Page 15 of Kept for Christmas
“No but’s. What do you want? Don’t think about your family, or the town, or anything but yourself for a second.”
“I want Emma.”
Mrs. R. leans in and kisses my head gently. “Then love her, sweet boy. Love her fiercely, like no one else can. The rest will fall into place.”
I’ve cried twice in my life, that I can remember. Once at my father’s funeral and again at my mother’s. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to cry over the years, but more that life doesn’t allow for it. I’m a working man and working men don’t have emotions that strong. They’re not supposed to, anyway. But here and now, with Emma at my side and Mrs. Robinson’s words in my head, I can’t help but let the tears flow.
There’s no way in hell I could leave this girl, even if I wanted to. Even if loving her means I cause drama with the family, and the town, and the world. The only thing that matters is her.
“I’m going to head home, dear. I love you.”
“Love you, too. Drive safe. Thanks again.”
She nods and kisses my cheek, leaving behind the scent of vanilla and butterscotch candies. “Oh, don’t forget to eat those cookies. They’re samples for the country store and they’re good! I stole a few while you were talking to the doctor.”
I smile and watch as Mrs. Robinson steps out into the cold winter night. I’m not sure what I’d do without that woman. She’s become family over the years. Hell, I still remember when she’d come to the farm and cut a tree with her husband. I can’t imagine how much she must miss him, especially this time of year. They loved Christmas together.
Emma turns onto her side and lets out a soft sigh as I sink my hand into hers. I should let her sleep, but the urge to hold her is overwhelming. The urge to know that she wants this even when she’s thinking straight is overwhelming. The urge to officially make her mine is overwhelming.
I climb into bed behind her, spooning her small body against mine as she takes gentle breaths, releasing warmth against my arm with each exhale.
“Nick?” Her tone is low and soft. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, princess. You had a headache, and I was worried.”
“About a headache? I have a concussion. You should be worried about those floors in the kitchen, not me. There’re crumbs everywhere. You’re going to get bugs.”
Something tells me she’s not in the same loving headspace anymore. My heart withers and I pull back away from her, despite the impulse to do the opposite.
“Don’t go.” She twists toward me, holding her gaze with mine. “I’m just kidding about the floors. Well,” her eyes roll to the side dramatically, “technically I’m not kidding. They do need to be swept, but I was only being playful. I’ll stop.”
“No. I like you the way you are. Don’t stop anything you’re doing. I do need to know what you remember, though, from the past couple of days.”
Her brows narrow. “What do you mean?”
“Well, what do you remember?”
She grins wide and sits up from the bed, pushing her long hair back away from her vision as she straddles my lap. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nick, but… I just had the wildest dream.”
“What’s that?” I groan, already feeling my cock rise.
She leans into my ear, holding her hair back as she whispers, “I had this dream that we were up on this hilltop, andyou were touching me… everywhere. I want that, Nick. I want you everywhere.”
Fuck! My cock is hard, and I swear it’s only getting harder, but I’m not sure any of this is right. I should tell her that everything was real. I should tell her that she touched me, that I touched her, that my fingers were deep inside of her tight, little pussy. And maybe someday, I will, but now isn’t the time. Dr. Thorpe was sure about one thing. The brain is a bonsai tree. It bends and curves, and it resists replanting. I have to let Emma figure things out for herself, and right now, she wants me.
I cup her soft face in my hand and stare at her. “I like that dream. I think I had one similar.”
“Oh yeah. What happened in yours?”
“Well,” I land my hand on her back and lift her shirt up over her head before leaning up to nuzzle her neck gently, “I was kissing your neck, holding your body closely as I pressed into your tight little core like this.” I slide her panties to the side and thrust two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.
Her eyes widen and she sucks in air as though she’s pleasantly surprised. “Oh God!”
I push into her deeper, swallowing down every soft whimper her tiny little throat exalts.
“You’re my good little princess, aren’t you?”
She nods and grinds against my hand, soaking me more and more with every drive of her hips.