in her heat until I forget where I end, and she begins.

  Her hands snake into my shirt, up my abs and I let out a strained hiss. I'm trying to keep control but this girl, everything about her makes me feel out of control. So out of fucking control.

  "Finn, I want this," she whispers, dropping her lips to mine again.

  Her tongue dances with my own. I grasp the material of the Mayberry Inn hoodie in my hands and pull it over her head, tossing it to the side. I scoot us closer to the fire, so she's not cold.

  The fire crackles, and sizzles as it burns, much like my desire for Freya does. Out of control and lost in the moment.

  Seeing her shirtless in front of me in nothing but a lacy pink bra that pushes her tits together has me ravenous for a taste of her. I've been dying for more of her sweet pussy since the second I had it in the hot spring. I've fucking dreamed of the different ways I would take her when the moment came, and finally, god, fucking finally it's here.

  Still perched in my lap, she reaches behind her and unclasps the bra, pulling it away from her body, leaving her completely bare from the waist up on top of me. The only way to describe her breasts is perfection. So fucking perfect that I'll spend the next fifty years worshipping them, showing her just how exquisite she is. Round and pert, sitting high with pink, dusty colored nipples that are hard and begging for me to suck them. I drop my mouth to one and suck, hard, until her back arches closer to me, and her hand fits in my hair.

  "Finn, more, please," she begs, rocking against me to create friction.

  "Patience, Princess. We have all the damn time in the world, and I'm not rushing this for a second." I
whisper against her skin. Goosebumps break out across her arms. Whether it's the cold or her desire for me, it spurs me on.

  I reach behind my head and grasp my sweatshirt by the neck, pulling it over in one motion. I need to feel her skin against mine again. I want to feel her nipples as they pebble against my chest as she writhes in pleasure beneath me.

  My lips travel down her neck to her chest where I suck, leaving tiny marks that will show the world that she's mine. I give her nipples the attention they so desperately deserve, until she's a panting mess above me.

  Her tiny hands travel to my sweatpants and push inside, feeling me hard and ready beneath her touch. "God, Finn, I want you. So much."

  Her hand wraps around my dick and I bite back a groan. This woman. Fuck.

  We're both desperate, wanton for each other. A frenzy of wet kisses, and lust. I can't get enough of her. I will never have enough of feeling her beneath me, pressed against me, moaning my name.

  Here, in the middle of this cabin, on a goddamn bear skin rug in front of a fire, a cliché if there ever was one, changes everything. I can feel my heart thawing, and becoming less of my own by the second. Claimed by her every minute that ticks by.

  She’s spread out in just a tiny scrap of lace that leaves nothing to the imagination. God, her pussy was made for me. Me alone. She's bare, obviously using her resort’s spa services for a full wax. When I look up her body, our eyes meet and she gives me a shy grin.

  "You're perfect," I whisper, dropping a tender, gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh.

  She should know she's perfect, but I want to tell her everyday for the rest of fucking forever just how perfect she was crafted by the hands of all the Gods. For me.

  A breathy sigh escapes her lips as I drag my teeth over her thigh, nipping lightly. My beard has marked her thighs with a delicious burn that I know she'll feel for days to come, thinking of me each time.

  I pull on the lace at her hips until it snaps, and toss it to the side.

  Her blue eyes hood with arousal. "That was hot. You’re my very own sexy as fuck lumberjack."

  I silence her giggle by placing my lips around her clit and sucking gently, causing her back to arch off the ground.

  "Oh god." She moans, fisting the rug beneath her.

  Taking my time, I lick her pussy, eating it like it's the last meal I'll have for days. I swipe my tongue up her pussy from her asshole to her clit and back down, pushing inside her tight hole. I want to feel her come on my face, and scream my fucking name.

  I push a finger inside of her, and she's so tight it takes my breath away. God, she's impossibly fucking tight. One finger, then two, I push inside of her, hooking up, hitting her G spot over and over as I fuck her with my fingers and suck her clit into my mouth.

  "I'm so close, please Finn, I need to come." She's begging for release, and I'm happy to oblige.

  "Come for me, baby, now," I demand as I push another finger inside her to fuck her pussy harder, faster until she's falling apart around my fingers. Squeezing me until her creamy release coats my fingers. Nothing has ever tasted as sweet.

  I languidly pump my fingers in and out of her until she's boneless, stated and happy beneath me, then I pull my fingers from her, still coated with her. As she sits up on her elbows, causing her perfect tits to sway, I suck the rest of her off of my fingers and her eyes widen with a mix of shock and desire.

  It hits me as she stares up at me. More than anything, I want to sink inside of her and lose myself in the feeling only she can give me.

  "I want you, Finn. I want this." Her voice comes out with conviction, and I know now that we're entering territory that we'll never come back from.

  "Are you sure?" I ask, shedding my sweatpants and boxer briefs as she whispers the sweetest curse.

  "Fuck. I don't have a condom. I wasn't exactly thinking I'd end up snowed in with the sexiest woman alive when I left the grocery store." I groan.

  She grins in response.

  "I trust you. I just visited the doctor before I left Cali and I’m clean. I have an IUD."

  Bare?

  Could I trust Freya to go where I've never gone before with any woman?

  Do I trust Freya?

