by Alexa Riley
“The hospital?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“I want to go home with you.”
“Your family is worried.” I’m sure they have already been told I’m fine. I heard Miller somewhere in the background talking as my face was buried in Frost’s chest. I didn't know what they were saying because it was all in Russian.
“Please.” My fingers tangle into his shirt.
“You don’t need to see a doctor?” He pulls my hands off his shirt to look at my knuckles. I’m kinda proud of the damage I did.
“They drugged me twice and it knocked me out. That’s about it,” I tell him. I can see him trying to control his anger at that admission.
“We’ll go to my place. I’ll have a doctor come by.” That last bit of tension I didn't realize I was holding on to dissipates. I don’t think I’ve ever seen another person go inside his home. I’m sure his brother has, but it’s always Frost who comes over to Pumpkin and Miller’s house, never the other way around.
“It’s Christmas Eve,” I remind him.
“It’s fine,” he says, and I nod.
I’m getting what I want, which is to be with him.
His hands cup my face. “I’m so sorry.” He pulls my face to him as he ever so gently places a soft kiss on my cheek.
This only makes me cry more. “I’m sorry too. I never should have run from you.”
“It was good for me, kiska. I enjoy catching you.”
“I don’t know how anyone says you’re so cold. You’ve never been that way with me and my family.”
“You walked into my life and all that coldness melted away.”
“You’re just saying corny, sappy stuff to make me smile.” It makes me smile so big my face almost hurts.
“Da, my kiska. It makes you smile, so I’ll keep doing it.”
“Frost.” I sniff, shifting against him, and then I let out a small gasp when I feel his hard cock pressing against me.”
“Ignore it. It’s not the time and it’s my normal reaction to seeing you. I have no control of my cock if you’re anywhere near. Even if someone says your name, I harden.”
That makes me smile again as I continue. “Frost, I think I’m in love with you.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but instead of letting him speak, I kiss him. I don’t want him saying it back because he feels like he has to. I also don’t want him to say that my emotions might be getting the best of me right now. They might be, but I know I’m in love with him. It’s why I was scared to get closer. I knew that if I let myself, I could fall so deep I might never return. But after all of this, it doesn’t scare me anymore.
I’m ready to jump headfirst because there’s no return now. There’s only him.
Chapter 14
Frost
“And you’re certain she’s all right?” I ask the doctor as I look over at Cookie on the bed.
“I’ll run the blood sample through the lab, but the initial tests only indicate he used a strong sedative.” She lets out a breath and shakes her head. “It was concentrated, and too much more could have been fatal.”
I crack my knuckles at my side and wish I would have been able to get my hands on any of the three of them. But I don’t regret my decision to choose Cookie over vengeance. My anger would never be sated against those who tried to hurt her.
Miller handled it, and he said it was better if I didn’t know the details. I trust my brother with my life, and if he tells me to not ask questions, I won’t. The feds took care of Chel and our mother, and as far as I know, our father too. He was involved, and if his behavior outside of the church was any indication, he was about to sing like a songbird on the three of them.
“She needs rest and fluids for the next couple of days, but I’d say she’ll be feeling normal after a good night’s sleep. Call me if you need anything.” The doctor sees herself out as I watch Cookie’s family sitting on the bed with her, talking.
Pumpkin is stretched out beside her sister as Miller sits on the edge, holding Pumpkin’s hand. Their mother is on the bed with her, too, fussing over her hair and the blankets.
Their father Winter has been watching closely and listening to the doctor. After she leaves, he comes over to my side. To my surprise, he pulls me in for a tight hug, and it takes me a moment before I can relax and hug him back.
“Thank you, son,” he says, and I close my eyes. “Thank you for saving my girl.”
“I’m sorry she was in this situation because of me.” A part of me knows that it wasn’t my fault, but I think I will always carry guilt.
“It doesn’t matter,” Winter says as he releases me and pats my back. “You got her home safe to us and that’s what counts.”
I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear those words until he said them, and now I feel as if a weight has been lifted.
“Thank you,” Rose says, and I didn’t realize she’d come over to where we’re standing. Now it’s her turn to hug me, and it’s warm and comforting like I always imagined a mother’s embrace to be. She kisses me on my cheek, and I feel so warmed by her affection. “We’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
I nod, clearing my throat and standing up. I’m not sure what else to say, but I’m so overcome with emotions I’m afraid to speak.
“I’ll help Pumpkin with everything, so make sure that stubborn one over there rests. I’m so happy we’ll have Christmas morning together.” She places her hand on my cheek where she kissed me, and she and Winter leave the room.
“Thank you,” Pumpkin says, giving me a quick hug and following her parents out. I don’t think she was willing to admit how scared she was either, and I know that taking Miller with me must have been awful for her. I’m just thankful everything went according to plan.
When Pumpkin is gone, Miller comes close and whispers to me, “It’s strange having a family.”
“Da,” I agree as we watch them leave.
