by Jisa Dean
The message isn't very long. He won't be coming to pick me up from school because something important came up and he'll try to pull himself away later so we can talk some on the phone before bed. The sense of being let down depresses me and trudging through the snow and ice becomes more and more difficult on my way to pick Mel up.
She asks where Liam is and I give her a shrug of my shoulders. I don't know where he is. I don't understand how I got so used to seeing him and having him with me in only a matter of days. Both of us are quiet on the way home. To cheer us up I talk Mel into going to the mall with me so we can finally buy mom's gift and surprise her on Christmas morning.
Mel pulls me to the Santa again but this time it's not Liam and I don't go too close to the one pretending to be something he's not. No one can be Liam. He is in a class all his own. We barely beat mom home and when I push my food around on my plate she asks if everything is alright.
I give her a smile and nod. I don't want Mel and her worrying over me when there is so much more to worry about. By the time I go to bed without a call from Liam my mood is dark and black. Mom takes Mel with her again, although I'm not sure why. It's not like I'm going to be taking any hot calls tonight.
It's late before I finally drift off. I tossed and turned for hours until finally I wore myself out and forced myself to go to sleep. It can't be more than an hour since I went to sleep that a hand is placed over my mouth pulling me from my sleep.
I scream into the hand and search through the darkness until I find bright blue eyes looking down at me. He places his finger over my mouth so I don't talk too loudly and wake mom and Mel up.
"What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
"As if I couldn't find my way in." He gives me a brilliant smile that I can't help but return. I look down at him and realize he's wearing his Santa suit again.
"Why are you in this, here?" Is he trying to give me a fetish for the big red man up north? Because it's happening the longer he stays in that suit.
"One of my volunteers couldn't make it to the Christmas party we throw at one of the children's hospitals this year so I filled in for him. I've been busy for most of the day getting things...worked out so that I could be here with you right after."
Oh my God, my heart just melted into a puddle of horny goo. He was bringing holiday cheer to kids who couldn't make it home this year. It's a really good reason not to be here with me. One that makes me feel awful for wanting him with me. And like a raging bitch for being so down because he couldn't be with me.
"You didn't have to come here tonight. You must be tired." He looks a little tired when I take in his eyes like maybe he hasn't slept for a couple of days.
"I did have to. I needed to see you. I don't want to go a day without seeing your face or hearing your voice." Damn, he's good. If my heart wasn't mush before, it is now.
He leans over me and kisses me and the fur trim on his robe brushes up against my bare thigh and causes shivers to go down my spine. His kiss is deep and gentle like he's afraid of hurting me. It's a perfect kiss. He's lying on top of me in between my legs and I can't help but slide my leg up over the velvet of his pants and run my foot down his calf.
"Oh Paige, I didn't come here for any other reason than to see your face and hear your voice but if you keep that up I won't be able to control myself or stop myself from doing what I want to do."
"What do you want to do, Santa?" I'm not sure who the person is that is taking over my body and mouth but having Liam lying in between my legs feels so good and makes me want to rub more of myself against him.
"Paige, damn it, I'm trying to be good for you." His big gloved hand encased in the traditional Santa leather gloves runs up my bare thigh moving my white nightgown higher even as he says he is trying not to do anything.
"You feel good. I missed you today, Liam. You know what I bet will feel really good?" he closes his eyes for a moment, my words pulling groans from him, "If you could rub all that soft velvet against all of me without this nightgown in the way."
"Paige, if this nightgown comes off I'll be rubbing a whole lot more on your sweet body than velvet. Speaking of that," He leaves me for a moment in the darkness and my lust for him cools some with the creeping cold air that greets my body when he goes. He took me by surprise, me being half asleep, so I was less inhibited but now...
He's back in no time though. "I got you something." He hands me a small box wrapped in shiny gold paper. The last time he got me something I almost soaked the bed. I'm a little cautious about what this gift might be and how he plans to use it.
Chapter Seven
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Paige
When I open the package inside is a heart-shaped glass bottle. I don't have enough light to see what exactly it is. Perfume maybe. The sweet scent of strawberries comes from the bottle so that would be a safe guess I would think.
"Its massage oil - strawberries and cream." His words gust by my ear and move the fine hairs there, making me shiver.
"You want a massage?"
"No silly, that's not how gifts work. You are the one getting the message. Now roll over and take the nightgown off."
He wants to rub my body with his strong hands and I am torn. I can tell how tired he is working all day then volunteering and coming to me at night. He shouldn't feel like he has to do anything for me. I start to tell him as much but become distracted when he stands up and yanks off the coat leaving him in nothing but a black tank top. He takes a gloved hand in his mouth and uses his teeth to yank the leather off, which is damned hot to me for some weird reason.
He takes the shirt up over his head and I am greeted with a chest that should not belong on a man who spends his day with kids, Holy Father of Christmas. His chest is covered with a patch of sliver and white hair that rings his nipples and makes a heart shape across his pectorals, narrowing down as it goes lower. This is the first naked chest I've been so close to if you don't count my own.
