Taken On The Holidays Page 4

  “I hope you’re hungry,” Maggie’s mother said as they gathered around the dining room table. “After dinner, we’ll open our gifts.”

  “Oh, about that,” Maggie said, “I’m not expecting anything, since you all had no idea I would be here.”

  The food was delicious, and just as Maggie expected it to be on Christmas Eve. She especially loved her mother’s homemade cranberry sauce and realized just how much she missed it. All the old habits and rituals and traditions came flooding back.

  Her mother handed her the mashed potatoes, and she plopped two scoops over the cranberry sauce just like she had been doing since she could do it.

  For Maggie, there was safety in tradition and especially in the Christmas traditions her family had forged. It was calming. So what if it took a couple years away to truly appreciate that? She knew it meant more when she realized this for herself rather than be told it.

  She studied Adam out the corner of her eye. He had played her along the whole way. He’d been planning to visit Bender’s Peak the whole time, and yet he had the gall to charge her, though she had still not handed over the three hundred dollars.

  He caught her staring at him and winked.

  The fact that he seemed so sure of himself infuriated her, not that she could blame him—he was more than just eye candy.

  After dinner, they relaxed on the sofa in front of the fire. Adam stayed for one glass of eggnog and then said he was going to call it a night, as it had been a long day and as just as long a night last night.

  Maggie smiled faintly. She said nothing, wishing her sisters misconstrue his meaning.

  The women watched in astonishment as he rushed out the door wearing only the T-shirt and jeans.

  “That man is insane,” Maggie’s mother said. “He’s going to catch his death out there.”

  “I doubt it, Mom,” Fiona said.

  “I don’t know,” their mother said, shaking her head.

  “Nah, he’s too hot,” Annie said, eyeing Maggie with a sly grin.

  “Well, anyway, let’s open some gifts,” their mother said.

  Maggie gifts to the three and was surprised that all three had gifts for her.

  “How did you know I would be here?” she asked, fearing tears were forming in her eyes, her hands trembling as she tore at the merry wrapping paper.

  “They were the gifts you would have gotten tow years ago before you stopped coming. We decided to save them for you.”

  “I hope you like old phones,” Fiona said.

  Maggie couldn’t hold back the tears of happiness; they poured down her cheeks in front of the hissing and crackling fire, Elvis’s “Silent Night” playing softly in the background, the wind and snow of the outside world beat soothingly against the windows.

  The warmth of the cabin was making her sleepy, so she decided to call it a night. She planned to go skating tomorrow, after realizing she hadn’t been on ice for a couple years. She promised herself she would be on that ice tomorrow even if she had to shovel the snow off herself.

  She wondered if Adam knew how to skate. She bet he did. He was probably also awesome and went snowboarding and skiing, too.

  When she was small, her parents enrolled her in figure skating lessons every winter until she was a teenager. She wondered if Adam knew how to figure skate.

  She put on her flannel pajamas and crawled underneath the covers.

  Fifteen minutes passed and she felt the heat, like she was in an oven. She wondered if she had some mild form of frostbite that might be causing that burning sensation.

  First she threw away the comforter and then another blanket. She cracked a window open, but the heat would not go away.

  She knew that the only way to cool down was to go outside into the storm.

  Chapter Seven

  He’d built a quinzhee. A saucer sled served as his door.

  The dogs were nearby in their nests. They looked up at her for a moment, before licking their lips and going back to sleep.

  Maggie tapped on plastic.

  She was ready to push the door away when it occurred to her that Fiona or Annie could be in there at this moment screwing Adam. Hell, even her mother could be in there.

  No matter, better to find out now. If a sister was in there, she was ready to say that she thought she heard something through her window.

  She removed the plastic door a bit and peeked inside.

  “Hey, you—sleeping?” She looked around. It was cool inside, not warm but not cold if she wore a sweater. She wasn’t wearing a sweater, just her pajamas and boots. There was a soft light coming off the mobile heater.

