Christmas Crush (Holiday Studs Book 3)

by Jewel Killian

  She pulled me close panting, “Don’t stop,” in my ear as I walked two fingers gently across her swollen clit. Rolling her hips into the motion, she shuddered, pulling at my shirt as she came silently beside me. I laid another kiss on the top of her head as she shivered with aftershocks. “I’ve been fantasizing about those glorious hands of yours for weeks,” she whispered.

  A smile spread across my face. “Have you, now?”

  She nodded. “I had to touch myself every night because thinking about you got me so fucking hot.”

  I smiled even wider. “Is that so?”

  She nodded, looking up at me. “I’ve wanted you so much.”

  “We’re here,” said the driver. I paid and Serene and I ran to my ground floor apartment. She couldn’t keep her hands off me as I fished the keys out of my pocket and threw open the door.

  We both flung off our coats in the entryway and crashed into each other. She melted into me, kissing my neck and throat and mouth as I picked her up by the ass and walked us to the bedroom. She tugged my shirt out of my waistband and set about unbuttoning it as I pawed up and down the dips of her back and ass.

  I was so hot, so hard for her my balls actually ached. I wanted to show her every trick and toy I had. I wanted to draw this out and savor every second of claiming her soft, beautiful flesh. I wanted to have her for hours and hours.

  But there was no way any of that was happening. Not right now. Not this time. Still straddling me, I shimmied her dressed over her ass and pulled it clean off, revealing her heavy, gorgeous tits. “You’re so fucking hot,” I growled as I laid a swift smack across her ass. She yelped, but she yelped louder when I threw her off of me and onto the bed. I ripped my clothes off and in moments I was on the bed pushing her knees apart.

  All the ways I wanted to defile her flashed in my mind. Licking at her sweet little pussy until she dripped with come. Or making her writhe and moan with just a few well-placed fingers. Or maybe I’d flip her over, grab her by the ass and fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.

  But none of that would do. I wanted to see her come. I wanted to watch her lip quiver like it was right now as she stared at my cock. I wanted to whisper in her ear how much I’d wanted her all these weeks. I wanted her to wrap her legs around me and grind herself against me as I fucked her.

  Her eyes flew wide open and she let out a tiny squeak as I yanked at the back of her knees, pulling her closer. Holy hell she was so fucking turned on her little pussy quivered just like her bottom lip. Fist around my cock and eyes locked dead on hers, I drove myself into her. She wailed as I pounded into her, wrapping her legs around me just like I wanted, and grinding her clit against me. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, carefully, making sure it felt tight but good, and twisted her head so I could reach her neck and ear. I licked up her neck, a long, broad dog-lick up the sensitive tendon right below the skin. She went wild, grabbing at the back of my head to pull me in closer. “I fucked my fist every night thinking about you, Serene,” I rumbled against her ear. “Every fucking night. Now, I need you to come for me cause I can’t hold out much longer. Come on, baby. Come for me.”

  Her walls tightened around me like a fucking vice, her lip quivered and I plowed into her even hard. She screamed, bucking and wriggling beneath me and her climax pushed me over to mine. I growled, pumping hot thick streams into her, groaning at how hard she’d made me come. I fell on the bed next to her, exhausted, sated, and a bit hazy around the edges. Serene curled into the crook of my arm, stroked up and down my chest as she was so fond of doing, and we basked in the afterglow of extraordinary sex.

  “Was it worth it?” she asked.

  “Hmm?”

  “Waiting all these weeks. Was it worth it?”

  I pulled her into a two-armed hug. “I’d rather have spent these last few weeks with you than frustrated and hard nearly all the time. But you know that thing about absence making the heart grow fonder? I think it’s true.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Serene

  I SMILED AT HIS WORDS. I couldn’t agree more. Still, as much as Jeffrey had blown my mind just now, a tiny part of me was disappointed that there had been no power play this time like in Aspen.

  “You know, I was hoping for a bit of...” I started

  “That’s just a taste of what’s to come,” he said at the same time.

  “What do you mean?” I asked as I looked up from the hollow of his shoulder.

