His Candy Cane Page 5

  “This is so awesome!” my girl laughs, her face turned up to enjoy the snow. “I love it.”

  I can’t resist the temptation and spin her around to press a tender kiss to that pink pout.

  “I love you, sweetheart, and being here with you means everything to me,” I say.

  She melts before my eyes, leaning into my kiss as her lashes flutter shut.

  “I love you too, Patrick,” she whispers. We savor this romantic moment, but then Maisie surprises me by breaking free and scampering off.

  “Wait, what are you doing?” I ask, dumbfounded. “What’s going on?”

  She giggles while waving for me to follow.

  “Come on! I just noticed that Santa’s arm stopped waving, and we need to fix that.”

  I squint up into the night sky, and it’s true. Santa’s mechanical arm, which previously had been swinging back and forth in hello, has stopped moving. But it didn’t stop in mid-air. Instead, the thing swung down so that it’s dangling across his body at a weird angle, looking like he’s got a disjointed elbow.

  “The elves will be very unhappy if Santa can’t wave, not to mention the children who aren’t going to get their gifts this year,” Maisie calls from across the lawn. “Come on!”

  I start jogging towards her, looking around us.

  “Yeah, but what are we going to do? Shouldn’t we just inform the homeowner? They must have tools or something to take care of this.”

  But my curvy girl doesn’t hear. She’s circling the edge of the house, staring up into the sky. We move further and further along the side of the house until we’re right by the back gate. Then, to my surprise, Maisie pops the latch open and slips into the backyard.

  “Come on,” she beckons. “I see a fire escape over here.”

  I pause. What private home has a fire escape? I thought people slid down gutters and skidded over roofs when their houses were on fire. But evidently, this handsome Federalist mansion has a real fire escape, although it isn’t much more than a rickety metal ladder extending from the roof to the garden.

  To my dismay, Maisie’s already starting to climb.

  “Wait,” I stammer, rushing over to stand by the metal ladder. “What’s going on?”

  “Come on, slowpoke,” she says merrily. “What are you waiting for?”

  As I watch, mouth agape, the beautiful woman ascends at least twenty feet in the air, agile as a chipmunk. She’s sure on her feet, and strong and flexible too. Silently, I curse my personal training. I must have taught her that during our mock-boxing sessions. At the very least, I gave her confidence in her physical abilities, because as I watch, Maisie swings off the ladder and hoists herself onto the roof. She’s now twenty feet in the air above me, grinning down while gesturing with a mittened hand.

  “Come on, Patrick! Last one up’s a rotten egg.”

  I groan silently. Obviously, I’m a rotten egg because she’s already up there, while I’m still down here. But I need to follow my gorgeous girl because where she goes, I go. Grimacing, I tentatively put my booted foot on the metal ladder, testing its durability. Shit. Will this thing support my muscled frame?

  But again, where Maisie goes, I must follow, and with a grimace, I begin climbing to the Heavens in pursuit of my girl.

  10

  Maisie

  Patrick has done so much for me, and I really appreciate it. He’s made me feel confident about my body, and my current position on the roof of this two-story house is testament to that.

  Before, I would have been petrified, not only of losing my balance and injuring myself, but about breaking the ladder on the way up. Now though, I feel much more comfortable in my own skin, and scampered up the metal rungs like a squirrel making its way up a tree. There were no thoughts about how I might potentially embarrass myself, or how the fat girl was going to look doing exercise. Instead, I made quick work of the ascent, and now I’m staring at the entire length of Tremont Street, marveling at the view.

  Patrick finally pokes his head up, looking adorable with his mussed chestnut hair.

  “I’m at the top of the world!” I sing, just like they do in the Titanic. “Watch me fly!”

  Patrick rolls his eyes, levering his giant form so that he stands with me on the roof.

  “Please,” he says, “I never thought Leonardo DiCaprio was cute. Plus, I always thought there was room for two on that plank Rose was floating on at the end.”

  I giggle.

  “Ah ha, so you’re one of the plank conspirators.”

  He nods.