“It’s a good strange.” He smiles at me before he follows his wife out of the room, and I’m left alone with Cookie.
When I close the door behind them, I think about how right he is. We’ve never had a real family before, and although it’s different, it feels good. I turn my eyes on Cookie, who is cuddling in the bed, and she smiles at me as she holds her hands up, reaching for me to come closer.
There is nothing I would ever deny her, including myself.
“I told you I was fine,” she says when I sit on the edge of the bed next to her and take her hands in mine.
“You also told me that you were in love with me.” She blushes, tucking her chin, but I place my finger under it so she meets my eyes. “Do you not think that I love you?” I stroke my thumb along her jaw. “How could I not love you, kiska?” I lean forward and place a soft kiss on her lips. “How could I not utterly and completely worship you until my last breath?”
“Frost,” she says quietly as she places her hands on either side of my face.
“I love you and will love you for always.” This time when I kiss her, it’s possessive and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.
“I need you,” she moans, slipping her hands between my legs and stroking the length of my cock that’s growing down my thigh.
“You’re supposed to rest.” I rub my nose against hers and fight the painful desire that burns inside me.
“I promise to be very still.” She smiles and kisses me, and I’m only so strong.
“You make me weak.” I pull back the covers to reveal her simple cotton nightgown that is more erotic than the finest lace and silk.
“Isn’t that a good thing?” She moves to lie down on the bed and spreads her legs, revealing her bare cunt.
“You are a siren that calls to my soul.” I strip off my clothes quickly and crawl between her thighs, kissing my way to her center. “You own me, kiska.”
When my mouth covers her pussy, her back arches, and I hold her down. “You promised to be very still,” I growl as I lick between her lips and suck
on her clit.
“Frost!” she squeals when I push two fingers inside of her and curl them against the sensitive place inside her.
“So sweet,” I hum, grinding my face against her.
With the undulation of my fingers and the caress of my tongue, her climax comes quickly, but I help it linger. She pulses around me and against my mouth as her body gives over to the pleasure.
I moan with need, rubbing my bare cock against the cool sheets of the bed, begging for relief.
“Inside me,” she breathes with closed eyes, tugging on my hair to get me to stop. When I don’t move, she opens her eyes and locks her gaze with mine. “I love you, Frost. I need you inside me.”
I curse in Russian and kiss my way up her body, pulling the front of her nightgown down to expose her bare breasts.
She arches up as my mouth descends on her nipples, and I greedily suck them one at a time. The peaks are tender and soft as I devour them, needing her in my mouth while she writhes on my cock.
The crown of my cock presses against her wet folds as her hands move between us to guide my shaft. She holds the long length steady as I slowly ease my way into her virgin opening, steady and strong.
She strokes me as I push each inch into her tight channel and I grip the pillow on either side of her head to keep from thrusting hard. I don’t want to hurt her, even as she demands I move faster.
“More,” she moans, and I feel her pussy stretch tight around me.
“Slow down,” I growl through gritted teeth.
She rolls her hips up, stealing another inch even as I feel her innocence break around my cock. Her breath catches, and her eyes squeeze shut, but still she strokes my cock.
“Kiska,” I moan, so close to the edge that I know I’m going to spill before I’m fully seated inside her.
“Please, Frost. I want to feel you inside me.” Her little moan in the back of her throat has me losing control.
Without permission, my cock surges forward, and her pussy is snug around me. I bury my face in her neck as I try to hold on, but as she wraps her legs around me, I can’t.
My big body is heavy on top of hers as I thrust and cum. I can’t stop this base impulse and I take what I want from her body.
Her nails dig into my back as she squeezes me close, and her pleasure sparks my own. She climaxes around my cock and I thrust, filling her pussy with my cum. Together we are coated in our releases and we become slippery in our shared desire. The sound of my cock fucking into her is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
“I love you.” I thrust and thrust and whisper it to her as my cock never softens. Another orgasm builds in my balls, and she steals it from me with her magic cunt.
I’m a slave to her desire, and she is forever my goddess as I worship at the altar of her pleasure. Over and over I give myself to her, binding our love and our lives. I pray that a baby takes hold and she is bound to me in every way. There is nothing else I want in this world than for her to be at my side.
“Mine.” I grip her ass and hold myself deep and make the claim. She opens her legs and nods, giving me what I want as I finish once again inside of her.
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Chapter 15 Cookie
I lie on my side staring out the window. I’m wrapped in Frost’s arms as I watch the snow fall. I can’t remember it ever snowing on Christmas before. As crazy and scary as the last few days have been, I’d do it again if it got me here. I close my eyes, and as I snuggle close, I know this Christmas is going to be the best one yet.
“If we made a baby girl last night,” I say and then laugh as he rubs his nose against my neck, “or this morning, I want to name her Snow.”
We made love countless times last night and in the wee hours of the dawn. I can’t imagine how I’m going to be able to walk today, but once again, it was all worth it.
