Fall Into Love, page 9
“Then lie back and spread your legs. I want to start as I intend to finish.”
She lifts her dress, and I get on the bed with her. When I pull her panties to the side, I rub my nose between her folds and inhale her scent before I lick the same path and suck on her clit. She’s warm and wet and so needy. She puts her hand on the back of my head and holds me there as I savor her pussy.
The longer we are together, the more she demands her satisfaction, and I crave it. When she tells me she wants my cock, I’m at attention and waiting to pleasure her. When she tells me she needs my mouth, I fall to my knees. She is my queen and my light, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy.
“Inside me,” she says, pulling me away from her pussy.
I thrust into her with a long, hard stroke, and we both moan at the connection. Sixteen years later and it’s still perfect every time we join.
“I love you,” she breathes, pulling me closer.
“And I love you, krasota,” I tell her as I cover her body with mine and we make love.
Later, when I’m holding her, I’ll close my eyes and say a prayer of thanks that I found my soul mate. My life had not begun until the day I met her.
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THE END!
His Christmas Cookie
BY ALEXA RILEY
Pumpkin is on a plane back home for Thanksgiving when the man beside her becomes the jerk nobody wants to sit beside. When a dark and handsome Russian comes to her rescue and makes the sleazy neighbor switch seats, she’s forever in his debt.
Miller wasn’t planning on coming back to Texas this soon, but an emergency lands him on a commercial flight with a woman that he can’t keep his eyes off of.
Will this chance meeting change their lives forever? It’s Thanksgiving…and anything can happen!
Warning: Kick your feet up on Turkey Day and escape those family judgments with a little romance.
Chapter 1
COOKIE
I stare out the window of my sister's gorgeous Victorian home, but I’d never admit to her that I think the one next door is prettier. Nor would I tell the owner.
Her white Christmas lights shine in the dark to reveal the snow as it falls. I can hear her behind me humming as she decorates the house for Christmas. Some people might call this extra. She’s always changing and adding to the decorations, but I don’t blame her. This is her home now and where she’ll start growing her own family.
So many things have changed in such a short amount of time, but I know my sister is happy. In fact, I think she’s the happiest she’s ever been. She’s not only mine anymore, she belongs to Miller now. I hear her giggle behind me, and I don’t have to turn around and look to know it’s something Miller is doing to her. The man can’t keep his hands off her, and it’s sweet to watch her turn the giant Russian into sweet cotton candy.
I glance over to Frost’s house and see all the lights are off. Completely black. I hate that I wonder where he’s at and what he’s doing. I came over to see my sister, not to check out what Frost is up to. He's as cold as his name, except for when his eyes land on me.
I’ve seen him in action a few times when he didn't know I was there. I’d catch him on a call or hear him arguing with his brother over something. He’d see me, and his face would go soft, but I wasn't buying it. He wants into my pants, and he knows that I would never go for his frosty cold shoulder. No pun intended.
I’m facing the window and trying to peer closer into his house when I see a hand come up from behind me and land on the window frame. I stand still as another hand comes up on the other side, and I’m caged in. I feel the heat off Frost's body from behind me, but I don’t turn around. My heart speeds up, and I try to stay calm as I feel his warm breath on my neck.
“Were you looking for me?” His accent is thick, and his voice is so low it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Why did I wear it up tonight?
“Watching the snow,” I lie as I try to make my tone bored.
I suck in a deep breath when I feel his nose graze my neck. My body lights up more than the Christmas tree, and I close my eyes. How does he do that to me? Even with my ex, there was never heat like this.
“You always smell so sweet. Is it just you or something you wear?”
“It’s called soap. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”
He lets out a deep chuckle, and it surprises me. “I’ve given you time.”
“Time?” I ask, pretending to not understand.
“To play your little games. Your time is running out.”
* * *
“I’m not playing any games.” I think it would be dangerous to play any games with a man like Frost.
He pushes into me, and I feel his hard cock press against my ass. Without instruction, I lean back against him and into his muscled body.
“Still think you’re not playing a game?” He might be right, but it’s unintentional.
I turn around in the cage he’s made with his arms and look up at him. He’s so handsome but not my type. He’s also rich, which isn’t it either. Been there, done that. I learned from my mistakes, or I at least I’ve tried to.
“I'm seeing someone.” I raise my chin in stubborn defiance.
“Nyet.” His “no” is quick, and I watch his face harden as he gives me the Frost everyone else talks about. “I’ve not been told.”
“And how would you know about my dating life?” I lift a brow in question.
Why am I trying to poke the beast? He’s my brother-in-law, though, so don’t we get to make jabs at each other every now and then? This is what our family does, though what Frost wants with me isn’t familial at all.
“I’d know,” he grits out.
For some reason I believe that he would. I think he knows most things. The crush I have on him is one of those things. Why can’t he leave it alone? We could end up hurting more than each other in the end.
“I’m in a relationship with myself.” He stares at me with a confused look on his face, and I almost want to laugh. “I don’t date. Period.” I need to find my place in life.
