Stalking in a Winter Wonderland

by Alexa Riley

  I would not call anything about what Dasher did to me painful.

  He spins around, giving me his back before I can say anything. He lets out a few curse words, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. I can tell his whole body has gone tight, so I slip off the counter and wrap myself around him. My bare breasts push into his back, and this connection feels good.

  “They’re happy tears.” I try to fight a sniffle, knowing my tears are upsetting him, but I lose.

  “I never want to hurt you.” He turns around and cups my cheek. I lean into his touch. “But I find my control lacking when it comes to you.” His sister’s words to me this morning make so much sense now.

  Dasher can be a very intense man. I learned that the first day I met him. He’s full of passion when it comes to something he wants, and I get a thrill out of knowing that I have now become something he’s so passionate about.

  “Don’t control yourself.” I place my hands on his chest. “I want to see it all.”

  “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.” I lick my lips, and the hunger in his eyes flares.

  “I don’t want to take a bath.” I trail my fingers down his chest till they reach his slacks that are still undone. I can see the hard outline of his cock, and my core clenches. “I want you.”

  The look he gives me, and the fact that he loves me, has my shyness fading away, and I fall to my knees in front of him.

  “Eve.” He growls my name as his eyes close tight. I reach my hand into his slacks, needing to touch him. I want to give him the same pleasure he gave me.

  I gasp when I realize he must have cum once already, but he’s still rock hard. His cock jerks in my hand when I pull him out, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to fit him inside of me. I circle my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his orgasm from earlier that still lingers. He lets out a sound like he’s in pain as I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock.

  His eyes snap open, and I know I’m going to get every inch of what I asked for.

  Chapter 14

  Dasher

  Her warm wet mouth wraps around my cock, and my knees nearly buckle. I have to lean forward and hold on to the bathroom counter as I feel her little mouth suck on it.

  “Fuck,” I hiss through my teeth and close my eyes tightly.

  The feel of her hot tongue along the hard ridge is better than anything I could have imagined. Without thinking, I thrust forward and then try to pull back. Her throat opens, and she takes more of me, and I nearly cum right then.

  “Careful, Eve, not too much.” I grip her hair on both sides of her head now and hold her steady as I gently pump into her mouth. “Goddamn, you suck dick so good, baby.”

  She whimpers, and I look down to lock eyes with her. Her hands are braced on my thighs, and I watch as she slides them between my legs to cup my balls. It’s too much, the sight of her so full of me and on her knees. I try to pull back, but she shakes her head, reaching around and jerking me closer.

  The motion sends my cock deeper, and when I feel her swallow, I know it’s game over. My cock tightens, and the muscles in my legs lock as my whole body coils. “If you don’t want to swallow, you need to stop.”

  To my utter shock, she sucks me deeper as both of her hands grip the length she can’t fit in her mouth. She swallows once again, and I shout a warning a millisecond before I begin to cum. She swallows over and over, greedily taking me, and the muscles in my thighs bunch. My cock feels like it’s been hit with electricity, but in the best way possible.

  I wobble and have to step back, causing my cock to slip from her mouth. It’s still just as hard as it was before and jutting straight out at her. It’s like an arrow pointing to what it wants the most and I can’t say I disagree.

  “Tub,” I breathe, trying to catch my breath. “Now.”

  She smiles shyly at me as she gets off the floor, and I pull her against me. I lean down and kiss her slowly, taking my time and tasting the two of us.

  When I’ve managed to get myself together, I take her by the hand and step into the tub. I lie back against the cool marble and let my eyes linger on her naked body as she steps in after me. I hold my hands to help keep her from falling and I have her straddle my legs, facing me.

  My cock juts up proudly between us, and I groan as her pussy rocks against it. I want to sink so deep inside of her until I can’t tell where she begins and I end. But I take a breath and just look at her as she sits on me. I trace the edge of her cheek, then down her neck to her bare breasts. My fingers touch her nipples and then pinch them lightly as she moans and arches her back. Then my lips follow the same path as they linger on her neck. I’ve noticed that’s where she loves my kisses, and I intend to give her a million of them every day.

