Once Upon a Christmas Tree (The Valentine Nook #0.5)

by Lulu Moore

To Christmas Miracles

Lando became the eleventh Duke of Oxfordshire the day our father died. He was fourteen years old. I was twelve.

How is she even real? She looks like she should come with wings and sit on top of the tree. I could give her something to sit on. Oh dear god. What the fuck is the matter with me?

Like Theo James soaked himself in a vat of honey. Is it possible to be turned on by an accent?

“No, sadly. I’m just regular Haven.” “I don’t think there’s anything regular about you?”

I can’t stop myself. I grip the front of his shirt and tug him into me. I can’t tell if his mouth crashes to mine first or if I lift on my tiptoes to get there right before he does, but I forget all about it when his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

“Okay, leave it at that. But add another eight house kits.” “Eight?” “Eight,” I reply with conviction, my chin jerking to the shelf. “We need spares. If that’s the level I’m against, I’m not taking any chances.” “Okaaaay.”

“To gingerbread competitions, and the prettiest mayor of Aspen I’ve ever met.”

“Uh-uh. Let me enjoy this. It’s been a while since I saw a pussy so perfect.”

He scrubs a hand down his face, his signet ring catching the light from the Christmas tree. “You’re better than I ever imagined.” “All four days of it?” I giggle, my hand shooting up to cover my mouth when it’s followed by a hiccup. He reaches behind and tugs his sweater off. “That’s right. Four days of thinking of nothing but what I’d do to you when I got you naked.”

“Tell me…” I find myself asking. He glances down, his gaze slowly scanning over every inch of my body, heating it up another degree while he unbuckles his belt and kicks off his boots. “First…” He lifts an eyebrow. “I’d be on my knees in front of you, feasting like you were my last meal. My tongue on your clit, lapping up every drop of you as my fingers got to work until you were begging for me to stop…” He pushes his jeans over his hips, hooking his thumbs into his boxer briefs, and lets them fall. “Think I accomplished that.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll make it fit.”

“Since the day you wore red lipstick, I’ve been dreaming about these wrapped around my cock. Watching you take me until I hit the back of your throat, exploding in your mouth and feeling you swallow my come.”

“Fuck…look at you.” The timbre of his voice licks fire across my skin. “Taking my cock…like you were born to.”

“Alex…I’m…oh god. I’m c-c-coming.” “Yes…Haven. Fuck. Let me feel it,” he rumbles. “Let me feel you strangling my cock.”

But it’s still there when I open them. My store. My store in gingerbread. My store in precise detail.

“Hold it, Haven. You’re not fucking coming until I say so,” he grits out. “You’ve already had three, you can wait this time.”

“Alex, please. I need it.” “You need my cock?” “Hmmm…yes.” “Say it.” “I need your cock.”

“Like that? Need it like that?” “Ahhhh.” “Words, Haven, use your words.” “Yes, Alex, god, yeees. I need it like that…fuck…your dick…” My eyes have full on rolled into my head. “Fuck my dick?” He chuckles. “You certainly are.”

“If you’re going to choke, it’ll be on my dick and nothing else.”

But then he chuckles. “Good girl.”

My dick’s been ruined by an American Christmas Tree farmer. Go figure.

“Time is of the essence. Sit on my face, then I’ll fuck you in there while you’re watching the sunset. It’s heated, don’t worry.”

But Haven…no, not Haven. I don’t want to share her with anyone. She’s mine. No one gets to see her how I see her.

“You know, if I fuck you well enough, we could steam all the windows up. Then we’ll definitely be private.”

I pull out right before I explode, tugging my cock and finish all over her. It’s everywhere. Her hair, her back, dripping down between her cheeks. She’s painted in my come. If I wasn’t already on my knees, the view of her like this would have brought me to them. It’s spectacular. She’s spectacular.