“You are still hung up on him?”
“You ask the question as if you already know who he is. When it’s none of your business.” I’m not hung up on my ex. I’m more mad at myself than anything. I missed the signs right in front of my face.
I still question my decisions because of him, and I hate that. Or maybe I should be thankful. I’ve learned to protect myself and that the world isn’t all fairy tales like some girls dream of. Sometimes you get burned, though I think being burned by Frost might make it worth it.
The problem is I can’t have my fun and be done. Now that his brother and my sister are married, he’ll always be around. Then I really would get hurt. Hell, right now thinking about him with another woman eats me up inside. What would happen to me when we were done? I’m not sure I could come back from that.
* * *
“I know everything when it comes to you, Cookie.” His head drops, and I think he’s going to kiss me.
I even prepare myself for the impact even though I hope it doesn’t happen. I should be pushing him away as his nose runs along my neck. He takes a deep breath and inhales me before placing a kiss on my throat.
When he raises his head, he locks eyes with mine. “Tick tock.”
He leaves the room and takes his warmth with him. That’s when I truly feel the frost.
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Cozy
Timber Grayson likes living alone in his castle far from people and crowds. So when a company wants to use his place for some corporate party, it’s a flat-out no. That’s until she comes knocking...and suddenly he’s changing his "no people" rule.
Pippa Michaels has been recruited by her sister Myra to get a castle secured for an event space. Pippa would do anything for her, but after meeting the hulking lumberjack, she’s having second thoughts. When Timber tells her she can have it if she stays for the duration of the planning, she’s making promises she’s not sure she can keep.
Warning: Cuddle your cute butt up with this billionaire recluse who chops wood with his bare hands. Once he meets Pippa there’s no going back...but you wouldn’t want him to anyway! Get ready because things are getting cozy. See what we did there?
Dedicated to persistence and love…
Thank you for giving us the courage to have both.
Chapter One
PIPPA
“Sooo.” Myra drags out the word to get my full attention.
I gaze up at my sister who’s still dressed to kill. I don’t know how she does it. Every morning she gets up, does her hair and makeup and puts on a kickass suit or dress and rolls around in heels like they’re slippers. I look at her now with her blond waves up and not a hair out of place. Her makeup from this morning is still flawless and you’d have no idea the woman ran her butt off at work all day. Myra is one of the hardest working people I’ve ever met in my life, but too bad she has a jerk of a boss that has no clue how much she does. He works her too hard.
I heard her come in a few minutes ago, but when she first gets home I always give her a moment to unwind. But this time she comes straight to the living room to find me and her “sooo” puts me a little on edge. Something is up.
“So?” I prompt her to continue because I know she wants something from me.
She’s acting as though whatever it is she wants me to do, I'm not going to say yes. When it comes to my older sister there isn't anything I wouldn't do for her. She’s more than a sister to me; more often than not she slips into the mother role. We’re only seven years apart but for as long as I can remember she was the one who took care of me. She graduated top of her class in college while working all the way through. She made sure the bills were always paid so the power wouldn't get turned off on us because we all knew Mom wasn't going to do it. Our mom wasn't there most of the time anyway and it was always Myra and me. She’s the one person I can always count on and if there’s ever anything I can do for her, I will. Without question.
On my eighteenth birthday we were out of my mom's apartment the second I opened my eyes. That morning Myra pulled me from my bed and packed our bags. She already had us a place and we were leaving the past behind. That was over two years ago and it’s been just the two of us since.
“I need a favor.” She steps out of her heels as she says it and lets out a soft sigh.
“I’ll do it.” I put my knitting needles down to give her my full attention.
I’m almost done with the mittens, and unlike my sister, I'm not a busy body. She constantly needs to be moving and doing something while I could sit on the sofa all day and knit. At the moment it’s because I have four applications in for jobs and I’m waiting to hear back from one of them. There isn't anything else for me to do, so why not pass the time crafting winter accessories?
Her shoulders drop and her lips purse. “Don’t agree to things before you know what they are,” she scolds. I do have a bad habit of agreeing to do just about anything. If someone asks me to do something, I can’t help myself. I’m always eager to help my sister, as long as it isn’t against the law.
“If it’s you asking, I know it’s fine.” She gives me a smile and I can tell she’s tired. “Sit.”
I move my knitting stuff and pat the sofa next to me. Our very nice sofa at that. When Myra graduated from college she got offered a job at Cox Investment. She went in to interview to be a secretary but somehow she ended up getting the job of executive assistant to the CEO, Mr. Cox. I’ve never met the man but he keeps my sister busy. I swear the man never wants her to come home. He’s always trying to keep her at the office, and then other times I think he’s trying to get her to quit. I swear I don’t know if he likes her or hates her. Men. This is why I stay away from them. It probably doesn't help I saw way too much of my mom’s dating life growing up and I’ve decided dating isn't for me. What is for me is knitting.