  “What do you mean?” he countered.

  “Nope, I asked first.”

  He smirked at me but relented. “I meant that there was so much more I wanted to do with you, do to you but you were just too irresistible.” He squeezed me close. “I just had to have you.”

  “Mmm. You’d better be careful, Mr. Webb. Sweet talk like that might make me thirsty for round two.”

  Jeffrey grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. I looked down at him, amused that he could pull me into a straddle so easily. “And what if that’s exactly what I want, Ms.... hmmm. I don’t actually know your last name.”

  I sighed looking down the long line of Jeffrey’s chest. I knew he didn’t. Most people didn’t. I didn’t even have a name plate on my desk. But I’d kept my secret long enough. It was time to let go and let someone else in. I met his gaze, that penetrating, gorgeous gaze and told him what I hadn’t said out loud in almost five years. “When I said my father was the British version of Bill Gates, that wasn’t entirely accurate.”

  “Alright. Enlighten me,” Jeffrey said with a smile.

  “Well, my father is very wealthy but not because he earned it.”

  “Oooooh, is your father a mobster? A British crime lord, right? Hang on, do you have crime lords in the U.K.?”

  “No!” I shrieked with laughter at the idiotic picture forming in my head. “Heavens no.”

  “Well, you said he didn’t earn it.”

  “I did but it’s not because he’s a criminal. He’s part of the aristocracy. My father is cousin to the Queen. Which makes me a tiny bit royal. My name is Serene Stafford but my title is Duchess Serene of Somerset.”

  My body clenched as I watched him digest the information. I didn’t know what to expect but I knew what I hoped. I hoped it didn’t matter to him. I hoped he’d be accepting of it and still want to pursue a relationship. I hoped...

  He reached up and brushed my face. “You look so worried,” he said with a smile. “What could a Duchess possibly have to worry about?”

  “That it’s too much for you and you want no parts of the aristocracy and, by extension, me.”

  Fire flashed in Jeffrey’s eyes and before I knew it, he’d flipped us over. I stared up at his beautiful, piercing eyes as he hovered over me and stroked my face. “Serene, the moment I saw you, you brought a ray of light in my darkened world. You made me remember the promises I made to Natasha, and you unknowingly helped me keep all of them. I told you she made me promise to keep trying new things but she also asked me to keep traveling. Aspen was the first trip I took since I lost her. And skiing, well, you saw how awful I was at that. Skiing was my new thing this year and it was miles out of my comfort zone.” Jeffrey took a big breath and kissed my forehead before continuing. “And the last thing I promised was that I’d be open to finding love again.” He smiled at me, a warm, gentle smile that made me feel like the most treasured thing in the world. “I’m not giving you up for anything. Not even the Queen of England.”

  He leaned down and kissed me. A soft, sweet kiss that slowly built into a hungry and hard kiss. I was panting and moaning into his mouth before long. Jeffrey slid his hands up my sides to my arms before pulling them up and pinning them over my head. I squirmed beneath him. Not because I wanted out but because I liked it so much.

  Jeffrey beamed down at me. “You like this, huh.”

  “Very much,” I managed to whisper through the thick haze of desire fogging up my brain. “This is what I was waiting for.”

  His eyes flashed a devilish fire before
he broke into a wide, gorgeous grin. “So sorry to keep the Duchess waiting.”

  I made a face, that didn’t sound quite right.

  “Your Grace?”

  I shook my head. Still not right.

  “My Lady?”

  There it was. Hearing Jeffrey call me that, in this setting, sent a shiver rocketing through me end to end. It wasn’t correct. Technically, Your Grace was the proper way to address me but that sounded stodgy and decidedly unsexy.

  However, the combination of the words my lady and the unbelievable dirty way he said them, was like the floodgates to my libido. I was instantly hot, ready, and wanting to fuck again. “I want you to show me,” I said breathlessly.

  “Show you what?” Jeffrey asked.

  “Everything,” I said.