He turns me to face him, and my hands rest against his chest. “Anything you want, kiska,” he says before kissing me deeply and leaving me breathless. “I’ll make the coffee. If we don’t get out of bed, I’m going to be inside of you for the rest of the day,” he growls hungrily, grabbing my ass. “And I’m thinking your parents would not be pleased.”
I huff, knowing he’s right. He kisses me once more before he stands and stretches. I stare at his naked body and love how sexy and hard he is. My eyes drop to his cock, and I smirk. Truly he’s hard all over. I lick my lips and think about wrapping them around the end of his aching shaft.
“Kiska,” he warns, and I blink.
“Sorry!” I hop from the bed and rush into the bathroom as I hear him cursing in Russian.
“You have five minutes,” he tells me. “I want you to open your gift before we go.”
I pull the bathroom door open. “You got me a gift?”
“Hurry and you’ll find out.”
I brush my teeth and make it out of the bathroom in record time before I look around for the bag Mom brought me. I know she put my Christmas pajamas in there, and although It was pointless to put them on last night, I want to wear them today.
When I go into the closet, the lights come on, instantly revealing the breathtaking sight. His closet is bigger than my bedroom. Or I guess it’s my old bedroom now. Frost hasn't come out and asked me if I’ll move in, but he did at one point say we’re never going to bed without each other again. And I’m guessing we won’t be crashing at Mom and Dad’s house.
I step farther inside, and my hand goes to my mouth in shock. I can clearly see which side of the closet is his and which is mine. Mine isn't as full as his, but I’m still surprised to see that there are clothes in here for me. I can see the tags on them…and I see shoes too. I can’t with this man, I love him so freaking much.
I see the bag my mom brought, and I take out my pajamas and put them on. I could get lost in this space, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.
When I get downstairs, I enter the kitchen and see he already has my coffee waiting. I run my hand across the thick white countertop of the island. I love the look of this kitchen. I’m not sure what I thought the place was going to look like, but this warm space that’s filled with colors takes me by surprise. Everything is updated and modern for the most part, except where he’s left some of the original architecture. This old Victorian house is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“I was wondering what this place looked like on the inside. You never let anyone over here.”
“My brother.”
“Besides your brother.” I roll my eyes.
“It wasn't ready. I was still wrapping up a few projects and getting it ready for you, kiska.” I pause, holding my coffee aloft right before I’m about to take a sip.
“Like the closet? Was that one of the projects?”
“Yes.”
“You were so sure you’d make me fall in love with you?” I lift an eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t have stopped chasing until you did.”
“That’s one of the reasons I love you so much, Frost. You go after what you want, and nothing will stop you. I’m sorry you had to pay for Nathan’s mistakes.”
I sit down on one of the stools at the bar, and he comes over to stand between my legs.
“I enjoyed chasing you.”
“I enjoyed being chased,” I admit. Frost has more than proven he’ll always fight for us.
“You were scared and I understood. You didn't love Nathan, and he managed to damage your heart.” He cups my cheek, and I lean into his hand for a moment before I turn and kiss his palm.
“I was mad at myself,” I say as I look up into his eyes. “I knew Nathan and I weren't going anywhere. I was actually going over there to end it when I walked in on him.” I shake my head, still hating the memory. “Then I saw you, and my first thought was that I would fall so hard I’d never recover. My head got the best of me, and I started thinking about how I would feel if I walked in on you and—” He covers my mouth with his before I can say the words.
“It will never happen,”
he vows.
“I know.” I kiss him softly now as his hands rest on my neck. “This is forever.”
“The first time I saw you all the air left my body and the whole world went quiet,” he says as he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “There was only you and me, and that instant pull scared me. I’ve never been in love, and I didn't grow up in a home where there was love.”
“Frost.” I rest my hands on his chest.
“No more chasing, kiska,” he says, and I nod. “I love you. I want this.”
I never want him to doubt that I love him, and that I’m his in all ways. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for the love he was missing, and I know my family will too.
He leans down and kisses me as his hands go to my hips. He lifts me from the chair and carries me into the living room, where it looks like Christmas exploded.
“Frost!” I squeal with excitement, but I shouldn't be shocked. The Christmas tree is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, and all of it is perfect. Frost put all of this together just for me, and I feel like the most special girl on the planet.
“Think about all the Christmases to come. We will do it bigger with little ones.” He nods as if he’s thinking about it. “We can decorate together and make cookies for Santa.”
My eyes fill with tears at how wonderful that sounds, and when I turn around to kiss him, I see him dropping to one knee. I’m a mess before he can say anything. I burst into tears and fall to my knees in front of him so I can kiss his face. He pulls me into him and rolls us over so he’s pinning me to the floor. It’s a mad dash to get naked as clothes start to fly and then he’s inside of me.
He’s hard and heavy as the frantic need hits both of us, yet there’s always tender love in his eyes. When I climax it’s like Christmas lights bursting while being surrounded by presents. I can’t think of a better way to get proposed to.