  “I am! What if we were stranded in the ocean together, with only one plank to save us? Would you cast me to my death, letting me freeze before floating off into the sea?”

  I giggle.

  “You know, this is such a morbid conversation, but I think I’d move over and let you share some space.”

  He grins at me triumphantly.

  “Yeah, see? That’s why I love you, Maisie.”

  My heart jumps at the words because this is the second time he’s said “I love you” tonight and it thrills me to my soul. I’ve never even really dated a boy seriously before but now a gorgeous hunk of alpha male is telling me that he loves me. How did I get so lucky? I throw my arms around his neck, pressing a big kiss to his lips.

  “I love you too,” I declare. “But now we have to talk.”

  Patrick stares at me.

  “Sweetheart, we’re on the roof of someone’s house in the middle of the night. It’s freezing right now. Can’t we talk some other time?”

  I nod.

  “I know. But there are also no distractions up here, and that’s important because this conversation is important. You love me, and I love you, and we need to talk more about what that means.”

  My boyfriend looks completely befuddled.

  “How can it be so complicated though? And why now, sweetheart? Seriously, it’s freezing. Can’t we talk about things over dinner or something?”

  I shake my head, sitting down so that we’re hidden behind the Santa.

  “Nope, now is good. When we usually talk, we get distracted by you know what. Pretty soon, we’re necking and making out, and I can’t even remember my own name because I’m coming so hard.”

  He thinks for a moment and then nods, dropping down to sit by me.

  “You’re right, honey. I love those lush curves, and love to defile them even more. I guess if it takes sitting on top of a roof on a cold winter’s night to stop me from touching you, then so be it.”

  I giggle again.

  “You’re right, although I do love being defiled. Now, where were we? Oh yes. I wanted to talk about birth control, Patrick.”

  My boyfriend grows serious.

  “Yes, of course. We’ve been good about it. I’ve been pulling out every time we’re together.”

  I fix him with a hard look.

  “You haven’t, Patrick. You don’t pull out a lot of the time, and even when you do, it’s basically at the last minute. I swear, a few spurts get in before you’re out all the way.”

  His handsome face takes on a look of innocence.

  “What can I say, honey? You feel so good that it’s come as a surprise to me too. Before you, I was always in perfect control. I pulled out in the nick of time like a machine, but ever since you’ve come around, it’s been really difficult. You just feel so amazing, and you’re so ripe and fertile –”

  “That’s it, exactly,” I interrupt. “I’m fertile, Patrick and even more so now because I’ve gotten healthy. I’m only twenty-five, and I never miss my period. It comes like clockwork which means that my body is working just fine. If even a drop of you gets in me at the right time in my cycle, you know what’s going to happen.”

  He grows serious.

  “You’ll be pregnant.”

  I nod.

  “Yes, and we’re not ready to be parents, Patrick. Heck, we only just said “I love you” to one another tonight. So how can we entertain the thought of a child?”

/>   I expect Patrick to agree wholeheartedly, but he merely shrugs and shoots me a cocky grin.

  “I don’t know. It doesn’t sound so bad to have a baby together, does it?”

  My heart does about three cartwheels in a row as my stomach drops to my feet.

  “What?” I stammer.

  He shrugs again, a devilish look on that handsome face. His outline is dark in the night sky, but it’s huge and pulses heat even through the cold air.

  “It doesn’t seem so bad to have a baby together,” he repeats in a deceptively casual tone. “I’m thirty to your twenty-five, honey, and I’m ready to be a daddy, if that’s what’s in store for me.”

  I can hardly breathe as my heart pitter-patters at a rapid pace.

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “Why not?” he shrugs. “I’d love to have a baby with you, Maisie. You’d be a wonderful mommy.”

  The air whooshes out of my lungs.

  “But how?” I ask plaintively. “I mean, of course the biology is pretty easy. But we’re just so … I don’t know. Unprepared?”

  He grins again while taking my trembling hand in his own.

  “Speak for yourself, sweetheart. I’m prepared. If anything, I’d love to see you grow even rounder with my child, and you know what? I’ve always wanted to have a brood of rugrats. What do you say to three or four children? Or even five?”