Myra sits down next to me, letting out a long sigh. “He’s asked me to do the impossible.” She drops back onto the sofa.
“I don’t believe there is a thing you can’t do.” I raise an eyebrow at my sister. The woman is unstoppable. I wish I had half her drive. She’s always known what she wants and goes for it. I’m a drifter who sort of lets things happen. My job applications range from vet tech to working in a library. I have no idea what I want to do in life, I just know it’s not working in a restaurant. The poor owner of 68 Diner tried me as hostess, server, busser, dishwasher, and even doing some prep cooking. I failed at them all because high-stress situations and I do not mix well. I explode under pressure and make things ten times worse. When too many things are on my plate I fold like a cheap chair.
“The party.” She closes her eyes for a second. “Mr. Cox picked a venue that I can’t get. I’ve tried a dozen times to talk to the owner of the estate but he won’t take my calls and I’ve been stonewalled.”
Now I know the problem. My sister has a little bit of the same problem I do with saying no, but hers is only with her boss. If Mr. Cox asks her to do something she always comes through. Always. She doesn't want to go back to him and tell him she can't get something he asked for.
“Why won’t they talk to you?” I’m sure Mr. Cox would spend whatever amount of money he needs to in order to lock down the venue he wants. My sister throws a handful of parties a year for his company and they’re never small. The events are extravagant and I could tell money wasn't a thought when they were pulled together, but if you’re Mr. Cox I guess money is never a thought.
“The owner apparently doesn't like people.” Myra shakes her head. I want to laugh because Myra doesn't like people either but she pretends to because it comes with her job. I love people. I might not want a man but I always enjoy company.
“He doesn't like money either?” I tease. I don’t want to know what she’s offered already. I still cringe sometimes at how nice our place is. It’s so different from how we grew up. With Myra’s fancy job came a fancy condo and a fat paycheck each week. At least I’m guessing it’s big because we no longer struggle like we once did.
“He’s got his own.” She rolls her eyes.
“You want me to talk to him?” She’s actually had me do this for her a few times when she can’t get someone to bend to whatever it is she needs to be done. That’s when she sends me in.
“Maybe.” She gives me a pleading look.
Myra is convinced I have a way about getting things I want. She said it’s why I didn't get canned from the diner sooner. People have a hard time telling me no. Actually I don’t think I got fired from the diner. I took pity on the owner and stopped showing up to do everyone a favor. Myra often jokes it’s my dimples, that when I flash a smile people melt. I think I’m just good at talking to people and it comes easily to me.
“Give me the address.” I pick up my phone off the coffee table as she goes for hers to text me.
She nods when my phone pings and says, “Look at this place.” She shows me a picture. She flips through a bunch of them and my eyes widen.
“Wow.” I stare at the breathtaking stone castle in wonder. It’s beautiful but a little bit creepy with some of the overgrown ivy that goes up the sides. I could see the appeal of having a party there. The castle has a history to it and I’m dying to know what it looks like inside.
“I guess the owner is a recluse and doesn't like people, from what I’ve found out.” Oh, I’m sure Myra has done all the digging.
“How do you think I’m going to get past those gates?” I ask.
Sure I can talk to the guy, but the bigger problem looks like getting to him. A giant stone wall protects the home and no one is getting in without being let in.
“Flash those dimples to the guard at the gate.”
“Okay.” I shrug. I’ll give it a shot. What’s the worst that could happen?
Chapter Two
TIMBER
“Excuse me, Mr. Grayson, there’s someone at the gate.”
I sink the axe into the wood one last time before I turn to face Simon. Sweat rolls down my face and I use my forearm to wipe my brow. I feel the dirt and bits of wood abrade my skin, but I ignore it.
The sun is beating down on me and I feel the sting on my shoulders and back. It doesn’t feel like October because the slight chill in the air isn’t enough to cool me down. I probably shouldn’t have taken off my shirt, but I got so damn hot I soaked through it within seconds of working.
I admit, though, that maybe it has less to do with the temperature outside and more to do with my size. I’m not in the best of shape, but when my parents named me Timber they must have known I’d grow into it. I’m tall and solid like a sequoia with strong arms and legs. I can chop wood and haul lumber all day long, but I’ll never have a six-pack to show for it. I’m heavy when I walk and can’t run a mile, but I can bend a crowbar in half and lift a car if I need to.
“Who is it?” I grumble as I walk over to the nearby trough of water.
Leaning over the huge basin, I use both hands to splash my body and clear the dirt off of me. I scrub my beard, and I’m reminded that I need to give it a trim at some point. I’ve been working on clearing out a section of my land and I’ve been putting it off for too long.
“A young lady by the name of Pippa Michaels.”
I grunt as I splash more water on my chest. The cool air has chilled the water and it feels good. “Don’t know her.” I’ve never heard the name in my life.
Simon lets out a small chuckle like it’s a private joke. “Neither do I, but she was very persuasive, so I’ve asked her to wait in the lounge. I think you should speak to her.”