  Of course I do.

  "I'm clean too. I've never...been with anyone without one before. You'll be the first." I whisper as I settle between her deliciously thick thighs. My cock brushes against her center, and the wetness makes me shiver. Knowing that I was the one to give her this much pleasure brings out the caveman in me.

  Her fingers run up my arms, to my shoulders and into my hair as she pulls me down for a hot, sweltering kiss that leaves us both gasping for air. I'm consumed by her.

  I line my dick up with her entrance, sliding up and down her wetness, coating myself in her slickness. The head of my cock teases her clit, and when she begins to squirm beneath me, I push inside her ever so slightly. She's so tight, it's hard to even push inside, but fuck there is honest to God no better feeling in the world than having her wrapped around me. Bare.

  "Fuck Freya." I curse. My fists grab at the rug beneath her, grabbing handfuls to keep control of my movements. I want to sink inside of her balls deep but I have to be gentle with her. She said it had been a while.

  I take my time as I slide inside of her wet heat, until I'm seated fully and she's adjusting to me. When her nails begin to score my back and travel down to my ass, pushing me inside of her, it's all the response I need to fuck her like I've been dying to since the second she stepped foot in Hollyridge. I put her legs onto my shoulders and pull out, then slam back inside of her with such force she cries out, begging for more.

  "Please Finn, God, it's so good."

  Fuck.

  I get a steady rhythm in my thrusts, pounding inside of her with a force that threatens to send us both over the edge. The cabin is eerily quiet aside from the muted sounds of the fire, and the sound of our skin slapping together in perfect precision. She mewls beneath me, moaning my name, crying out whenever my cock bottoms out inside of her. I'm thankful she doesn't want to be treated fragile, and can take the heat of my desire. I am desperate for her, and she's driving me fucking wild.

  I flip us over where I'm on my back and she's on top of me, riding me. My cock is buried so deep inside her, I can't possibly go any further. She places her hands on my chest and begins to bounce up and down in a steady rhythm that brings us closer to the edge.

  "I'm close," she pants.

  My hands are on her tits, fisting handfuls, rolling the tips of her nipples between my fingers. My thrusts meet hers until I'm driving upwards inside of her. I'm so close I can feel my ball begin to tighten and the familiar tingle at the bottom of my spine. My thumb finds her clit and I begin to rub quick circles, that I know will bring her to the brink. Seconds later, together, we fall.

  "Finn, I'm coming," she screams, shaking above me with an orgasm that has taken her fully.

  I push inside of her and let go. Letting my cum fill her, coat her, claim her as fucking mine.

  It drips out of her and covers us both in a sticky, wet mess. It brings a sense of pride to the caveman inside of me, and I hope that she knows no matter how selfish it is, I don't want to let her go. I want her to stay here in this cabin with me, in our little slice of private heaven, and never go back to the reality of the real world.

  The reality of the competition and the struggles of the inn, and the issues she has with her family.

  Once we're both spent, she collapses onto me, tucking her head into the crook of my neck and snuggles close to me. I can feel the erratic beat of her heart against my own, and I want to bottle this moment up, never letting anyone inside this perfect bubble.

  "This was not how I expected my night to end." She sighs sleepily.

  My fingers run lazily up and down her spine, until goosebumps break out on her flesh. The languid, simple movement is just another part of this day that I never want to lose.

  "Me either. But, I don't want to leave," I whisper
against her hair.

  I want to make sure that no matter what happens after the snow begins to melt, I've permanently etched myself inside the walls of her heart and that she never forgets Finn Mayberry.

  But tomorrow, brings another day and another day brings more problems even in a perfect town like Hollyridge.

  Being snowed in is my new favorite thing. The world is shut out and without power, the only thing we can do is get lost in each other. Zero complaints for the number of orgasms I’ve had in the last twenty-four hours.

  After our board game and the sinfully good romp in front of the fire, we got creative for dinner with the few groceries Finn had from the store, then wound up in the upstairs bedroom for another round. Sweaty and sated, we fell asleep tangled together. It seemed like a permanent smile was stuck on my face last night, and I couldn’t wipe it away as I fell asleep in his warm embrace.

  The pale morning light is creeping into the room and sleep still crusts the corners of my eyes, but my body is lit up with burning flames of pleasure.

  Finn has my hands pinned over my head on the mattress and my back arches.

  “Mm, this is the best way to wake up,” he rumbles against my neck as his teeth tease my skin. I must be covered in his marks by now—from my thighs to my breasts to my neck, his marks undeniably claim me as his. “We should’ve gotten snowed in when you first got to town and fucked out our differences.”

  My head tips back into the pillow as a moan tears from my throat. “Less speculation, more…” I lose my train of thought when his lips close over a taut nipple. “Fuck, just more, Finn. Please.”

  His chuckle sends a wave of hot tingles down my spine into my core, and his grip on my trapped wrists flexes. “You need my cock again, baby?”

  “Yes!”

  “Hungry little thing.” He leans back, a smug, sexy grin tilting his mouth. Reaching for the bedside table, he rummages in the plastic bag of Alpine branded candy canes I brought upstairs with me last night. His eyes dance with mischief as he unwraps one and pops it between his lips to suck on the end. “How bad do you want me to fuck your pussy, traitor?”