He took me over the edge. My orgasm rose and pulsed. Unending waves of ecstasy devoured me. I fell into a frenzied erotic bliss.
“Saint!” I screamed in pleasure, not caring if all of Lapland heard me. I lost it. Writhing and crying. Moaning and digging my nails into the couch.
“Oh, Ivy. Finally, Ivy.” And he groaned loud with me, grunting my name over and over. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. “Ivy.”
When I was done, I shuddered under him. Getting ready to cum himself, he moved his hand from my throat. I actually missed it.
“Fuck!” He grunted and pulled his cock out of me. Hot semen spilled along my thighs. Groaning, he stroked the mushroomed tip some more. A string of semen spurt along my stomach. “Oh, God, Ivy.”
More spilled out of the tip.
I rubbed the liquid on my stomach. “Put it all over me.”
He grunted and shot some on my breasts. “Fuck!”
Loving it, I smeared the wet drops around my nipples and hoped his scent seeped into my pores.
I made the right choice. This is what I want. I can do this.
Minutes later, Saint lifted and carried me over to his bed. I was so exhausted I couldn’t even speak.
When he laid me down, he crashed right next to me and covered us in a heavy blanket.
Sighing, I closed my eyes.
Saint pulled me into his warm hold. “Are you ready for that every night?”
“Please.”
“Are you ready for me to be in New York?”
I swallowed. “I. . .think I am.”
“You will be.”
Yawning, I nodded. “I will be.”
“I bought you a present.”
“Saint—”
“I know you hate exchanging gifts on Christmas, but it can’t be helped.”
I shook my head.
“You will open it Christmas morning.”
“Okay.”
“And. . .”
Catching the uneasiness in his voice, I opened my eyes and looked at him. “What?”
“Well. . .Holly put together a little surprise and. . .she didn’t want me to say anything, but I’ve been a bit terrified. I didn’t know when I should tell you. I guess now is as good of a time as any.”
“What surprise?”
“Okay. I won’t just say it is all on Holly. Perhaps I’m nervous.”
I leaned away from him. “What surprise and why are you nervous?”
“This Christmas I decided to make you face the truth of us.”
“O-kay.”
“And Holly and I thought that you should face other things too.”
Discomfort twisted my stomach. “Like what?”
“This morning, when you saw me.” He sighed. “I had just picked your father up from the airport and took him to his villa.”
“No. No.” I left his hold. “What? He’s here. No.”
“Ivy.” He tried to grab me.
I pushed away his hands. “Why would you do that?”
“Holly figured you couldn’t hide from him if he came all the way to Lapland.”
I rushed off the bed. “That’s why he was packing his suitcase. That’s where he was going. I thought it was when he was heading to New York, but it was here.”
“What do you mean?”
My hands shook as I grabbed my gown. “H-how could you do that?”
“I know. I was nervous about the plan but—”
I shrieked. “Are you fucking crazy?”
“Ivy, don’t go.” He got up from the bed. “Let’s talk.”
“Realizing that I love you would not be a big problem.” I stepped into my gown and didn’t even attempt to look for my bra or underwear. “That I can forgive you for. . .but my father. . .I mean. . .I need time.”
“You haven’t seen him since. . .”
I blinked at him. “Since my mother killed herself over him.”
Saint didn’t say anything.
“I was working on it.”
“It’s been so long, Ivy. You have to see him. There may not be time.”
“Fuck you, Saint. And fuck Holly. You two don’t make that decision for me.” I hit my chest. “I do!”
“Ivy, sit down—”
“I’m leaving.” I stumbled around the room, searching for my boots. “I can’t believe you two. Rummaging through my life like I’m some pet charity project.”
“We love you.”
Cold fear hit me. “He’s here?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus.” I found my boots and rushed with putting them on. “I’m not ready. I’m not ready. I just figured out love. I can’t deal with that. I can’t.”
“Ivy, let’s just—”
“He’s here.” My eyes watered. I shook my head. “One at a time. Damn it. One at a fucking time!”
“Ivy.” Saint hurried and put on his pants. “Please, Ivy—”
“One at a fucking time!” I glared at him. My chest rose and fell like I’d been running. “I can’t do it all this week. I can’t suddenly give my heart to you and then open it to him. I can’t!”
He took a few steps to me and extended his hands.
I edged back. “One at a time.”
“I understand, Ivy. Just come back to bed.”
I trembled. “His son. . .he’s dying.”
Saint nodded. “I know.”
“How do you know?”
“We’ve met Timothy.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“Because I knew you wouldn’t want to talk about it.”