The Alien Reindeer's Winter Cabin (A Winter Starr Book 11)

by Cindy Heart

  Rein’ok

  The gorgeous woman who tried to kill me plants her hand on her voluptuous hip. “Your head must have really taken a beating if you don’t even understand how hit and runs work. Let me see if I can clear it up for you. The hitter…normally runs. They don’t come back to see if their target needs any help.”

  I don’t want to argue with the pretty woman who’s making my heart race. That must be a sign I’m still alive. I look away from her perfect curves, hoping to prevent my dick from standing up for attention without any clothes to cover it.

  No matter how much I might want her, she clearly has no interest in me.

  Nothing a little sweet talk won’t fix.

  “I think you’ve done enough already, what with hitting me with your car and all that.”

  I cringe at my lame words even before she stomps her foot in the snow. “I don’t think I can be blamed for not seeing a naked man running across the street in this weather.”

  Smooth one, Rein’ok.

  I brush the snow off my body to give me a second to try and decide how hopeless things are with her.

  She looks so mad she’s practically got steam coming out of her ears. The whole incident must have been pretty shocking to her, and I hadn’t helped calm her. After all, it’s not like the little accident had hurt me much.

  I’m not like the frail men from this planet.

  Still glaring at me, she says, “Let me take you to a hospital. You should get looked over to make sure everything’s okay.”

  The last thing I need is the doctors here poking and prodding me and coming to realize I’m an alien from space. Besides, I suddenly remember my main goal is to just be alone. I don’t need a woman, no matter how much every atom in my body screams that it wants her.

  I snort derisively. “I don’t think so.”

  She growls deep in her throat, and my cock doesn’t have a chance of not responding to that. “Why are men so stupid?”

  I turn my back to her to hide my growing erection, which doesn’t do anything to help me seem warm and friendly.

  There’s no scenario this conversation ends well in. She’s got me too discombobulated. I can’t stop wanting to protect her from worrying about me or feeling bad about hitting me. I can’t stop picturing her legs wrapped around my body while I press her against a tree. But each time I open my mouth, I say something dumber than the last time. If I’m not careful, she’ll back the car up and run me over again rather than kiss me.

  As much as it pains my heart to let her go, I say, “Seriously, I’m fine. I’ll just head back to my cabin and get some sleep.”

  I cross the road and head up the trail leading to my new home.

  Rather than getting into her car and returning to her regular plans, she follows me.

  Interesting. Despite her words and the looks she’s given me, maybe she feels something, too.

  “Hey, you can’t just run off like that. I think you broke one of my headlights when you carelessly ran into my car. I need to get your insurance information.”

  I pretend to reach into my nonexistent pockets. “Sorry. I must have left my wallet in my other pants.”

  If I were smart, I’d break into a sprint. There’s no way she could keep up with me while wearing those high heels that make her calves look so sexy.

  The truth is, I want her. I want her badly.

  But I’m afraid that if I take her, it’ll be forever.

  After forty years of being stuck in the same routine, I have no desire to hitch myself to a new wagon and get stuck in new routines. I need space and time to explore and sow my oats.

  Even if it means missing out on her?

  Fuck no. I won’t let that happen.

  Even if it means settling down?

  “Is there really even a cabin up here?” the lady asks. “How do I know you’re not some serial killer, leading me off into the woods to kill me?”

  I barely hear her rant.

  I need to know more about her. “What’s your name?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I assume your parents gave you one.” A lot of this planet and its cultural norms are still a mystery to me, but I’m pretty sure I remember that tidbit from my research. “Or maybe you picked one for yourself when you became an adult?”

  When she says, “Holly,” my cock throbs at the destiny of her having such a Christmas-themed name.

  “Like the Christmas plant?” I ask, turning to look at her.

  She pulls up to a stop and takes a step back when my erection points at her. I have the decency to cover myself with my hands when all I want to do is explore her body with my fingers and lips and—

  Her smile lights up her face. “Yes.” I don’t even remember the question, but I’m pretty sure I hadn’t asked her to sleep with me…yet. “My mom is the biggest Christmas fan on the planet. My sister is Joy. We have a brother named Nicholas, like St. Nick. Mom’s a little crazy, especially this time of year.”

  My dick is convinced it’s destiny, but my brain thinks it’s a warning. Conflicted about whether I should run toward her or away, I ask another question. “Why are you following me? I think you know I’m fine. Don’t you have somewhere better to be?”

  She scrunches up her nose in an adorable way that makes me want to kiss it. “I do, actually. My parents are throwing an anniversary party tonight.”

  I lean against a tree. Talking to her feels so right. “They are throwing their own party?”

  She rolls her eyes and nods. “My mom is crazy about all parties. Christmas is the big one, of course, but their anniversary is the next biggest one. She doesn’t trust any of us to do it right.”

  I want to learn more.

  I need to learn everything.

  She’s the one, and there’s no way I can ignore the call to be with her.

  But despite her coat, she shivers in the cold. The light snow from earlier has turned into a blizzard in the few minutes we’ve been walking.

