Under the Mistletoe

by Aria Cole

  My ice queen figurine had been a bad joke, but I needed an excuse to get back to see her. Thankfully, she’d seemed to take the rib in stride. She had a helluva sense of humor, and it was just one of the things that drew me to her.

  The sweet like honey curves under those scrubs were another.

  The prospect of seeing her wavy blond locks spread out on my pillow still another.

  I couldn’t keep my thoughts off Aurora Snow, so it wasn’t a surprise I’d found myself back at the hospital tonight.

  Ten minutes later, we were pulling out of Taco Verde, her tiny little Camry leading my diesel pickup, a bag of tacos on my front seat. I was following her home, and I was lucky as hell she was inviting me in to share dinner with her. When I’d asked her out to dinner, I hadn’t expected to wind up at her place, but I would take it. I would take anything from this angel.

  “Twinkles can be a little weird with strangers. Watch your feet, she gets feisty.”

  “What?” I followed her in the door of the small bungalow, and then the loud meow of a jungle cat hit me. A second later, something was winding between my legs, and then a set of nails sank themselves into my ankle. “What the hell!”

  Aurora only giggled and lifted the white puff ball in her arms. “That’s a good girl. Momma will get food for you.”

  “Hate to say it, but your cat is an asshole.” I rubbed at my ankle, finding the little fucker’s nails had scratched me right through the denim of my work jeans. “And are you sure she doesn't eat tacos? That cat could stand to drop a few pounds.”

  “Shh, don’t listen to him.” She ignored me and cuddled the cat under one arm as she popped the top on a can of cat food. She deposited the cat at her feet a moment later with a bowl of food, and the cat ignored both of us and got down to the business of eating.

  “We don’t have a lot of people over. She gets possessive.”

  “Guess so.” I tossed the bag of tacos on the kitchen island. Aurora opened a cupboard, one I noticed was hanging by one lonely hinge. “I can fix that for you.”

  “Been like that for a few weeks. I keep meaning to call someone, but I’ve been so busy at the hospital.”

  “It’s an easy fix. I don’t mind. In fact, it looks like you could really use my help around here. I can make you a whole new set of cupboards if you’d like.”

  “You can make cupboards?”

  I shrugged. “Just part of my job description.”

  We settled in at the kitchen island, perched on barstools, and started in on the tacos. They were good—not that we had much choice or options in this town. I loved that Aurora ate like a real woman, unwrapping her second taco just about as fast as I had. She wasn’t shy; she liked food, and she had an appetite. She was a real woman. I hated those chicks who ordered salad and picked at it, eating the lettuce only, as if I gave a fuck if they ate like a bird or not. Those women were so obsessed with what they thought I was thinking, and it was a turn-off. I wanted someone real, someone to bullshit with, laugh with, fuck around with.

  I wanted Aurora Snow.

  By the time we’d finished our tacos and Twinkles had finished her dinner, I was anxious to get to know more about Aurora and get that cupboard fixed. Just seeing it hang off the hinges was irritating the piss out of me.

  “I’m gonna grab my toolbox in the truck and get that cupboard fixed for you.”

  “Really, Declan, you don’t have to worry about it. You probably have stuff to do—”

  “Hey.” I stepped into her space, her sweet ass still perched on the barstool. Wrapping a hand around her soft neck, I squeezed gently, eyes landing on hers as my lips hovered closer and closer to hers. “It’s a pleasure to help you in any way I can.”

  Before I could think twice, my lips were pressed to hers, tongue sliding across the seam and probing for more. Her lips opened softly, our tongues twisting before the need boiled up inside me and my other hand went to her cheek. Pressing my lips harder to hers, I rocked my body against hers, wanting to feel us melded. “You drive me crazy, Aurora.”

  Her lips parted, small puffs of breath washing across my face.

  “A man takes care of what’s his, and you, Aurora, you're mine.”

  Her eyes widened, one hand pressed against my chest as energy vibrated between us. Hell, what I wouldn't give to haul her back to my house right now, chain her to my bed and bury my face between her succulent thighs.

