Page 13 of The Holiday Set Up
“Is she someone to be worried about?”
He shakes his head, “I don’t think so. Manipulating geeky accountants isn’t usually a dangerous crime.”
“There’s nothing innocent about manipulating someone.”
“I know. I’m not going to worry about her, though. The trial date will be set soon enough, and we can finally go bowling again.”
The reminder of our first date brings smiles to both our faces, and we embrace, losing ourselves in a long kiss that deepens quickly. The mob princess, long forgotten, we get back to our happy place.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and he pushes his thick erection against me, perfectly hitting my clit. I moan and push back into him wanting more. Soon, we’re a tangled mess on the floor, and I’m yanking his sweatpants down.
Towering over him, I lean down and lick him from base to tip and swirl the flat of tongue around his sensitive crown. He growls and snarls and if it weren’t for the small, whispered yes’s, I would think he didn’t like it. I work him up until he’s grinding his teeth, then I take his large cock in my mouth and slowly wet him with my mouth, making it easier to take his girth down my throat. When I fit him all the way down my throat, he screams my name. Looking up at him as he moans. Knowing that his pleasure is because of me is powerful. This big, genius man is crumbling for me, and the power excites me. I take him over and over, moving faster and faster until finally he grips my hair and thrusts into my mouth. One, two, three pumps, and he warns me.
“Oh my God, baby, you feel too good. I’m going to come.”
I moan my hunger around him, the vibration sets him off, and he pours into me. His pleasure floods my throat, and I swallow, loving that I’m making this big burly man scream for me.
I sit back on my ankles and wipe my mouth as lady-like as I possibly can. His eyes seem to twinkle with satisfaction, and when he finally catches his breath, he eats my lady taco with just as much love and devotion. God, I’m a lucky girl.
Chapter Twelve
Oliver/Dalton
Weeks later almost Christmas
The court date is set, and best of all, I have planned the world’s most romantic way to tell Blair that I love her. I don’t want to wait until Christmas or New Year’s. I wanted our own day. Cheesy, but I want to marry this girl, so I want everything so cheesy she’ll want to talk about it in bed fifty years from now and tell me again how happy she is. That’s what I want. To love her and care for her for the rest of her life. Help her not burn her kitchen down. Be there to massage her feet when she thinks high heels are ok to wear to the bookstore down the road, but then walks three more miles because she thinks of a great storyline for a book. I love that about her, and I want the privilege to be by her side through any downfall and all her successes. Damn it, I am that man. In my bones, I know I was born for her. And fate brought her to me the day she saved me from a death sentence.
So, the plan is simple, a carriage ride in the city. She loves the old architecture in the historic district. It reminds me of St. Charles Street in Louisiana, where I grew up. I can’t wait to be able to take Blair there to meet my mom. They’ve met over video chat, and Blair charmed my tough mom easily, and as soon as the trial is over and I can travel again, we’re taking a vacation to Louisiana.
Fitzy knows a guy with a couple Clydesdale’s who gives carriage rides to the tourists in Bourbon Park. Because, of course, she does. She helped me book him for the entire night and got a caterer to set up dinner down by the pond under that beautiful weeping willow tree that Blair likes painting. She has one hanging in her bedroom over her computer, where she writes all her epic adventures for kids. I won’t lie, I’ve already read three of them and loved every page, even if I’m not exactly a preteen like her target market.
I’ve learned all these things about her in such a short time and wonder how many adventures of our own lie ahead for us.
Yes, the public park is risky but with the boss safely behind bars, I feel like it’ll be worth it. Tony, the carriage driver, and I are parked outside Fitzpatrick Place, waiting on my girl. God, I love the sound of that.
I check the time on my watch for the fifth time, but she’s not late, and I know she won’t be. Ivy and the girls bombarded her earlier with clothing, and hair things, all that colorful stuff women are into, which I have no idea about. My friends, Wren, Cor, and Spencer came over to help me kill time by annihilating a few Zombies in an epic video game Blair’s sister Poppy designed. It’s totally top secret, still in beta, but by far the best game the guys and I have played since we were kids.
But now it’s game time. It’s now or never, as I look up to see my girl walking towards me in a tight white sweater dress, and hangs off her shoulders. I love that her curls are bouncing and wild, and she’s wearing just a hint of pink lip gloss. She’s perfect and doesn’t need any makeup, but something about her tonight glows.
“Hello, handsome,” she says, coming up and wrapping her arms around my waist. Looking down at her, I see my future. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.
“Hey, beautiful,” I place a kiss on her nose. “Are you ready for yet another best date ever?”
She giggles and nods, and I take her hand in mine and turn to help her onto the first step of the carriage. It’s December in Texas. It’s not freezing, but not warm either, so I came prepared with a thick Christmas blanket and White Russians to keep us toasty. I lay the blanket across our laps, and when she snuggles into my side, her arms intertwined around my bicep, I nod to Tony, and the carriage starts moving.
Bourbon Park is decorated to the max for the holidays, and lights are strung across the trees, the light poles, and even across the road, all the way around the square. Blair lights up with excitement and thanks me with peppered kisses across my face. I’m pretty sure it’s the first time I’ve ever blushed in my life.
Tony turns us off the main road and into the park. It’s private, and we take a path surrounded by trees. Candy Canes line the path. Yard ornaments of Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas come up on the right of us and Charlie Brown and the gang on the left. Everyone from Mickey Mouse to a giant Santa Claus follows, and a half-hour or so later, we make our way to the weeping willow tree, and the table is set up exactly like I asked. I make a mental note to send them a big tip.
The carriage stops, and I open the door and help Blair down. She wobbles in her heels as she gets down, and I smile, thinking about how sore her feet are going to be when we get home.
“Oh my gosh, Dalton. I don’t even believe this. First the romantic carriage ride, now this. Dinner at my favorite place.” Her arms swing out to the table set up with a large candle centerpiece and two plates with dinner awaiting us under silver warming domes. It’s perfect. “And not to mention all that,” she adds, acting breathless and waving up and down my body as if to say me, just you. The boring accountant who used to be terrible at talking to girls until this one saved his life, is special to her.
I wrap my arms around her, wanting to feel her more than ever. My hands slide down her arms until I find her hands and lock our fingers. I take a deep breath of her sweet scent and kiss her forehead.
When I look back down into her eyes, I tell her, honestly, “I love you, Blair.”
Her pupils dilate instantly like she’s surprised. This honestly surprises me, but before I can second guess myself telling her too soon, I hear the words that change my life forever.