  “What are you doing?” he murmured looking up at her from his sleeping bag.

  “You said that if you were freezing to death I’d have to have sex with you.”

  “I’m not freezing to death.” He collapsed back into his pillow.

  “And how was I supposed to know that?”

  “Because if I was freezing to death you’d have heard my screams. What is it with you and waking me up in the middle of the night?”

  “It’s hardly the middle of the night. It’s like ten.”

  “Well, come in if you’re coming in,” he said.

  She crawled into the space, shut the door and kicked of her boots and then crawled into the sleeping bag with him.

  Her jaw dropped when she found him naked underneath, his flesh hot to the touch. Her body exploded with a quiver of delight as she brushed against his hard frame. She lay over him and then straddled him.

  “Take me—”

  He tore her flannel pajama top open. The buttons scattered and her breasts were exposed. He was lying on his back, his stiff cock poking her buttock.

  He cupped her soft warm breasts into his hands and fondled them, squeezing the mounds of flesh before pinching, teasing her nipples hard with desire.

  He swallowed. “I’ve been dreaming about tasting you all day,” he murmured.

  She hadn’t noticed—until now. She could see it in his eyes, the deepness of his hunger for her, his desire made her heart race as she felt herself getting wet. She scrambled out of her bottoms as Adam’s big, powerful hands explored her body as if he was gripping her soft trembling flesh, scared she’d vanish.

  It was his heat that intoxicated her most. The sound of the wind and snow outside fell away inside their heavy breathing and unfocused moaning.

  She gasped when he slipped a finger into her slit’ she hadn’t been expecting him at that moment.

  “You are wet, babe,” he whispered, swallowing. With both hands, he took a hold of her thighs to guide her over him so she could ride him, but she wanted to taste him too, and feel him lose control as she took him with her mouth.

  “I want to suck you.”

  He said nothing and with her hands on his chest she slid down to his groin. He smelled like sweet cider and cedar. She kissed his stomach and then licked his skin, his heat and scent made her mouth water.

  She inhaled when she saw his throbbing cock, swollen red and bulging, eager for her touch, for her lips. Maggie could not take her eyes off it. It was the first cock she’d seen in a while and a new passion hissed inside her at the thought of how wonderfully his member would complement her every desire.

  He squeezed the base of his shaft.

  Maggie teased the head, lightly massaging with her tongue the skin under the crown, as she stroked the shaft, the feeling of the soft skin moving up and down the shaft of his cock, thrilled her. His cock seemed to keep growing.

  Adam sighed and let go of himself, allowing Maggie to have her way.

  She could already taste his precum.

  “I’m going to come,” he murmured.

  Maggie let Jeb’s cock slip out her mouth just as he shot cum onto her chin but she took the rest in her mouth, sucking the cum out of him, until there was nothing left.

  “That was quick,” Maggie said with a grin, licking his heat off her chin. “Are we finished?”

  “Hell, no
. Think of a quick orgasm as a compliment,” Adam managed. “You’re so hot. I’ll be hard in a minute. In the meantime, let me taste your pussy, love.”

  Maggie lay down on her back, her hands resting over her shaved slit which lay in wait.

  “Spread your legs,” Adam said.

  Maggie spread her legs and stared at him; both had lust in their eyes.

  “Wider,” Adam muttered, swallowing

  Maggie obeyed until her legs were spread as wide as she could make them. She sunk into the blankets, eager for him to ravish her with his tongue.

  Instead, Adam held her knees apart to study her tender little slit and sticky pussy lips and the plump shaved mound protecting it.

  “You are stunning. Your skin is creamy smooth.”

  Maggie smiled modestly acknowledging the compliment, eager for his mouth not his words. She was trembling.

  “Are you cold?” he asked.

  “A little.”

  “You won’t be for long.”

  “Promise?”