  “I thought… I thought you just wanted to thank me.”

  “Oh, I want to do that and so much more, Dr. Snow.” A slanted grin lifted my lips before I landed another kiss on her mouth. “So…” I rocked my cock against her core “…much more.”

  Chapter Four

  Aurora

  Yes, Declan.

  Oh God, yes, please.

  I want more too. I want so much more.

  Those words ran on repeat through my lust-addled brain.

  I felt foggy, consumed by him. Sawdust and spice swirled around me, intoxicating me, driving me crazy, strengthening my insane urge to drop on my knees and beg him for everything he had to give.

  “I’m going to get my tools,” he murmured at my earlobe, sending a shiver coursing through all the sensitive, forbidden zones of my body.

  I swallowed the jagged boulders in my throat, fluttered my eyes closed and breathed, “Okay.”

  In the next instant, he was out of my arms and out my front door.

  I missed him instantly.

  “God, Twinkles.” I picked up the fluff butt curled at my feet. “What’s wrong with me?” I snuggled into her snow-white fur, and for the first time in my life, thought Declan Callaghan was one man I actually might want to stay. The thought of him walking out that door, never to come back, sliced my heart in half, and I didn’t even know why. Sure, I tossed and turned, him on my mind all night long last night.

  I chalked that nonsense up to the lonely holiday season approaching or the lunar cycles or anything but what it really was. And what was it? I hadn’t even figured it out yet.

  Declan breezed back into the kitchen a moment later, his slightly too-long hair a little wild from the winter wind whipping outside. In his hands was a beat-up, rusted toolbox, and he had a gorgeous smile on his face.

  I watched him with rapt attention as he pulled a screwdriver out of the box and headed to the cupboard. He stretched, hands fumbling with the hinge at the top, his crisp white T-shirt riding up his waist and revealing creamy bronze skin to my hungry eyes.

  “Oh my God.” A soft groan escaped my lips.

  “What’s that, Snow?” He turned, catching a glimpse of my eyes trained on him. His grin deepened before he replied, “Didn’t know my tool would make you so hot.”

  My eyes slammed up to his, embarrassment reddening my already warm cheeks. “I… You’re… Ugh. Men.”

  I spun out of the kitchen, his laughter following me down the hallway. I ducked into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. God, what was I thinking? I was still in my scrubs, my hair in a messy ponytail, the little bit of makeup I’d put on earlier now melted off. “You’re such a mess, Aurora. Why would he ever want someone like you?”

  His deep voice came around the corner and followed me straight into the bathroom, his lips catching at the skin near the back of my neck. “Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He ran his hands up my torso, his hard dick digging into the back of my waist. “You’re smart, you’re driven, you’re caring.” His palms skimmed over the swell of my breasts. My nipples puckered as my hips began a slow rock against him on instinct. “And you don’t take any of my shit.” He spun me in his arms, eyes searing mine. “You’re goddamn perfect.”

  His thumbs spread across my cheekbones, hands holding my head in place before his lips were on mine, our bodies pushing together as our tongues danced. This man was stealing my sense and my breath with every word out of his mouth.

  A flashback of the expanse of bronze skin at his waist sent desire pooling between my
thighs as I pushed my hands under the shirt at his waist and connected my fingertips with his hot flesh. I couldn’t help imagining the way he would drag his fingers across my skin, his lips trailing over my breasts, his hands digging into my thighs as he sheathed his cock deep inside my body.

  I backed away, suddenly breathless at the visions of lust swirling in my mind.

  “Ah, don’t look at me that way, Snow.” He pushed a hand through his hair, his eyes appearing like he was warring with himself. “Don’t look at me like you’re begging me to take you to my bed. Fuck, I want inside you, baby, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He held my chin, gaze devouring mine. “I want all of you. There’s nothing temporary about what’s going on here, so you might as well understand that now.”

  I swallowed, shock radiating through me. “Yes.” I nodded. “I understand.”

  I didn’t know what the hell I was saying, what he even meant entirely, but anything with him sounded good.