  I nod my head up at the sky. “It probably won’t be safe for you to drive until this blows over. You are welcome to stay at my cabin.” I just manage not to add, “Forever.”

  Her eyes roam over my body. Her pupils dilate as she takes me in. She bites her lower lip. She wants me as much as I want her.

  When she looks back toward her car, I quickly add, “I have clothes I’ll put on when I get back there.”

  She puts her hand in mine. “Not on my account, I hope.”

  My heart nearly explodes with desire.

  I squeeze her hand, but before we can even take one step, I hear a twig break deeper in the woods.

  She jumps against my body. I wrap my arms around her, ready to protect her from any attack as I scan the woods for the black bear I smelled while wandering earlier. She wraps her legs around my hips. I squeeze her tight, letting her know I’ll protect her from anything.

  “What was that?” she whispers so closely to my ear I can feel her breath.

  “Probably nothing,” I lie, hoping the bear goes about his business rather than attacks.

  I could deal with the bear, but I’d have to put Holly down to do so, and I don’t ever want to let her go again. I give up my last resistance as the smell and feel of her overwhelms my senses.

  When Kris Kringle had set me down on this planet, I’d thought I’d noticed that mischievous look he gets in his eyes when he knows more than the rest of us, which, let’s face it, is pretty much always. The crazy old coot must have known my mate would find me no matter how much I tried to hide from her.

  Then I’d gone and made it easier for her by getting hit by her car.

  After a while, we realize no attack is coming. I don’t offer to put her down.

  She doesn’t ask me to.

  We stare into each other’s eyes.

  I’ve been all over the universe in my years of service. I’ve seen black holes, births of suns, and creatures great and small. I’ve witnessed kindness beyond comprehension, and joy beyond compare.

>   I’ve never met anyone as perfect as Holly.

  “I’m going to take you back to my cabin until it’s safe for you to travel again,” I say.

  “What if I don’t want to leave?”

  Our lips crash into each other with more force than two colliding galaxies. She changes the orbit of my life as her lips explore mine while I race through the forest with my woman.

  She’s mine, and I’m never giving her back. I must get her home so I can claim her.

  “Faster,” she says. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  I turn a corner, and we’re at the cabin. My clothes are already off, so I start working on removing hers. It’s like unwrapping the greatest Christmas present ever.

  Holly

  After the intensity of our kiss outside, his tenderness inside the cabin shocks me. It’s like Christmas morning when the present is right in front of you, but everyone keeps making you wait to open it.

  He struggles with the zipper on the back of my dress until I eventually push him away.

  “Let me,” I say, trying to make my voice deep and sultry. I try my hand at the zipper, but it won’t budge. “Shit, fuck, damn. Move, you son of a bitch.”

  When he laughs, I realize I said the words out loud. I blush and wish to die.

  He steps back toward me, spins me around and whispers in my ear, “I love that filthy fucking mouth of yours, and the pretty shade of red your cheeks turn when you get angry.”

  I feel him struggling with the zipper again. “I wasn’t angry. I was embarrassed. No man wants to hear a woman talk like that.”

  “I must not be a normal man. It just made me want to get you naked so I could ravish you that much more quickly. Perhaps if we pulled it up over your head, we could bypass the zipper altogether?”

  I hold my hands up over my head. He’s so tall, my hands barely reach his cheek. They brush against the softest beard I’ve ever felt. “Yes. That should work.”

  His hands glide down my body, once again tormenting me with his slow deliberate movements.

  “Having second thoughts?” I tease.

  My words don’t have any effect on hurrying him.

  “I want to cherish you, and this night, and your body,” he says while pulling my dress up over my head.

  I stand before him nearly naked, and suddenly remember my bra and panties aren’t even close to matching. Any thoughts of being embarrassed are short-lived as he nearly tears my bra, pulling it off me and effortlessly throws me onto his bed.

  His eyes roam my body, allowing me time to do the same to his.

  His shoulders are broad like a man used to hard labor. I can picture him swinging an ax to chop wood, those big muscles moving in a display of strength and coordination. I want to run my fingers through his masculine chest hair. His thick body tapers into a perfect V with those little lines that guide my eyes down to his long, thick dick.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I say.

  “You’re an angel,” he answers. “You belong atop a Christmas tree.”

  I smile at the strange compliment and think how much he would probably get along with my mom with all the Christmas talk. I mean, I love Christmas, but he even seems to go beyond my craziness for the holiday.

  Not that they’ll ever meet. I know there will be no us after tonight. I plan to enjoy the night to the fullest and return to my boring ordinary life where naked hunks living in cabins in the woods don’t bring me back to their place to ravage my body.

  “Shut up and fuck me,” I whisper.

  My boldness makes me blush again, but it just makes him smile.

  He nods and pulls my legs apart. I try not to be embarrassed at him seeing the wet spot on my panties, but he quickly pulls my panties off anyway. He throws them across the room before lowering his mouth to my mound.

  My toes curl and my fingers grasp ahold of the cool sheets as his tongue begins to explore me in that same slow, steady manner. No man has ever gone down on me without me putting out first, and I decide then and there it will be a requirement from now on.