He reaches for his pants and my eyes grow huge. Oh dear God, he's taking off his pants. In my bedroom.
"Don't worry angel, I'm not going to take you tonight. I just want to give you pleasure." He crawls back on my bed and looks me in the eyes. "Do you trust me?"
I think about everything. I've only known this man for maybe forty-eight hours but I shock myself because yes I do trust him. He won't do something I don't want to do or that I'm not ready for yet. I give him a nod. His face breaks into a big smile as he takes me by the hips and rolls me onto my tummy. Bending low he whispers, "And you thought you had nothing to give me."
The scent of fruit floods the room. I'll never be able to smell strawberries again without thinking of him and this night. Cool air hits my back as he lifts my nightdress. I'm alright about this and not shy because it isn't like I'm showing him anything really. I have on plain cotton panties underneath. He keeps pulling the gown up rolling it to the back of my head. He takes the wadded up material and starts to pull it over my head. I raise up so he can.
The first contact with his touch is enough to make me gasp out loud enough he has to remind me to be quiet. The liquid in his hands is warm and silky. Rough fingertips glide down my back and goosebumps pop out all over my body. I've never had anyone touch me the way he is right now. It feels so good, the things he is doing to me, that I can't hold back the moans that slip out even though I am trying to be quiet for him.
His fingers sweep lower and my eyes, which I wasn't aware of drifting closed, pop open. He brushes my underwear down lower and lower with every caress down.
"Angel, can I take these down so I can reach more of you?" I hesitate for no more than a moment before I am raising my hips to help him take them down leaving them around my ankles. His hands massage the globes of my ass and my nerves are glowing from all the new sensations and caresses.
"You have a beautiful body, Paige." His hands glide down my legs and back up. All I can do in response is give him a long moan. "It tempts a man to do bad things to you. You
try to hide it under sweaters and loose clothing but a body this beautiful isn't meant to be hidden, Paige."
"I...," how do I tell him I don't want to attract that much attention to myself.
"Need someone to protect you when you do show it off. I am well aware of the reasons you've stayed hidden but baby I'm here now and I won't let anyone come near you. No one but me." He bends over me to place a kiss in the middle of my back causing me to suck in a gasp at the delicious feel of him.
His hands round over my shoulders and dip down low in the front but not low enough to touch anything but the top part of my cleavage. He doesn't stop though and when he moves my arms out so he can slide his masterful fingers around the sides of my body I know the night just got more intense. He skims the sides of my breasts, moving around the outside edges and back away like a sexy bird flitting close but never landing. I moan and wiggle under him, asking for something I don't understand how to put into words.
He lays his lips on my ear and breaths into my ear "Roll over."
My eyes are back open and I hesitate for real this time. If I roll over he's going to see everything. My naked breasts and my bare pussy are all going to be on display for him. That really should not make me as worked up as it does but I am so there. I take my nightgown and roll with it covering me.
He goes to work on my legs not saying a word about me covering myself. "When you are ready to show me you'll let me see, and if that's not tonight I am okay with that too." He comes to my mouth for a kiss but doesn't linger long leaving me wanting. My body is practically thrumming with need and want. His hands slipping up under the edge of my gown is the last tease I can stand and I pull the gown off of me so he can have access to all of me.
"Liam," God, I wouldn't recognize my own voice with how low and lust-filled it is.
"Yes, angel?" Damn, I don't know what to ask for. I stare into his eyes wanting him to understand me without me having to struggle for the words. "Do you want me to rub you everywhere, Paige? Is that what you want? Do you want me to make you feel so good, angel, that you start to think you just can't take anymore and might explode."
Fuck, I'm already there. "Yes, Liam, yes. You can do anything you want to me." My whisper is loud and he puts is oil-drenched finger over my lips to remind me of the need for quiet. I'm not sure what my mom would do if she found Liam in my bedroom and I don't want to find out either.
His hand glides up to cup the underside of my breasts, squeezing and tugging until I can't keep my legs still anymore. His other hand travels down lower than where he was kneading my lower stomach and at the first touch of his fingers on my sensitive outer lips my hips jerk up off the bed.
"You're amazing, Paige, so responsive and in urgent need of what I can give you. But only me, right? Tell me it will always be only me, lover."
"Only you. No one else." His fingers never dip into my waiting pussy and it drives me crazy.
"Say my name, little one. Tell me I am the only one and say my name when you tell me."
I think my back might be in a permanent arch as I huff out the words he wants me to say."God, it's only you Liam. I only want you. Liam, please, please I only ever want you, Liam."
"Tell me I can do anything I want to with your beautiful body. Anything my devious mind can think up."
"Yes, you can do anything."
Before I can take my next gasped for breath he has my leg thrown up over his shoulder and he's studying my pussy intently. I wonder what he's about to do but I don't have to wonder for long because he slowly slides down the bed on his stomach until his face is right in front of my wet slit.