  “Good girl.” He pressed another kiss to my lips before he lifted me up onto my bathroom counter, fingertips working under the rough fabric of my scrubs. “Now let’s get you out of these work clothes.”

  He grinned before slipping the baby blue fabric over my head, his hand pulling my hair out of its ponytail a second later. Then he was on me, all hands and mouth and lips. Sweet heaven, his lips might be my new favorite thing.

  “Wait, Declan—”

  “My friends call me Dec, but call me whatever makes you hot.”

  I huffed, suddenly remembering just how cocky this bastard was. I crossed my arms over my chest, blocking his view of my cotton bra.

  One eyebrow arched, one side of his mouth crooking into a shit-eating grin. “Got something on your mind, Dr. Snow?”

  I clamped down on my lip, narrowing my eyes at him. “Ever think maybe your friends call you Dick because you are one?”

  He broke out into a belly laugh, the rich sound echoing off the walls of my small bathroom.

  “That’s exactly why I love you, Snow. No goddam wonder I couldn’t get you out of my head last night.” His lips attached themselves to my neck, hands locking at my wrists and pushing them behind my back. I moaned, his cock nestling between my thighs and rubbing up the seam of my soaked pussy.

  “Christ, every noise that comes out of your mouth just makes me hotter.” He rocked into me, his hands working at the waistband of my pants before he finally had them pushed down my thighs.

  “Elves?” He dropped to his knees and sucked in a ragged breath, nose pressed to the damp cotton of my panties. “Festive, Snow.”

  Shame burned its way up my neck when I remembered I’d thrown on a pair of Christmas undies this morning. God, there was nothing about me that was attractive right now, and yet here he was, on his knees, head buried between my thighs—

  “Oh, oh, oh my God!”

  His lips connected with the hot bud of my clit through the damp cotton.

  “Keep singing like an angel, baby. The show’s only just begun.” He positioned his fingers inside the waist of my panties and pulled, tearing the fabric off my body and leaving his mouth sucking at my bare pussy.

  I crawled up the vanity, hips rocking on their own against his face as his tongue traced my slit and then delved in, twisting around my entrance and sending me to the heights of ecstasy.

  “I want this pussy all to myself, Snow. All mine.” His tongue pushed past the entrance, swirling inside and sucking the juice from my body. “Look at this pretty little clit begging for my attention.”

  “Oh God.” The words rasped past my lips.

  “Not God, baby, Dec.”

  “What are you doing to me?”

  “Tasting your sweet cunt, which is now mine.”

  I moaned, dropping my head back against the mirror, eyes closing as he ramped up his assault on my clit, licking and nipping with his teeth, grabbing the sensitive flesh and causing an orgasm to burn its way up my body, sending my nerves rioting around, confused and blissed out.

  Before I even recovered, I heard the loud zip of his pants, and then he was shoving his jeans and boxer briefs to the floor.

  “Oh God, you’re—”

  “Huge.” His smile deepened. “I know.”

  He ground his dick between us, running the thick tip up my seam. “You on birth control, baby?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “Thank fuck. Don’t know what I would have done if you’d said yes. Not sure I could pull myself away from you at this moment. Like it or not, Snow, this pussy is mine to claim. I want to bury myself in your body and fill you up with my seed. Feel the walls of this gorgeous cunt fisting my dick like a good girl.”

  He rubbed the head of his dick against my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head and soft pants to burn past my lips. “You like this? Your pussy is so juicy I won’t have any trouble sliding right in.”

  “Oh God,” I groaned, sliding my arms around his shoulders, feeling every muscled bulge of him.

  I never wanted Declan Callaghan to leave.

  Chapter Five

  Declan

  “This pussy gets you whatever you want, doesn’t it? I bet you have men wrapped around your finger.” I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth.

  Aurora’s eyes flew open, hard and fixated on mine. Truth was, I’d said it because the very idea tore something open inside me. I couldn't stand the thought of her with anyone else. Ever. This pussy was made for me. Everything about Aurora Snow had my name on it.

