Page 13 of Let it Snow Queen
“Declan’s a good Irish name. What’s the boy like?”
Something fluttered in my soul. I loved talking about him, but most people my age didn’t care to hear about it. Being a mom at twenty years old didn’t lend itself to having many friends your age. “He’s a rough and tumble little guy. He could stay outside literally all day long,picking me flowers and playing with his cars. He’s two.”
Gallow gave a broad smile and sat his bowl on the floor. “I’d like to meet him sometime.”
I kind of wanted them to meet, too. Dec would love him. “So you live with your dads? How long have they been married?”
I bit my lip. I’d gotten so many mixed reactions to my family over the years. I’d watch the confusion and realization appear across people’s faces as they scrambled for the words. I wasn’t quite sure how Gallow would react. “They aren’t married . . . well, not to each other. They’re married to my mom. And my other two moms, Caroline and Odette, are married. We all live together. Well, with my foster siblings too, Malcolm and Aurora.”
Gallow raised his eyebrows. Unlike anyone I’d ever told, he surprisingly didn’t need a moment to recover or ponder. He didn’t stammer or turn red. A broad smile simply occupied his handsome face. “That sounds like a lot of love. What a great way to grow up. Your family sounds incredible.”
My mouth dropped. “Just like that?”
He took the spoon from my bowl and took a bite of my leftover carrots. “Just like what?”
I giggled. “You’re something else, O’Brien. What’s your family like?”
He motioned to ask if I was done, and I nodded. Taking my bowl, he kept eating. “Big and full of love, like yours. The men are about as big as me, too, tall and twenty-five stone. I’m fromLimerick, Ireland. I lived with my mother and her two brothers, uncles, and ten or so cousins, but I haven’t counted in a while.”
My cheeks hurt from smiling. “Sounds like fun. Why’d you leave?”
“I wanted to go to university in California. That’s where I met Koji and Fox. Though neither Fox nor I knew who Koji was when we met him. Fox’s from London. I guess not growing up in the States meant we never saw his family on television—”
“Wait, what? What do you mean? Who is Koji?”
He chuckled heartily. “You don’t know?”
“Tell me!” I demanded, pushing his arm.
He grabbed my wrist lightly. “That’s about the fifth time you’ve touched me, little one; I’m about of a mind to start touching back.”
I bit my lip. “That would be okay with me.”
A rumbly growl sounded from his throat. “Don’t be saying things you don’t mean, little one. I’ve thought of nothing else since I pulled you up from the falls . . . like fishing for my angel.”
I clenched my thighs together. I’d just had a magical experience with Fox. Was I really about to be with Gallow, too? I guessed so because, with no preamble, the giant began taking off his clothes.
Chapter 8
His naked body was all man. The sight of his broad form, hairy chest, and thick arms left me reeling all the way down to his sprung erection. “You sure you’re ready fer me, baby girl?”
The room was chilly, but only warmth tickled my skin as I undressed. I lay back on the quilt, feeling both exposed and excited. “I’m ready for anything.”
Gallow ran a hand through his beard as he assessed me. “Usually, I like to take it slow, but you look so damn good . . .”
“I don’t want it slow,” I admitted. Any further foreplay would have been tedious and exhausting at that point. Just living near Gallow had been foreplay enough. Watching him carry wood, admonish his friend, and look after me with that strong but longing gaze . . . I was ready for whatever he wanted to offer.
He stepped closer and reached forward, grabbing my hips and yanking me to the edge of the bed. I giggled and spread my legs wide to accommodate his size. He palmed his dick andleaned forward, putting a hand on the bed next to me. In a gruff, shaky voice, he said, “It’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman . . . and never a woman as beautiful and . . . important as you. I have to tell ye; I’m a little worried I’ll be a disappointment.”
My heart cracked at the vulnerability in his gaze. I took his bearded face in my hands and kissed his lips softly. “Nothing about you could ever disappoint me, Gallow. I think . . . I think you’re important too.”
And he was important. So important I wanted him tenderly. Even if it were quick this first time, I had a heavy awareness that sleeping with Gallow would change me forever. Had I ever made love before? If I had, it certainly hadn’t been with Declan’s father. I reached between us, my arm nudging between where his rounded belly pressed into the soft folds of mine. The feeling of us together was a sexy caress of softness and safety. I found my mark and wrapped my fingers around his long, thick cock, pumping slowly. He let out a vibrating grunt and kissed me deeply, his scratchy beard like sandpaper against my flushed cheeks. He pulled away, and his lips found my breast. Mouth wide, he took me in, not only flicking my pert nipples with his tongue but sucking in a mouthful of my wanting breast. I couldn’t help but let my head fall back in a deep sigh. My pussy throbbed in need as I nudged his tip at my center, waiting for him to make the first move to join us together. Pulling off my nipple with a pop, he pushed inside halfway. My back arched in acceptance, and I felt the most glorious sensation in response as he stood off the side of the bed and pushed into me, supported by his elbows, his bulky abdomen pressed into my lower belly. The pressure was exquisite, and I cried out, wrapping my arms around his neck. I felt his rough beard scrape against my cheek as he mumbled, “Fuck, this pussy of yours is enough to makeme fall in love while inside of you. As if I weren’t close enough already.”
I gasped, unsure how to even process that statement, and my heart warmed. Dirty talk was supposed to be dirty, not . . . emotional. But somehow, coming from Gallow, it was the sexiest thing imaginable.Love. He said the word love. Maybe he was just caught up in the moment. When he’d fully seated himself, we moaned in unison. I hoped I felt as good to him as he did to me. The pressure on my pelvis as he pulled out and slammed back in had me seeing stars. Our heavy breathing mingled with uncoordinated kisses in between. “God, it’s so good, so intense.” I whimpered, forcing my orgasm to hold off for another moment. “I don’t think I’m going to last very long either.” The buildup was too intense.
“Let’s come together, Ruby,” he growled. “But keep your eyes on mine. I want to see your face as I make you come.”
The mix of sensations was unbearable: the graze of his beard on my jaw, the pulsing pressure of his size hitting my lower belly, his cock slamming into me, and god, the heavy feeling of him on top of me. I wanted him to crush me. To push all the air from my lungs and bury me in his chest forever. His warm embrace could be my new cabin in the snow. I knew Gallow would keep me safe from every storm for the rest of my life. A flurry of sparkles exploded behind my eyes. I cried out against his groan of bliss while his hand rushed to cup my jaw. Staring into his soulful eyes felt more intimate than anything I’d ever done. But I didn’t want to hide from him. If anyone deserved to see me come undone, if anyone was strong enough to handle all of me, it was him. My entire body crumpled around him as he held me tight. We stayed trapped inside our little snow globe of pleasure and emotion for several moments while our breathing stilled. He tenderly brushed a lock of curly hair from my swollenlips. “You’re the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered in awe. It wasn’t a line. He meant it.