  When my tongue finds her tight peaks, I trace circles around her tight buds. Licking her pussy was the best thing I’ve ever tasted, but these sweet little nipples might be a close runner up.

  The warm water flows around us, and as she rocks, her movement creates ripples. Watching her like this, searching for her pleasure, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Also the most beautiful.

  Her pussy presses into my length, and I feel her lips on either side of my shaft. She rocks up and down, rubbing her clit in search of relief. I can’t take any more of this teasing torture, so I lift her a little and settle my cock at her opening. The warm water will relax her body and make this much easier on her. Hopefully she won’t be as sore afterward because I plan on being greedy tonight.

  “Go slowly,” I warn, easing my hold on her hips and letting her fall ever so slightly down on my cock.

  “More,” she whines as she continues to rock, searching for a few more inches.

  My grip on her hips tightens in warning, but she won’t be dissuaded. I hiss as she bears down and takes more of me, smiling as I fill her. It’s pure agony going slow and trying to ease her on my thick length. But she is determined, and I don’t know that I could ever deny her what she wants.

  I release my grip on her, and she slides down, taking all of me at once. She gasps, and when I try to pull her back off, she shakes her head.

  “No, no, just give me a second.”

  Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close to me as we gently rock. Her tight sheath squeezes me impossibly hard, and I groan at the connection. It’s perfect. So fucking perfect it’s like we were truly meant to be. My cock aches to release, but it’s too soon, and I want her to feel as good as I do right now.

  I feel her lips on my chest as she kisses her way across it. Her hips begin to move with mine, and she grinds her clit with every rock.

  “Dasher, it’s so good.” She kisses my lips, and I feel like a king.

  When I get her in bed after this, I plan on pinning her under me and thrusting until I can’t move. But for now, this is all about making this first time good for her. I want her to feel my love in this and in my touch. I hated that I had to break her virginity, but it was the most special moment to me. She’s mine in every way, and nothing will keep her from me.

  “We’re not using protection,” she whispers, and I kiss that sweet spot on her neck.

  “Do you want me to pull out?” I ask, and she hesitates. I’m not even sure I could pull out if I wanted to. I’m so far fucking gone.

  “I want to know what it feels like inside of me.” Her words sound like a confession, and my cock grows harder.

  “I do too.” I grab her hips, and instead of thrusting I just rock her slightly as I rub her clit on my cock. “Let me fill you up.”

  “Okay.” She bites her lip, and I can’t tell if that flush on her cheeks is from the hot bath or the fact that she wants me bare inside of her.

  She’s a goddess with wet hair clinging to her naked breasts and sitting on my dick. I want this burned into my memory until my last breath because I’ve never seen anything more stunning. Just when I think she can’t get any more beautiful, her legs tighten, her pussy squeezes me tighter
, and her back arches. I watch as she tosses her head back and calls out her pleasure into the quiet bathroom.

  The sight of her so lost to her release forces my own, and I cum deep in her womb, taking up space where there’s none left. I cum and cum until my vision blurs, and it’s more intense than anything else I’ve ever felt. My fingers dig into her thick thighs, and I bite down on the place where her shoulder meets her neck. I feel her pussy squeeze with pleasure, and another orgasm shoots through her.

  It’s long, long moments before I’m able to come back to earth. But when I do, she’s still in my arms, and I’m still buried deep. I smile at her, and she smiles at me as we touch and pet each other. I kiss her slowly at first as our passion grows, and I’ve never felt more connected to another soul.

  “I love you,” she says when our lips finally break apart.

  My heart nearly bursts out of my chest at those three little words, and I rest my forehead to hers. “I love you too, Eve.” I kiss her gently once again, savoring this moment. “My sweet, perfect Christmas Eve.”

