Stalking in a Winter Wonderland

by Alexa Riley

  “I miss you,” I say to the picture over the fireplace. The room is now filled with more of them since Dasher made it his mission to make this place my home too. It wasn't hard with how bare his side of the estate was.

  “Wife.” Dasher wraps his arm around me from behind. He kisses my neck. I turn in his arms. “Jillian stole him from me,” he says before I can ask where our baby boy is.

  Jillian has been a saint. She might not have been born my sister, but she is now. Both she and Rae have their own spots in my heart.

  “People will be arriving soon,” I remind him. I know what he’s thinking from the look in his eyes. We’ve already done our Christmas morning. Now it’s late afternoon, and the Christmas party will start soon. He wants a stolen moment with me.

  “I hate sharing you.” I laugh at the pouty look on his face.

  “The girls love it,” I remind him. I love it too. This is now our tradition. “Plus, I can’t help myself. You know how much I love celebrating Christmas.” He gives me a look. “Okay, I like celebrating every holiday, but I’m a damn good party planner.” I might not do it as a job anymore, but I still know how to throw an over-the-top party. I’ve actually gotten a little competitive about it.

  Jewels was sad to see me go from the company, but she knew I was following my heart. My dream has always been to find my true love and spend every waking moment with my family. I knew better than most to cherish these moments. I was lucky enough I found a man who wants to make all my dreams come true.

  “There is one more gift I haven't given you yet. It just arrived.”

  “Oh, I was sure you were trying to get lucky,” I tease him.

  “I don’t have to try.” He gives my ass a squeeze. This is true.

  “I still have one more gift for you too.”

  “You want to go first?” he asks.

  “What is taking so long!” Rae pokes her head in, making Dasher chuckle.

  “I guess I’ll go first. Bring it in.” He motions to her. Rae comes walking in with a box in her hand. “Go on,” he tells me.

  I reach for the top of the box and pull the lid off. Two little fluffy gray kittens sit inside. Their big blue eyes stare up at me.

  “You remembered.” My eyes fill with tears. I told him forever ago when we first met that I always wanted a kitten. Of course Dasher went and got me two, because everything he does for me he does to the extreme.

  “I remember every word you say, Eve.” He reaches into the box and hands me one of the kittens. I lift the baby kitten up and kiss the top of his head.

  “Can I name them, Aunty Eve?” Rae asks.

  “Of course.” It never gets old hearing her call me that. I don’t think Dasher will ever understand all he’s given me. He thinks he can be a little crazy when it comes to me, but I love it.

  “We’re going to have a houseful,” I laugh, handing my kitten to Rae so I can give the other a few kisses. There are going to be so many babies around here, and I’m going to love every second of it.

  “We have a big house to fill.” Dasher smirks. He’s always talking about filling it. “We’ll get there.”

  I lean into him. “At this rate I have no doubt.” I tilt my head up, looking into his eyes. The same eyes as our son. “I’m pregnant.” He stares at me with no expression on his face. He takes the kitten from me, giving it to Rae. The next thing I know I’m in his arms and he’s kissing me.

  “This is not for kitten eyes,” I hear Rae say, teasing us as she leaves with my kittens. Dasher lifts me off my feet without breaking our kiss.

  “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He sits with me in his lap. His hand goes to my stomach. “You give me a little girl this time?”

  “If not this time then the next.” Dasher’s smile grows even bigger.

  I may have lost a lot early in life, but I found a love I’m not sure many others are lucky enough to find. If I’ve learned anything, it’s to love with everything inside of you. My Dasher may think he’s a little bit too crazy over me, but he is everything and more than I could have ever asked for to heal my heart once again. With him, I’m living in a love-filled winter wonderland.

  Epilogue

  Dasher

  Six years later…

  I take my time in the shower and scrub my beard. Eve asked me to grow it out this year during the winter, and I can’t ever say no. She got me an early gift with nice shampoo and conditioners for it and I want to make sure it smells nice for her.