  Adam leaned forward and after inhaling her feminine scent, he tentatively extended his tongue and touched Maggie’s moist pussy lips. Then he licked his lips. He could taste the delicious musky scent of gentle sweetness.

  The moment his mouth collapsed over her pussy, she could feel his hunger; it made her squirm, her body pulsating, as warmth curled over her in waves. Her nipples erect, her skin flushed, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she felt herself being nudged to the edge of that hidden place everyone wanted to linger and wade in forever, a state where nothing mattered, where the sweet nothingness of oblivion healed all fears, all pain, all conceits.

  Adam gently let his tongue probe the folds of tender damp skin. Then he traced around her delicate clit already filled with longing and a burning throbbing heat she knew was spiraling into a life of its own. She moaned.

  Adam groaned in response, reaching for her breasts once more and teasing her nipples.

  “I want you to fuck me,” Maggie whispered, as she caressed Adam’s hair.

  He moaned an affirmative and on his knees pulled Maggie toward him until his pulsing cock and her wet pussy were almost touching. Then thrusting his pelvis forward, he angled himself into her.

  Maggie closed her eyes, greedily waiting that moment when he first pushed into her. Instead, with his cock, he massaged her clit and pried her pussy lips apart before he let himself fall into her. There was zero resistance, Maggie’s juices and his saliva having oiled his cock. He could feel her pussy grip him.

  He pulled himself out and dabbed the head of his cock on her clit once more. Their throbbing nerves seemed to pulsate in harmony. Both no longer able to hold out any longer angled their bodies in such a way so he could plunge deep inside her once more, but this time, she could tell he was inside her to stay, and he knew she had no intention of letting him go.

  His thrusts were hard, passionate, and with design. With each thrust, she could feel his pleasure reverberate throughout her, her pussy clenching Adam’s cock, as he plunged deeper and harder into her.

  She arched her back and knew she would come. The perfect moment was the moment she could feel the heat of her man coming when she did.

  “I’m coming,” he murmured.

  “Come inside me,” she said.

  He gathered her up into his brawny arms and pressed her close to his body. The cold that was around them was kept at bay. His heat embraced her just as completely as his arms did.

  The final thrusts were disjointed as their bodies crumpled into the heat of release.

  He laid her back down on her back, but he didn’t remove himself from her.

  “All I ever wanted was someone, who, even after a night of passion and multiple orgasms, can leave me lusting for more,” he whispered.

  They lay in each other’s arms, kissing and caressing one another. After a few minutes Maggie felt Adam growing hard inside her again.

  “So what’s your favorite song?” Maggie asked; both were too exhausted to go a third time.

  “’Hurt.’”

  “You like industrial music?”

  “God no.”

  “Well, that song isn’t so industrial, I guess. I had an old boyfriend who liked that kind of music.”

  “What the hell are you talking about? Johnny Cash isn’t industrial.”

  “Oh, you like that version. I heard that version.”

  “Version? It’s Johnny’s song.”

  “Well, it’s the best version that’s for sure,” Maggie said, not sure what else to say.

  “I like how he changed one word at the end,” she added.

  “Oh?” Adam asked. He’d obviously not known Johnny Cash had not written the song.

  “Yeah, you know, at the end.”

  Adam sang the words softly.

  “Right there, he changed keep to heal. My friends say it is keep, but that’s not what I’m hearing.”

  “It sounds like heal to me.”

  She was too happy to argue. “Oh, I wanted to ask, do you skate?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Figure skate?”

  “Nah. So you’re not going to leave tomorrow?” Adam asked, stroking her hair.

  “No. You?”

  “Your mother said I could stay for the holidays. I see the cabin could use a man’s hands, so I thought I’d hang around for a few more days. How are you getting back?” Adam asked.

  “Fiona said she would drive me. You need a lift?”

  Adam scoffed. “I have transportation.”

  “Sorry, forgot. Room for one more?”

  Adam looked at her and smiled. “I thought you hated that trip. You were miserable and grumbled the whole time. It won’t be much better on the way back.”