  But what if he does want to be with me after this night is through?

  His tongue is doing tricks that make it impossible for me to focus on anything but the moment. Seemingly without any effort, he has me panting and bucking my hips against his face in a matter of seconds with his skillful artistry.

  “Fuck. You are incredible at this.”

  “You are incredible, period,” he somehow manages to say while still teasing my clit.

  The sweet talk pushes me over the edge.

  I scream out in frustration at it being over so soon, but he doesn’t stop. As he continues to lick my hard button, he slides a finger deep inside me and presses on the little bundle of nerves that took me years to find by myself.

  It’s like he was made to bring me pleasure.

  I grasp his hair and hold on, desperate to make sure he can never leave me.

  He won’t stay with you.

  I tell the little voice in my head to shut the fuck up and let me enjoy the night.

  He pulls his mouth away from my skin for long enough to say, “You’re a beautiful goddess.”

  I know I should say something back to him, but all that comes out of my mouth is, “Damn.”

  He doesn’t seem to mind.

  I’m pretty sure I can feel him smiling as he returns his mouth to my pussy. In less than another minute, he makes me come again.

  I’ve only known this man for a few minutes, and I’ve already had two mind-blowing orgasms.

  I want to curl up into a ball and fall asleep.

  He leans forward and kisses me. Tasting myself on his lips is a strange, erotic sensation I’ve never experienced with another man.

  It’s a night of firsts I’ll never forget, but he’s not done with me yet.

  He stands at the foot of his bed, pulls my feet up against his chest, and presses his gigantic, thick cock against my entrance.

  “Ready for some more?” he asks with a smirk on his face as if challenging me.

  My legs are already weak. I probably won’t be able to walk straight in the morning, but I nod my head. “Fuck me…” I try to recall his name, but he hasn’t told me it yet. “Kind sir.”

  I might be a slut, but I’m not going to hold myself back one bit.

  He laughs at my words. “Shall I give it to my lady soft and gently?”

  I shake my head and bite my lower lip. “No. I need you to fuck me hard.”

  Rein’ok

  Her words drag a growl from me like I’m some kind of beast. After years of being forced to be perky and proper in my line of service leading the sleigh on a distant planet that nobody on this world has probably even heard of, it feels good to let my animal instincts take over.

  I run my hands up and down along her smooth legs that I’ve pulled against my chest. “Careful what you ask for. I’m not sure I’m very good at being gentle.”

  She bats her eyelashes at me and nibbles on that fuckable lip of hers once more. “I don’t think I asked you to be gentle. Give me all you’ve got.”

  I push myself into her delicate folds and relish the way her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth opens as she gasps and moans.

  “You’re so big,” she manages to say. “I’ve never been filled this full before.”

  Any thought of being gentle gets thrown out the door by her words. I must ravish her and make sure she never forgets this night.

  Her body is perfection as it bounces against mine.

  Why can’t I have her?

  Because I’m not even the same species.

  There is no way this pretty little human is going to be okay when she learns I’m an alien.

  But what if?

  I push aside the thought. The last thing I need in my life is to be wishing for more Christmas miracles, especially since they never come true for me anyway.

  Forcing myself back to the moment, I focus on her beautiful face, her curvy body, and the way her tight pussy holds onto my c
ock like she never plans to let go.

  She squeezes my biceps as another orgasm approaches.

  The little smile on her face pushes me over the edge, too. Like a supernova exploding, I come inside her.

  I collapse on the bed next to her, and we kiss like lovers who have known each other for decades rather than strangers who’ve just met.

  She rolls her leg over me and runs her fingers through my chest hair. “That was incredible.”

  Now that our bodies are spent, the reality of the situation settles in on me.

  One night is not nearly long enough. I want her for a lifetime. But best-case scenario, the storm will trap her here in my cabin for a few days before she returns to her real life. I won’t be able to follow her. I don’t belong on this planet, and it won’t take long for people to realize I’m different if I try to do more than hide in the woods in my little mountain cabin.

  When I don’t reply, she says, “Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.”

  Oh my God. Does she think I’m worried about that? Fuck, I’d do anything to have a child with her.

  The thought hits me like a brick. I’ve never wanted a child before in my life.

  “Sorry. It wasn’t that. I was just thinking I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. Stupid, right? I mean, we just met.”

  This is where she’ll tell me she likes me, she just doesn’t like-like me. Or that I’m moving too quickly. Or that it’s not me, it’s her.

  I know all the lines because I’ve used them all before.

  My muscles tense and I hold my breath when she starts to answer.

  She runs her hand through my chest hair. “I don’t think it’s crazy. Well, maybe it is crazy, but I feel it, too. Where have you been my whole life?”

  I can’t tell her I’ve spent my life on another planet. “Here and there, I guess.”

  She kisses me again. “I guess. Sure would be nice if you settle down here for a while.”

  “I think I’d like that, too.”

  All is perfect in the world.

  With a jerk, she props herself up on her elbow and looks down at me, making me wonder what I did wrong.