  Chapter 15

  Eve

  I giggle as Dasher kisses my neck, and the short hairs of his beard tickle my skin. “Merry Christmas.” He grabs my leg and pulls it up and over to spread me wider. He cups my sex, and I moan at the way he handles me.

  “Merry Christmas,” I say back. The smile on my face is so big, I bet my cheeks will ache by the end of the day.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Sore,” I admit. His eyebrows pull together in concern, so I clarify. “A good sore.” I roll over to fully face him. “I think the bath helped.” I tilt my head for a kiss, and he’s there, ready to connect.

  “Hey! This is locked.” Dasher and I both look toward the bedroom door, and we see the handle on it wiggling. “Why is this locked?” Rae shouts through the door before she knocks harder. “Anyone in there?” I bury my face in Dasher’s neck to keep from laughing. She is too adorable.

  “One day that will be our kids,” Dasher whispers.

  My stomach explodes with butterflies at the thought, and I shake my head. “Christmas Eve, they are all going to sleep in bed with us. It will be miserable and wonderful.”

  “That sounds perfect.” He kisses my forehead before getting up from bed, and I watch as he walks to the bathroom naked.

  “I know you’re in there!” Rae shouts. “Is she in there too?”

  “Rae!” I hear Jillian shout. “Leave them be.”

  “It’s fine!” I shout and start to get up.

  “We’ll meet you guys downstairs.” Jillian says, but not before I hear Rae’s squeal of delight that I’m here. It makes my eyes fill with tears.

  “Are you crying?” Dasher comes over to the bed, and I see he’s slipped on a pair of gray sweatpants. He really needs some Christmas pajamas, and I make a mental note to get him some next year.

  “Happy tears.” I blink quickly, trying to get them to go away. He cups my face and leans down to kiss me. I close my eyes as I savor the tender feel of his lips on mine. “I love you.” I didn't know I could love like this, but here it is, and I’ll never let it go. I feel closer to my parents now and understand how deep their love for each other was. They would both be so happy to know I’ve found the same thing they shared.

  “I love you too.” His hands drop from my cheeks, and I open my eyes to see him on his knees in front of me. I’m sitting on the side of the bed, making us eye level as he looks at me intently. “You’re going to marry me.” I feel him slip a ring on my finger, and I actually let out a bark of laughter.

  “You’re lucky I find your bossy attitude attractive.”

  “I’m more than fucking lucky.” I don’t think anyone outside of this house gets this side of Dasher, and I realize how fortunate we are that he saves it for the people he truly cares for.

  “I know you’re not technically asking, but yes, I’ll marry you.” I look down at the ring, and I’m shocked to see a large green emerald with smaller diamonds all the way around it. “It’s perfect.” I’m overcome with emotions again, and I sniffle as I try not to cry.

  I throw myself at him, and he catches me easily, standing with me in his arms. “I’m going to make sure every Christmas you have from this moment on is full of family and love.” I cry harder as he holds me tight, letting me get it all out.

  “I love you so much. You have given me more than you’ll ever know.” I pepper kisses on his face until I get to his mouth. His hand tangles into my hair as he deepens the kiss.

  “Love you too.” He drops his forehead to mine. “If we don’t get out of this room right this second, we never will. We have a big day, and no doubt if we aren't downstairs in the next five minutes Rae will be back here banging on the door.”

  “Right,” I agree but glance at the bed. It wouldn't be bad to not leave the room all day either.

  “You’re going to kill me.” He kisses me again. “When we get into this bed tonight we won’t be leaving it for a few days.” He smacks me on the ass, and I squeal. “Now put some clothes on.”

  I jump into action, trying to find at least some pajamas to put on until it’s time for the party tonight. Then I remember I left all my stuff downstairs in the entryway.

  “My clothes—”

  “In the closet.” He nods, and I step inside his massive closet to see my bags are not only in here, but everything is put away. I see a pair of green and red flannel Christmas pajamas sitting on the big island in the center of the closet. I put them on, knowing Dasher must have gotten them for me, along with some fuzzy socks.