  I’m completely taken aback even as my heart leaps with joy and wonder. After all, I’d love to have a child with this handsome, commanding man. He’s already done wonders for my self-esteem and body-image, and I know he’d be a great father too. I squeeze Patrick’s hand tentatively with my own.

  “But are you sure?” I ask in a whisper. “You know, once we have a baby, we can’t go back. We can’t return him to the stork.”

  “I’m sure,” he says in a serious tone. “But I understand if you don’t want to have one right this minute, and I understand if you’re afraid that the pulling out method isn’t working too. Why don’t I make you a deal?”

  “What is it?” I ask, barely able to breathe. So many things have happened tonight and I can hardly process it all. He’s said “I love you” twice, and now he’s telling me that he wants babies with me! Who would have guessed?

  Patrick merely grins, reading my mind.

  “Trust me, stranger things have happened, Maisie. You’re a very attractive, eligible young woman, so what man wouldn’t want you? But back to my deal,” he continues. “I don’t love using birth control because condoms feel disgusting, and I know the thought of dousing yourself with chemicals turns you off.”

  I nod.

  “But what else is there?”

  He stares at me in the darkness, that handsome profile arresting and completely still. I can’t read his eyes, but the tension in his frame is palpable.

  “We can do things the back way,” he says. “Give me your bottom cherry, sweetheart, and you won’t get pregnant that way.”

  “What?” I gasp. “Oh my god! Only bad girls do that!”

  He nods, pulling me close so that I’m basically in his lap now. One big hand coasts up beneath my coat to cup a large breast, and that low voice growls directly in my ear.

  “Yes, but you’re my bad girl, aren’t you? You’re my bad, bad, bad girl, and Santa’s going to take your ass cherry for Christmas because of your naughty deeds.”

  Suddenly, heat washes over me in waves and my bottom ring clenches in anticipation. Yes, I want this, and with a deep kiss, Patrick sweeps me into his strong arms as we begin our exploration together.

  11

  Patrick

  I can’t believe I’m doing this. I promised myself that I’d go easy with Maisie because she’s a sweet, innocent thing that doesn’t deserve to lose her ass cherry on the roof of some random stranger’s house during a cold winter night. Yet, suddenly, I can’t wait any longer. I need in, and I’m going to take her.

  Fortunately, I’ve already scoped out the terrain, and I stride a few steps with Maisie’s lovely weight in my arms before clambering into Santa’s sleigh. It’s a huge thing. The homeowners spared no expense, and Santa and his transportation this year are actually larger than life size. The sleigh has the dimensions of a generous life raft, and even with St. Nick sitting on the bench, there’s still plenty of room on the floor of the sleigh for a passionate coupling.

  “Oh my god,” whispers Maisie, breaking away from our kiss for a moment. “Are we really going to –?” is her unspoken question.

  “Yes, we are,” I growl, lowering her to the ground before stopping to whip off my jacket to place beneath her. “Daddy needs your bottom cherry, baby girl, and he can’t wait anymore. It’s mine.”

  She mewls a bit and looks around. Fortunately, the walls of the sleigh are pretty high, so the people looking up from below can’t see us. We’re basically alone in our aerie, and it’s quite cozy too. Again, the sides of the sleigh are quite high. They block the wind, and as a result, we have our own little nest to make love in.

  “I know this isn’t what you envisioned,” I growl. “But I need you now, honey. I need that juicy bottom milking my shaft asap, and I can’t wait.”

  Maisie’s cheeks are flushed but she gets it immediately and strips out of her clothes in a flash. Oh my god, it’s really happening. I’m going to claim this beautiful girl’s steamy brownie right here, outdoors in December.

  “I’ll make it quick,” I rasp. “Bend over.”

  “What?” she squeals.

  “Daddy has to get your ass ready first,” I growl. “I’m going to work you open so that when my shaft comes, you’re ready.”

  Maisie trembles a bit, breasts bobbling, but then she leans over, bracing her weight on her elbows. Her bottom rises in the air and I twitch a bit at the sight. Her white mounds are luscious and ripe, bisected in the middle by a deep crack.

