I will get her back for this, probably when she’s over here for dinner later. I’ll have to remember to do it when Frost isn’t around.
“Hey,” Pumpkin says as she comes back into the living room. “You still all grouchy?”
“Yes.” I know I’m pouting like a child, but Natalie is our baby girl, and this is too much. I want her to be four years old again and bouncing on her papa’s knee. Soon she will leave us, and it will break my heart.
“We should have had more children,” she says and touches my cheek.
“Nyet.” I shake my head.
I almost lost Pumpkin during the delivery, and the doctors had to remove her uterus afterwards. It was a decision I never wanted to make, but I did it to save her life. We were lucky that our daughter was perfect and healthy and Pumpkin made it. I don’t need anything beyond that.
“Where is Natalie now?” I look over Pumpkin’s head into the kitchen.
“She went to get more makeup.” I glare down at Pumpkin, and she winks at me.
“You tease me, woman.”
“Da.” She nods, and I grab her ass.
“You do this so that I will punish you.”
“Da.” She nods again.
“You know what happens when you speak Russian.” I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
“Oh, very much, da.”
She squeals when I slap her ass and carry her into the bedroom.
“You are doing this to distract me from my anger. But I will allow it because it ends with my face in your cunt.”
“Lucky me,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“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.
* * *
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.