"There's a reason I didn't spread you open and finger fuck the hell out of you. I wanted nothing on your skin when I took my first taste of you." He dips his face and the tip of his tongue comes out to dive in between my puffy barrier getting to the heart of the place I ache.
He splits me apart with his fingers and sucks and licks and nibbles all around my vulnerable flesh. I never knew beards could be so soft like the brush of fur against my quivering inner skin. He pushes his tongue against my swollen nub and my body tightens like I'm going to break if something doesn't let up soon.
He finally slides a finger in my tight virginal hole and stops just short of pushing through my hymen. He turns his touch up and finds a spot that has me losing touch with reality.
He might not be the real Santa but he is definitely taking me somewhere magical with his mouth and hands as his other hand travels up to give a gentle twist to my nipple. My body tightens into a coil waiting to snap and when his tongue pushes one more time over the hard bud of my clit it's the last little thing I need to send me flying. Thank God his hand comes further up and covers my mouth because I scream into his palm and shove my hips up into his talented hands. He kisses back up my body and takes my mouth with his. I can taste myself and the oil on his lips and tongue and even though it should disgust me it kind of turns me on. It's the last thought I have before my heavy eyes drift shut nestled in my Santa's arms.
When I wake up the next morning he's gone. I'm still naked and the room still smells of strawberries. He didn't leave a note or say goodbye but he did leave another present. This one was on my pillow where he laid his head last night. It was tiny and when I opened it I couldn't hold back the gasp. Inside a velvet box was a little angel necklace with matching earrings. The angel was so tiny and well done and even the chain it hangs on is delicate. There was a card that smelled like him. All that was written on it were the words, TO MY ANGEL in big bold handwriting.
It made me have to rush to wake my mom and Mel up and make everyone breakfast before I made everyone late. The entire time I am sitting in class the only thing I can think of is Liam. What he did this morning, how his day is going, did he like what happened between us last night? Was he as satisfied as I was last night? I don't think he got off so maybe he was less satisfied with things? It's a good thing today is our last day of school for a while because I'm so distracted I don't see Nicole until too late.
"Are you fucking Liam Owens?" the guilty stain of red on my cheeks gives me away. "Oh my god, you are? What a whore? I mean I know you're poor but selling your body to keep your mom and sister from getting kicked out on Christmas is so low."
What is she even talking about? "My mom and sister aren't getting kicked out. What are you even saying? And I didn't sleep with him for money or whatever you think happened."
The smile she gives me makes my blood run cold. She is taking delight in this, she grins like someone who just found something fun to do for the next few hours. "Oh, you poor thing. You don't know, do you? My dad does business with the owner of the apartment building you live in, such a dump." She says it as an aside to the crowd that is gathering around us. "And he says right after Christmas they're going to kick everyone out and tear it down. I thought someone sleeping with him would know, its Liam's company that's going to do the work. So I guess you are kind of sleeping with him to save your precious mommy and sister."
He never said a word about tearing down the building me and mom and Mel live in.
"Oh and word on the street is, you're mom's getting shit-canned at the beginning of next year. My daddy is golf buddies with someone on the board of directors where she works. You should have just walked away and left Liam to me. Do you really think he's going to want you when you're homeless and starving to death?"
I back up but the crowd is too thick and I can't find an opening to run from all of the awful things she is saying to me. Last night was so special to me. Why didn't he tell me? Why didn't he say something about what was happening?
Nicole loses her smile when the crowd parts and Liam steps into the circle with us. For a moment hate flares up in my chest that he could do this and not even care what happens to me or my family. My stomach sours with the deep sense of betrayal that pours out of me.
"Paige, come here." His voice is so harsh and cold that a sob escapes out of my mouth before I can fight it back down. He's not looking
at me though; he's looking at a shrinking wide-eyed Nicole. My feet move before my mind can tell them not to. Once I'm close enough to him he can reach out for me he pulls me under his arm.
"Paige's bodyguard informs me you believe that her mother's job is at risk." Nicole gives him innocent wide eyes and opens her mouth to say something but Liam doesn't let her, "Because your father is acquainted with someone on the board of directors, but I'm on that board as well. In fact, I hold the most shares so I have the biggest vote. And I am not 'golfing buddies' with your father."
Nicole gasps like a trout sucking in air and goes white. My mind is struggling to keep up. Wait does that mean my mom works for Liam?
"And yes one of my construction companies did win the bid to demolish and rebuild the building Paige now lives in but that is not going to be a problem for her. Or her mother or sister. Because Paige is going to marry me long before that happens and it would take someone awfully stupid to think that a man like me would let his wife, or her family, live anywhere he couldn't keep them protected from..." he looks Nicole up and down, "all the unpleasantness that shows up like social climbers and people who abuse the system to get what they want." Both mine and Nicole's faces are stunned and pale with what Liam just said for very different reasons, of course.