  He grinned at me, kissed the end of my nose and said, “I’ll be right back.” Moments later he returned with what looked like a rolling steamer trunk. Rummaging through its contents he pulled out a few things, careful to keep them from my view and hopped back on the bed. “Most of the things I have in there are novelty-ish. Blindfolds and gags that wouldn’t work for you because I want to see that gorgeous face when I make you come. But I did find a few things I think we can have fun with. May I have your wrist, my lady?”

  I presented my wrist and Jeffrey tucked it into a thick leather cuff.

  “And the other one, please,” he said, voice going darker and craggy with lust. When the other was cuffed he linked them together with a chain and hooked the chain to a part of the bed I couldn’t see. When he’d done the same to my ankles, he took a long look at me starfished across his bed. “Are you comfortable, my lady?”

  I nodded and Jeffrey pulled a long ostrich feather from behind his back, floating it just over my skin.

  “Most people think this lifestyle is all about the gadgets and toys and I can understand that. But it’s really about the dynamic between the people involved. Balancing anticipation,” he said, circling the feather over my nipples. “and gratification.” He smirked bringing the feather a hair’s breadth from contact, then moving it away. My back bowed, arching to try and relieve the tension he built. Jeffrey just smiled and continued teasing. “Eventually, I’ll be able to get you so turned on you’ll be able to come with a look.”

  “Really?” I asked as I trembled in the shackles, wanting so much to be touched.

  “Really.”

  I pulled my lip between my teeth as I looked into his gorgeous eyes. “Why not now?”

  Jeffrey chuckled softly. “You’re not ready for that yet, my lady. Don’t worry,” he said when my brow creased. “You will be soon. Just not yet.” He let the feather graze my skin and I shuddered as he traced down my torso. Eyes closing and skin prickling into gooseflesh, I sighed as Jeffrey traced down my stomach, across my hips and finally circled over my mound. “Lie still for me, my lady,” he purred in my ear as he stroked his way between my outer lips with a single finger.

  I couldn’t help arching into the sensation, moaning as he finally touched me.

  “Uhuh, you need to be still for me,” he said, pressing my pelvis back down to the bed while he stroked and flicked at my clit.

  I whimpered beneath him. I didn’t know if I could be still. “You touch me so... I—I don’t think I can.”

  “Lie still, Serene or the fun is over.”

  I took a deep breath and tried to relax all the muscles that wanted to tighten and quake. “There, that’s better,” he purred and slid a finger into me. He knew exactly what to do with that finger, finding the perfect angle, pressure, and rhythm to work as he rubbed lightly across my aching clit. “Now, listen carefully. I’m going to get you off and you’re not to move or make a sound, is that understood?”

  “I can’t make any noise?” I asked, panting as my question turned into a groan of pleasure.

  “Not a peep,” he smirked.

  I tucked my quivering lip between my teeth and hoped I could do what he asked. Jeffrey added a second finger inside me and the waves of pleasure and tension loomed so close I knew it would only be moments. Then, like in Aspen, he stroked my ass a few times before just barely pressing his thumb in.

  It took everything I had not to scream and thrash around as he expertly teetered me on the brink of a devastating orgasm. I wanted to buck and flail and moan beneath him. But I also wanted to please him by obeying.

  “Come for me, my lady,” Jeffrey whispered gruffly in my ear.

  I tightened around him and came harder than I ever had in my life. Wave after wave of explosive, divine ecstasy crashed into me over and over and I lied still, lips pressed together and brow furrowed so I wouldn’t accidentally cry out.

  God, I wanted to. I wanted to scream at the ceiling and grid myself against Jeffrey’s hand, riding my pleasure until it was over. But somehow, not doing any of that made the climax that much greater. It was like screaming and bucking let some of it escape and being still kept it all where it should be.

  When I finally opened my eyes, Jeffrey hovered above, beaming at me. “I’ve never been with anyone who could do that their first time.”

  I kissed his smiling lips. “I”m a quick study,” I said.

  The Next Christmas

  Serene

  CHESTER TWISTED AROUND my legs, his gray striped tail in a perfect question mark as I tried to finish packing. “I think he knows we’re leaving,” I said when Jeffrey came to the bedroom.

