Naughty Sleigh Ride (A Santa's Coming Short Story) Read online

  “Oh, my god. What am I going to say to your parents after I stormed out today? They must think I’m a temperamental diva!”

  I turn to find her doubled over, her face in her hands.

  I pull Buster and Sissy to a halt and hop into the passenger area of the sleigh. I kneel at her feet, looking up into her eyes. The moon reflects off the snow giving everything a blue glow.

  “My parents love you. They love your family, and they love the idea of the ranch staying with you.” I cup her cheeks in my hands and the fire inside me roars to life. “We can explain everything to them. They will understand.” I smile and lean my face next to hers.

  “Well, we probably shouldn’t explain everything.” She smiles wickedly at me and bites her lip.

  I lean forward and lick her mouth where she bites down on it. “No. You’re right. They wouldn’t understand.”

  Buster and Sissy lurch forward, no longer willing to wait for us. The sleigh shushes along the trail, the horses so used to the journey they really don’t need a guide.

  Amelia slips her hand to my waist and undoes my belt and my jeans. I flip my boots off and shove them under the front seat. The chill of the night air raises a waft of steam off my rigid cock that makes us both laugh.

  “Wow, you’re so hot,” she says. She bends and takes me into her mouth. I watch her sucking me under the moonlight, her hair shining like frost. She pulls away and I grab her by the back of her neck and pull her up to me. I want my mouth on her mouth.

  I slip her boots off gently and place them next to mine; it wouldn’t be good if anything fell off the sleigh. When her boots are safely stowed, I unbutton her jeans and grab the waist and pull them down as she shimmies out of them.

  She tugs on my shirt buttons and gets only the first couple undone before I lose patience and pull both my button down and my tee shirt over my head. The night air is freezing. I move onto the seat next to her and pull the fleece over us. Once under the covers of the heat and the blankets, she bites on my ear as she climbs onto my lap, facing me.

  I take her breast into my mouth and feel her pulse under her skin. Her heart is racing in time with mine.

  She gets up on her knees and takes hold of my cock and settles down on top of it and I am in heaven.

  “You’re an angel. Snow angel.” I’m not sure I’ve even said the words aloud when she whispers back.

  “Spread my wings.”

  I lose myself inside her. Her pussy is so wet with desire, it’s so easy to disappear. She thrusts against me hard and again, and again, oblivious to the moans she’s releasing into the night.

  I watch her face, her mouth open, her eyes closed, her body writhing as she rides me.

  As if sensing me watching, she opens her eyes and sits up, moving slower now, concentrating.

  She climbs off me and turns around, arching her back over the back of the seat. Her body steams in the icy air. I move her hair over one shoulder and kiss her back, feeling the gooseflesh rise up to meet my lips.

  She looks back at me, panting hard, pinching her nipples. “Take me. Take all of me.”

  I pull the blanket up over us and move in. I cup her ass, delighting in the way it fits in my hand. She’s so small I feel like I might break her if I’m not careful. I lean against her ass, my cock pressing hard against her entrance. I run my fingers over her pussy, and guide myself in, feeling the heat as I take her on.

  Her body responds with pressure and my cock feels like it might just explode. I force myself to slow down. I want to make her come hard. I want us to come together. I reach around and finger her clit. She whimpers and bounces up and down on my cock. Oh, god. She’s the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and she’s here. She’s mine.

  We move in time. We were made for this. I hold her as she bucks and moans, watching her fuck me with her angelic face.

  Her body goes taut and I pound into her, moving in time and letting myself go. We release in the same moment. I groan with pleasure and exhaustion as she turns to me and smiles.

  We lay on the bench, her head on my chest, the fleece blankets wrapped around us. At some point during our naughty sleigh ride, Buster and Sissy pulled over and parked under the moon. The heater clicks as it cycles, pumping out nice toasty air.

  “Hi,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine.

  “Hi,” I respond, kissing her forehead.

  “We haven’t met. I’m Amelia Blaze, my parents own this mountain.”

  “Nice to meet you. I am Damon Vaughn, and I’d like to spend the rest of my life proving to you just how happy I am to know you.”

  ONE YEAR LATER

  AMELIA

  The car door slams in the driveway and Jules is there, a gigantic picnic basket in her hands. “I brought linner!” she says as she navigates the snowy path to the door. The day got away from us with all the preparations and Jules came to the rescue with a late lunch/early dinner.

  “Oh good, I am starving!” I’m holding the ladder as Damon adds yet more Christmas lights to the outside of the ranch house. Everything looks perfect. He’s perfect, and from this angle, I am enjoying the view of his perfect ass.

  Jules stands next to me, admiring the progress we’ve made. From here, the painted wooden sign declaring Wintersong Ranch and B&B twinkles with frost under the lights. “It’s really something, Mel. I am proud of you. But it’s really cold out so I’ll be inside!”

  Everything is just right for the grand opening of Wintersong this weekend. We’re sold out for the Christmas Season, and Jules is on hand to help out wherever she’s needed.

  Damon hops down off the low rung and gives me a peck on the lips. “How does it look?”

  I smile and peck him back. “Everything is perfect.”

  He tilts his head. “Well, not everything…”

  “What?” Panic grips my throat. We have guests arriving in the morning and we’re running out of time to fix things. “What else is there to do?” I look around at the front of the B&B, at the spruce trees all lit up with white lights and the garland framing all the windows and doors. When I get back to Damon, he’s on his knees.

  “What?” I look around like he’s dropped something.

  “Amelia Rosamund Blaze, I love you. Meeting you for Christmas last year was the best gift I thought I could ever have. I love you more than I thought it was possible to love another person. I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?”

  Tears rush from my eyes and I’m a puddle. “Oh, Damon. I love you. How did I ever get so lucky to find you? Of course I will marry you!”

  He puts the ring on my finger and whispers, “Merry Christmas,” as he scoops me up.

  I kiss him over and over whispering, “I love you. I love you. I love you. You know what?”

  “Hmm?” He’s nuzzling my neck.

  “You’re the greatest Christmas gift of all.”

  Suddenly Jules is there, and she’s taking pictures on her phone. Damon puts me down and we stand there with our arms around each other, taking in the view of the valley.

  I nestle into his chest. “How did we get here? It’s like a dream, my love.”

  He hums. “Eh, it’s Buster’s fault, but I’ll take all the credit.”

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  Fiona Starr lives her happily ever after in the mountains of Aspen, Colorado with her hunky husband and their fleet of fur babies.

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  Thank you for reading NAUGHTY SLEIGH RIDE! I hope you enjoyed meeting Amelia and Damon.

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