  “Spread your cheeks,” I growl. “Take one in each hand and pull yourself open for me.”

  “What?” she squeals again, turning to look at me with shocked eyes. But before I can repeat the command, her small hands reach backwards and grip a cheek in each palm before pulling them open and revealing that tight, coffee-colored hole. Oh shit. Here it is.

  Like a desperate man, I lean forward and begin to press kisses to her rim.

  “Sweetheart, you taste so good,” I moan deliriously. “So sweet.”

  She moans as well, her eyes drifting shut.

  “But how is that even possible?” she asks. “It’s dirty back there!”

  “It’s not dirty,” I rasp before easing my tongue into her dark channel. She squeals, jolting a bit, as I sample the muskiness of her back end. “If I want you to come with my tongue here, then you’re going to come, hear?”

  But Maisie’s too far gone now. What we’re doing is too filthy for the innocent girl to fathom, and with a jerk and a high shriek, she explodes on my face. Her chamber spasms around my tongue as her pussy pulses and drips, the fluid begging to be licked.

  However, I keep my tongue firmly planted in her backside because she needs to get used to the sensation of a man in here. When she’s done with her mewling and crying, I pull out, savoring the nasty sight. Her brownie blinks at me, relaxed and as loose as it’s going to get right now.

  “Do you like this?” I growl, lining up behind her before pressing my enormous head against that tiny hole. “Is this what dirty girls crave?”

  “Oh, it is,” she moans, her lashes fluttering shut once more. “Give it to me, Daddy St. Nick.”

  With that, I slide deep inside of her bottom hole, and to my surprise, Maisie takes it all with a long, drawn out ooohhh!

  “You’re a butt slut, you know?” I rasp, once my full length is embedded in her tight peach. “Taking Daddy’s length all in one go like that. Only bad girls are able to do that.”

  She moans again and wriggles a bit, making me jerk.

  “I know, Daddy, and I’m your naughty girl. Now come in me, like you said you would.” />
  With that, I begin deep, satisfying pounds in and out of that tiny bottom. She wriggles and mewls a bit, but then holds still, enjoying the thorough drill. Her fingers curl with ecstasy, even as those huge breasts sway.

  “Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh YES! So GOOD!” she screams into the night sky. My woman’s ecstasy propels me into the stratosphere as well, and with a roar, I explode into her chamber, dousing her with male jism. Maisie clenches and clamps, pulling my seed deep into that sweet, fertile body, even if this time, it’s not going into the right hole.

  But that’s what my love doesn’t realize. I want to get Maisie pregnant. Seeing my woman grow heavy with my baby is absolutely on the agenda, and the sweet girl just doesn’t know it yet.

  12

  Maisie

  I open the door to the school auditorium with a cheerful smile.

  “Hi Mrs. James,” I say to the elderly lady on my right. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

  Mrs. James bobs her purple-tinted hair and limps in with her cane.

  “Thank you, dearie. Yes, I always come to City Council meetings because a lot of important things happen each month! Is this your first?”

  “It is,” I confirm with a smile. “But I’m really looking forward to it because I’m interested in the development of our town, and this is the place where things happen.”

  Of course, I don’t tell Mrs. James that the real reason I’m here is because my boyfriend’s application for a business permit will be heard by the Council tonight. I’m extraordinarily excited and here to support Patrick in his commercial venture. When he first told me about his supplements line, I was amazed and in awe.

  “I didn’t even know this was in the works,” I said, stammering a bit. “What an incredible idea.”

  He grinned, gripping my hand tightly.

  “I know, but a lot of fitness entrepreneurs have had the same thought. We all want to get into supplements because that’s where the real money is. Think about it, baby. I’m only one man, so I have limited time to see clients for personal training. But the supplements won’t be like that. Potentially, we’ll be able to sell an unlimited amount, both through my shop, my on-line store, here at the gym, and also on various platforms. I’ve already applied for a vendor account on Amazon, and I just got approved.”