  “Yeah, he’s a smart one,” he said as he picked up his overweight cat.

  The fat tabby purred and chirruped in Jeffrey’s arms. In the early days, Jeffrey warned me that Chester had been Natasha’s cat and he wasn’t sure how the cat would react to me. I scratched the fur-ball under the chin and his pleasant purrs turned into a rumbling diesel engine. I’d been worried about it too, especially since Jeffrey and I had moved at light speed after his contract was up. I’d moved out of my dump and into a new place with Jeffrey only three months after we’d met. New surrounding plus a whole new person living in his space would be enough for any cat to have issues. But Chester was a sweetie. In fact, he’d recently started preferring my lap to Jeffrey’s, a fact that I was secretly thrilled with.

  Jeffrey peered into my suitcase. “Not that I mind seeing you in next to nothing, but you can’t only bring swimsuits with you,” he said, dangling a bikini top off his finger.

  I snatched it away from him with a smile. “It’s not the only thing I’m bringing, Mr. Know-it-all. It’s just the first thing I packed.”

  Jeffrey smirked at me, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him as fire blazed in his eyes. “I can’t wait to be alone with you for fourteen days on an island paradise,” he said and kissed me so hard I lost my breath.

  I pulled away, laughing. “I’m excited too. But don’t think we’re going to spend all day every day lying on the beach like bums. There is lots to do in Bali and I’ve planned quite a few expeditions that will definitely meet Natasha’s criteria for ‘out of your comfort zone’.”

  “Oh yeah? Like what?”

  “Well snorkeling with sharks for one.”

  “What?!” All the color drained from Jeffrey’s face as he tried to not look so terrified.

  “Oh relax, you big baby. They’re just reef sharks. Harmless and small.”

  “They still have teeth,” Jeffrey said with a tiny pout.

  I smiled. “Yes, but they’re not interested in using them on you. Now, hand me that pile of clothes over there so I can finish and we can get out of here.”

  The flight was awful. At least, I expected it to be. Even in first class, a twenty-seven-hour flight was bound to be miserable. But, Jeffrey and I managed to keep each other’s spirits up. We distracted each other with silly word and puzzle games on our phones, trivia when that got boring, movies when trivia wasn’t cutting it, and finally by joining the mile high club when all else failed.

  It wasn’t pretty. It was cramped and uncomfortable but I was already very good at being quiet so we had tha
t going for us.

  We had two layovers. They were awful as well. Or they should have been but everything went so smoothly with Jeffrey by my side. When we finally landed in Indonesia, the car was waiting for us and we were taken to a magnificent bungalow directly on the beach.

  “I have to admit,” Jeffrey said as he put his clothes in the closet. “When you said it would be a tropical paradise I had my doubts. But you weren’t wrong. This place is breathtaking.” He grabbed my hand and tugged me out the open back doors to our incredible patio that led straight to the beach. Jeffrey wrapped his arms around me and looked out at the brilliant turquoise water and white sand. He pushed a strand of hair from my face. “But you’re more beautiful.” He kissed the top of my head and then ran off to the water, taking off his clothes as he went. “Come on!” he yelled. “The water’s perfect!”

  I took a moment to look at him, muscled and gorgeous and ran out to him, stripping out of my clothes as I crashed into the waves and into his arms. “I love you,” I said softly into his chest.

  “You know, if you had told me last Christmas that I’d be spending this Christmas on the other side of the world with a beautiful woman, I’d have said you were nuts. But every last thing about this, about you, feels absolutely right, Serene.”

  I sighed and swam further into the crystal clear water.

  Jeffrey met me and pulled me into him. “I never expected to feel this way. Not now. Not ever, if I’m honest. And I’m finding myself totally unprepared.” He stared deep into me, his gaze penetrating so deep it felt as though he could see right into me. “Serene, I don’t have anything to offer you. Not a ring, not a title or wealth or a single bit of security. All I have is a goofball cat and the concrete certainty that I love you with everything I have. Make me the happiest man on the planet, Serene. Marry me.”

  It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a request. It was a statement and I was happy to oblige.