  The scent of lemon and sandalwood clings to my face as I get out and towel off. It’s soft as I rub the towel over it, and once again she was right. It feels nice, and I decide I’ll let her be the judge after I get dressed and meet her and the kids downstairs for cocoa. I tie the towel around my waist, and when I walk out of the bathroom I stop dead in my tracks.

  She’s standing there in some kind of sexy Mrs. Claus costume, and my cock springs to attention. I’m instantly hard as my eyes devour all the skin she has on display and the scraps of red fabric that cover all of my favorite places.

  “What are you doing?” I ask warningly as she slinks off the bed and pops one hip out.

  “Just giving you another early Christmas present.” She winks at me and twirls around. I groan with need.

  She’s got on a little red skirt complete with a fluffy white trim that’s only long enough to cover her pussy. Her triangle top is the same way—tiny red patches over her nipples with fluff all around. My fingers twitch at my side, but if she wants to put on a show, I’m not about to stop her.

  “I used the stuff you got me on my beard,” I tell her, yanking off my towel and letting it drop to the floor. Her eyes go right to my thick cock bouncing between us, and she licks her lips. “I want you to tell me how soft it feels.”

  “Okay.” She smiles and reaches her hand up, but I shake my head.

  “Not like that.”

  Before she can blink, I grab her around the waist and toss her in the middle of the bed. She squeals as I climb on and lie on my back. She’s still trying to catch her breath as I grab her around the waist and pull her on top of me.

  “Sit on my face and see how good it feels.” I grab her ass with both hands and pull her to my mouth. Lucky for me she doesn’t have anything on under that little skirt.

  I push the white fluff out of the way as her knees move on either side of my face, and she grabs the headboard. As soon as my tongue makes contact with her wet seam, she moans and rocks against me.

  “Dasher,” she begs, moving her ass back and forth while she rides my tongue.

  “You like it?” I ask and then bite the inside of her thigh.

  “Yes.” Her voice echoes in our room, but it’s fine. We had it soundproofed years ago because I didn’t want her to ever hold back.

  She arches her back, and I feel her hand wrap around my cock as my tongue sinks into her pussy. I growl, and she moans at the vibration while we’re both overwhelmed with sensations.

  Eve never lasts long like this, and with one little suck and a flick of my tongue she’s falling over the edge of pleasure. I look up and watch her lost in rapture as I lick her pussy clean. As soon as the last pulse of her orgasm rolls over her, I slide her down my body and then sink my cock deep. She cries out at the tightness, but it’s always like this after she cums. I get bigger and harder every time I watch her climax, and her pussy needs a second to adjust.

  I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her down for a kiss as she stretches to make me fit. I smell her pussy on my beard, and the feeling of her tongue against mine is almost too much. Fuck, I want to eat her cunt and fuck her at the same time, but I’m a greedy bastard when it comes to my wife.

  “Santa's got his cookie,” I say and kiss my way down her neck. “What about the milk?”

  I untie the bow at her neck and let the front of her outfit fall away. I look into her eyes as I kiss her nipples, and she waits for what comes next. I use my hand to hold her breast up while I lave her nipple until the p
earl of milk appears. Her pussy clenches around me as I take a drink and I feel her getting wetter.

  There’s nothing about my wife I don’t love, including the milk she makes for our babies. She’s still nursing our last one, and I want to take advantage as long as I can.

  I switch to the other one and feel her grind down on my cock. She’s needy now and ready to cum again. It’s dirty what we’re doing, and it turns her on even if she doesn’t ask for it.

  “You taste so sweet,” I tell her, rubbing my face against her nipple, and she grips my hair with both hands. I’m not even thrusting into her, she’s just rubbing her pussy on my shaft as she gets wetter and wetter. “Since you’re still nursing I can cum inside you all I want.”

  “Oh God, Dasher,” she moans, and that’s all it takes to send her over the edge.

  Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I follow her over the edge. It’s hot and sticky as I thrust hard and deep one time and fill her with all that I have. I wrap my arms around her back and roll us over so that I can rut on top of her until the end. Any time we’re joined like this we’re making love, sometimes it’s just a bit more dirty to keep it fun.

  It’s a long moment later when I finally catch my breath and kiss every inch of her, slowly this time.

  “They’re waiting on us,” she says, tracing her fingers down my back.

  “Nah, Rae has them all in line and is barking orders.”

  Eve laughs as she nods. “That girl is going to run the world.”

  “Besides, this was your fault.” I look up at her and raise an eyebrow while she pretends to be innocent. “It’s okay, though, I approve.”

  “I can tell.” Her pussy squeezes my cock, and I stare down at her, daring her to tease me again.

  “Careful, wife.”

  “Come on,” she whispers as she leans closer and puts her lips to my ear. “Pretend you snuck in my car and let me watch you jerk off.”

  I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, and she begins to giggle. “You know, one day I’m going to regret telling you about that little incident.”

  “Stalker,” she teases, and I nod.

  “Always for you, my sweet Christmas Eve.”

  THE END!

  Snow and Mistletoe

  Noelle

  “‘Please,” she begged. “I need to feel you inside me now. It’s been too long.” Annabelle pleaded with Sam before taking matters into her own hands, grabbing his hard cock and guiding it to her wet pussy. Wanting to make them whole once again, to never be apart from the only man she’d ever loved. Would ever love.

  “I’ll give you what you want. Just give me what I want,” Sam demanded, pulling back just a little from her, the head of his cock barely touching her opening. She knew what he wanted, and she was sick of fighting these feelings. She’d find a way to make them work, no matter how different their worlds were.

  “I love you. Only you.” She gave him the words he wanted because they were true. She knew it down to her soul.

  Samuel thrust home into her welcoming body, his hard cock just as hungry for her as he was.”

  The heavy breathing through the phone pulls me from my narration “Mr. Lockwood, are you okay?”

  “Alex,” he grunts, sounding irritated with me. “Say it.”

  “Alex,” I whisper. He’s been correcting me for months now, but for some reason I always still say ‘Mr. Lockwood.’ It reminds me of who he is—that he isn’t a friend I’m talking to on the phone. He’s a client and nothing more, no matter what my late-night fantasies tell me.

  I hear a grunt, then the line goes quiet. I wonder if he’s mad at me, and I inwardly curse myself. I had steady work before I started narrating books for his company, All for You, but with him offering me more and more projects, he’s been my only client for well over two months now. It sounds silly, and I’m sure I can get more projects elsewhere, but I like working for him. He handles things a little differently than most clients I work with, but I like his way. Seems I like a lot of things about Alex, despite knowing very little about him.

  The silence hangs in the air as I wait for him to speak again. His words do things to me. Things they shouldn’t. I’ve somehow latched myself onto him recently. Waiting for our daily calls has now become a little bit of an obsession, one I’m sure my mother would tell me was just as unhealthy as my lack of a social life.

  “Hmm,” I mumble, trying to break the uncomfortable silence. I can’t bear the tension, but all I hear is his heavy breathing, something that reminds me of the many erotica books I’ve read. The hero would breathlessly pant into the heroine’s ear after a hard round of sex. It’s a sound I’ve never actually heard myself, but I find myself imagining what it would be like if Alex made the sound in my ear, his body on top of me.

  “I think that’s enough for today,” he finally says, his deep voice rolling over my skin like a warm rough caress, like it always does when he speaks to me. If anyone one should be narrating a book, it’s Alex. He has a voice like I’ve never heard before, and I’ve heard many in my line of work. Voices that are supposed to be the best aren’t anything special compared to his.

  “Okay, Mis— Alex,” I correct myself quickly, once again making myself look like an incompetent fool who can’t remember anything. “I’ll have the Scott book sent over this afternoon. Just a few more touches and it will be finished. Then I’ll start on this new one, if you liked the sample I just did.”