  When I step back out of the closet I almost fall over. Now Dasher is wearing matching pajamas, and he’s got a smirk on his lips.

  “I thought you’d like the idea of a new tradition,” he says as I walk over toward him. He picks up a wrapped present I didn't see a moment ago and hands it to me.

  “You already got me this.” I show off my ring that fits perfectly.

  “This one isn’t for just you.” I pull off the bow first before unwrapping the gift. When I see what’s inside, I once again burst into tears. It’s the same matching pajamas we have on now, but for a baby.

  “You’re crazy, you know that?” I say, but I don’t care if we’re going too fast. I guess maybe that makes me crazy too, but life is short, and this love is forever.

  “And you love it.”

  “I really do.”

  My dad was so over the moon for my mom, so I knew I wanted the kind of love they had for each other. I know that’s exactly what I’m going to get with Dasher because he’ll do anything to make our lives perfect.

  He takes my hand as he leads me out of the bedroom and downstairs to where Rae and Jillian are already sitting on the floor by the tree.

  Rae jumps up and runs over to me, wrapping her little arms around my waist. Jillian watches with a smile as they both make it clear they want me to be a part of their family.

  “Can we give it to her now?” Rae asks when she unlocks her hold on me. Before Dasher and I answer her question, she’s grabbing my hand. “They are getting married!” She jumps up and down. “Can I be the flower girl?”

  “I don’t see why not,” I tell her.

  “I thought you were going to be my best man,” Dasher says.

  “Oh.” Her eyes widen, and I can tell she’s fighting an inner battle of which she would rather be. “Mommy could be your best man.”

  “We have time to work out all the details.” Jillian stands up and comes over to give me a hug. “Welcome to the family. You’re stuck with us now,” she whispers into my ear before placing a kiss on my cheek. She was right to warn me about Dasher. He’s an intense man that stops at nothing to get what he wants, and it’s one of the many things I love about him. I’m just happy to be the lucky girl he wants to have for the rest of his life.

  “Not too long,” Dasher grumbles.

  “No, not too long,” I agree. He tucks me into his side.

  “Now can we show her?” Rae as
ks. She’s wiggling all around, clearly excited about whatever it is she wants me to see.

  “I think she’s ready.” Dasher smiles down at me.

  He’s my life now, and I’ll never need another Christmas gift. I was happy with only Dasher, but I lucked out with so much more.

  “We want you to feel like this is your home too.” Gosh, when I think he can’t get any sweeter, he proves me wrong. Who knew this would be the same man who shouted at me through a phone a week ago?

  Rae and Jillian walk over toward the fireplace. It’s then I realize a sheet is hanging over the top of it. Jillian reaches up to grab it and gives it a small tug. The sheet drops to the floor, and I stand there in shock.

  The picture over the fireplace is of my first Christmas. I’m sitting in my mom’s lap in front of the tree, and my dad has his arm wrapped around my mom. We’re all smiling and I’m thinking Dasher must have snagged the picture from my place and had it done. I turn my head, burying it in Dasher’s chest.

  “You’re home, Eve,” he says softly, and I look up at him to meet his eyes. This man, who has changed my whole world from the moment he came stomping into it, has made this truly the best day ever. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas,” I say back, pulling Dasher down for a kiss.

  I have no doubt my Dasher will live up to his word, and every Christmas here will be filled with love and happiness. How could it not be when Dasher is at my side?

  Epilogue

  Eve

  Two years later…

  I stand in front of the Christmas tree, my hand resting on my stomach. I still haven't told Dasher that I’m pregnant again. We’d barely gotten the all-clear to have sex and we managed to make baby number two. Not that I’m upset about it, because I want our son to have brothers and sisters.

  I see how Jillian and Dasher are together, and they know that no matter what they will always have each other. It would’ve been nice when I lost my parents to have had someone there with me. It makes me crave a big family. A craving I know my husband will fulfill.