  She smiled and snuggled into him, his heat pouring over her. “Yeah, but I’ll get used to it.”

  Happy Holidays!

  Sneak Peek!

  Blowing Snow

  A Billionaire Christmas

  Toni Mozzie

  Chapter One

  It was snowing and blowing across the streets as people, hunkered down in winter clothing, pushed through the arctic wind in what was going to be a nasty commute home for sure.

  Mandy was grateful to be inside on this evening, the night of the big office Christmas party. She was waiting for her friend, Sam, to finish up, so they could hit up the party together, a party which was expected to have a thousand people attending in the company’s massive ‘A’ convention hall.

  Mandy had already stolen a peek.

  This was the Titanic of convention halls, decked out in traditional Christmas flora and fauna: mistletoe, trees, wreaths, and yes, doves, penguins and reindeer.

  Fireplaces crackled and three mammoth trees soared up into the faraway ceiling. Everything glittered in golden Christmas lights and countless candles.

  A live orchestra played Christmas songs. There was enough food to feed a thousand people: turkeys, ducks, massive Christmas cakes and lots of eggnog. The wet bar had everything.

  Snow Enterprises had a policy that all gifts, tips, and bonuses the company received during the year would be divvied up by the employees at the end of the year.

  In years past, employees have won fur coats, jewelry, cars, suits, and insanely expensive shoes. One lucky guy drew a golden sword which he sold for half a million dollars and promptly quit the company. A year later he came crawling back, looking for his old job. The company took him back, but he lost seniority and pay and worked in a lowly department. The lesson there was not to take advantage of the company’s generosity.

  All week the items had been on display, and even though there were a few items that Mandy coveted, she knew that it wouldn’t go to her head. If she got an item that she didn’t want, she knew she could sell it, and do something that really mattered to her.

  She’d lived her whole live in Manhattan. She’d had vacations on Long Island and went to Disneyland when she was a kid, but never really got anywhere. If she won something
she could sell, she wanted to travel, pack her vacation days full of adventure and full of men, Greek men, Spanish men, Italian men, Moroccan men; she wasn’t picky as long as they surrendered to her oral fixation that could last hours per session.

  She actually had a boyfriend, Brad, who left her after whining his dick hurt so much from her endless nights of sucking him off. A rather pathetic eye-rolling copout of an excuse at first glance, sure, but this turned out to be the weirdest break up she’d ever experienced. Brad was in tears, blabbering on about how he feared for his cock, that she’d bent it out of shape and that it now looked more like a lumpy, scrawny pole green bean pod.

  Brad even showed her photos he’d taken with his phone, but by this point she was ready to move on from the relationship with Brad. She heard later that Brad lost his job for posting pics of his penis online to quack medical sites in the hopes of getting a diagnosis. Unfortunately, those sites were covers to trick people into taking nude photos for gay porn sites. Live and learn.

  Mandy learned about this story when a friend alerted her to an ad for alien porn at PornoHub. She recognized the lumpy, stringy dick right away.

  She didn’t feel the least bit guilty. No one had forced Brad to let her suck his cock and besides, the last time she had, she remembered him rather liking it a lot.

  Her friend, Sam, worked on the top floor where the big boss, the reclusive Mr. Snow, ran his billion dollar empire. Mandy worked in the publishing department, proofreading manuscripts preparing to go to publication. They published everything, from erotica to romance to horror to children’s stories and lots of nonfiction including biographies from quite a few people wishing to relive the glory moments of their fleeting five minutes of fame.

  Unable to wait, Mandy went to the big party hall, grabbed a glass of wine and rebrowsed the items to be won. There was a long line-up already forming to have a picture taken with a reindeer. Mandy needed to be drunker to wait in that line-up.

  This was her first Christmas party with the company and she was excited. The party had a magic to it and for the first time in a long time, she was feeling in the Christmas spirit.