  Alex likes to do the samples over the phone and also likes to check in daily on my project status, something that’s not normal with audio work. Almost everything could be done over email, but Alex says he likes to do it this way. For what he’s paying me to voice audiobooks, I’m happy to jump through hoops for the projects. Okay, that’s only partially true. I would jump through the hoops, but our phone calls mean more to me than just work.

  Sometimes our calls dip into personal life, mainly about me and my life. Every now and then, I find myself rambling on, and he just listens. Maybe he’s really polite and feels sorry for me for having to carry on conversations with someone who is virtually a stranger. Though he doesn’t feel like a stranger anymore.

  “That sounds perfect. I have a lot going on tomorrow, so I want this taken care of tonight and off both our to-do lists,” he says, slipping back into business talk. It’s crazy how he does that. Sometimes I wonder if maybe he has a crazy sex life, because my narrations always seem to run on the dirty side and they never affect him.

  I usually end up in a pile of goo when we we’re done, with hard nipples and wet panties. We’d hang up and I’d have my hand down my pants before the line even cleared. It wasn’t narrating the books that turned me on. I’ve been doing romance narrations for years. Normally I did them alone so no one would hear. But somehow, reading aloud to Alex has me beyond turned on. It could be that the pieces he selects for samples are always the dirtiest parts, or it could just be him.

  I told myself it was because Alex was playing with me. I thought maybe he even had a little crush on me like I did him, but after time went on, he never seemed affected. He never tried to be more friendly to me like I was with him, and after a while I thought maybe I made it up in my head. My mother always told me I live too much inside myself, and it seemed to have happened again. I’d built something up in my mind that wasn’t really there. Worse, the thought of not having this interaction anymore was terrifying in some weird way.

  “Okay. I’ll send the file right over.” I try to keep my tone just as causal as his, but I’m still chewing on the fact that he has a lot going on tomorrow. It’s Christmas, so I should expect him to be busy. All I have planned is a TV dinner and Netflix.

  “Have a merry Christmas, Noelle.”

  “You too, Alex.” I hit End on the call, promptly wanting to disconnect from him. I drop the phone onto my desk and bring up my emails. I want to go ahead and send the file, but my internet won’t connect. After restarting the modem and my laptop, I make my way over to the window wh
ile everything reboots.

  It really is a perfect Christmas Eve. Snow has already begun to fall, and the Christmas lights on my tree behind me reflect in the window. It’s as if they’re mocking me. My house is decorated like I’m hosting a Christmas party tomorrow. There isn’t a spot that isn’t covered in some kind of Christmas decoration. Why I do this to myself, I have no idea.

  I’m an introvert and always have been. I made a couple of friends in college, always preferring to have my nose deep in a book. But since then they’ve dropped off one by one, slowly losing contact over time. No one wants to be friends with the girl who rarely leaves the house.

  Who knows where my parents are this time of year. No one likes to travel more than they do. I still have no idea how I came from such social butterflies. I like things small and intimate, and I always wanted to spend a Christmas like that with my parents. When I was a kid, my mom would go all out, kind of like I did in my own home, but she always filled the day with people I hardly knew.

  It’s almost laughable now. I hate how she’d do that, but now here I am in a house all made up for Christmas and not one soul to spend it with. I’m not sure which is worse.

  My mind wanders back to Alex, wondering what his plans might be. Would he have a special person to spend his Christmas with? The thought sends an irrational surge of jealously through me.

  Maybe I can come up with a reason to get in touch with him, or just call to wish him a merry Christmas. I chastise myself for the silly idea. Considering how fast he got off the phone moments ago, he probably has plans tonight.

  Growling at myself, I pull my hair from my ponytail to relieve some of the tension I’m feeling.

  Pull it together, I tell myself. I’ll finish this project for Alex, get into my Christmas pajamas, eat those cookies I spent all day baking and decorating, and watch my favorite holiday movies. I will not let myself have a pity party.