  “Fuck you, Dec.” She shoved me back, landing me flat on my ass before she hopped off the counter and sped out of the bathroom.

  I caught up to her, hand at her elbow before she yanked out of my grip, a shot of pain slicing through my thumb and up my arm.

  “Fuck!” I roared, doubling down and trailing hot on her heels into her bedroom. I followed her onto the bed, caging her in my arms and catching her lips with my teeth. “Don’t walk away from me.”

  I pushed my cock against her slit, grinding against her clit until her nails were biting into my shoulders and all pain in my thumb was forgotten. All I could think about was my cock between her creamy thighs, that curvy ass begging for my palms as I stroked in and out of her.

  Her hips began to rock furiously, and I realized she was trying to use my dick to get off. I could feel that she was close, shudders coursing through her body with that ragey look still lighting her eyes.

  “Hell, you’re sexy when you’re angry, Snow.” I caught her arms above her head, holding on so tight I was sure she’d have bruises in the morning. “But you’re not coming yet.”

  She was close to the edge—hell, I was close too—but I was in control. She already had too much control of me; this was mine.

  “Soon I’ll take you, gorgeous. Soon, I’ll be filling this little cunt up with every drop of come I have. Then I’ll do it again and again until you’re begging me to stop.”

  “Declan!” she said in a rush when she started coming over my cock, thick juice covering my dick and making me desperate for a taste.

  I gripped my throbbing dick, angry that I’d lost control so soon but desperate to mark her. Leave her with my scent, release the come that’d been building in my balls since the moment we’d met.

  An orgasm tore through me, causing a growl to pass my lips. My come coated her sweet cunt, her cute little clit, and ran down her creamy thighs. I came so hard stars burst behind my eyelids, something I’d never felt before. Warmth filled my chest as she purred like a happy kitten underneath me, a lazy smile turning up her lips.

  “You’re so beautiful it hurts, Snow.” I pressed a kiss to her hot mouth.

  Her eyes finally fluttered open, drunk on my dick as she looked up at me. “I’ve never…” She gnawed on her bottom lip. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  Something possessive took root in my soul. “I’m gonna own all your firsts, beautiful.”

  My hands dropped down her thighs, swirling the come around
her skin, making sure it was good and coated. Her sweet smell made my mouth water as I dropped kisses on the inside of her thighs. I took one long lick of her pussy, tasting the sweet nectar on my tongue. She was sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted; one drop and I was addicted.

  “Mmm, Declan…” She sounded as desperate for me in that moment as my cock was for her.

  Hearing her voice echoing off the four walls around us made me feel like a god. I’d been a lot of places and done a lot of things in my life, but nothing compared to eating her pussy.

  And I planned to be the last man to do so, if I had anything to say about it.

  Just then, the damn cat jumped on the bed, curling its way around my legs, stopping to sniff my spunk splashed across Aurora’s belly, before turning her ass in the air and cuddling up right between Aurora's tits.

  Right where I wanted to be.

  I hated that fucking cat.

  Aurora pushed her fingers through Twinkles’s fur, purring to it softly before smiling and looking up at me. “Dec?”

  “Yeah, gorgeous?” I fell onto the bed beside her, nuzzling my nose into her neck.

  “Stay tonight?” Her words were so soft and vulnerable it nearly broke my heart open. I didn’t know what happened to this girl to make her fiery one minute and so soft and sweet the next, but whatever it was took root down deep.

  “Couldn’t throw me out if you wanted to, Snow.” I wrapped her in my arms, risking the wrath of the demon cat, and pulled Aurora into my side. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

  A soft smile tugged at her lips. “Thanks for fixing my cupboard.”

  “That’s not all I plan on fixing.” I sucked the lobe of her ear into my mouth and nipped gently.

  “You don’t have to—”

  “Listen, Snow, you’ve got to stop telling me what I don’t have to do.” I pulled her chin to meet my gaze. “What I want to do is another thing entirely.” I kissed her lips, stroking my slowly hardening cock against her hip. “I might be losing my fucking mind, but the only thing I want is to be lying right here with you and your pretty pussy.”