Page 89 of Mistletoe Mistake
“I do,” he confirmed immediately. “As soon as possible.”
“It will take me a little while to make the arrangements,” I said, trying to temper his enthusiasm just enough that he wasn't disappointed that I couldn’t go with him the next day. “But I'd love to, Cole.”
He leaned forward, took my face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “You don't know how happy that makes me, Gemma.”
“I think I do, if it's anywhere near as happy as it makes me.”
He kissed my cheek, then down to my neck, and I started to melt against him. He'd never been gentle or tender like this. As much as I loved his rough side, the unusualness of this softer treatment made it even more special.
“Wait, there's one more thing we need to talk about,” I told him before I completely lost my train of thought.
“What's that?” he murmured, his lips still nuzzled against my neck.
“The bet. You wore the hat tonight with me, so now you owe me a favour.”
He laughed, his lips vibrating against my skin. “Alright. What do you want from me, Gemma?”
I pulled back so I could see his face. This had been the thing I wanted to ask him ever since he first told me the story of what had happened with Samantha, and I really hoped he would agree. “I know you have to leave tomorrow, but will you come back and spend Christmas Eve here with me?”
~Cole~
I wasn't completely sure I'd heard Gemma correctly. “You can ask me for any favour in the world, and you're asking me to spend Christmas Eve with you?”
I couldn't even begin to imagine what Samantha would have asked for if I told her I would give her any favour she wanted. With Gemma, it had never even crossed my mind to be concerned about what she might ask for, and she just proved exactly why I didn't have to be.
“I know it's a difficult memory for you,” she said, her eyes bright as they looked into mine. “So I want to give you a new memory to take its place. We can go to the carol service at Westminster Abbey, then go home and watch Love Actually and all the good British Christmas films. In the morning, you can open the present I got you.”
“You already got me a present?” Nobody shopped for me for fun. In fact, everyone constantly told me I was impossible to buy for. And though it had crossed my mind to gethersomething, I hadn't actually bought anything yet.
“Yes, but don't get your hopes up,” she warned me with a teasing smile. “It didn't cost me anything.”
That intrigued me even more. What would she have got me for free? Had she made something? What hidden talents did she have that I had yet to discover? I couldn't wait to find out.
My last few Christmases had been less than memorable. If I didn’t make plans to work, my sister insisted that I stay with her and her family, and as much as I liked my sister's family, I preferred to spend the day working. There was nothing like watching a happy family on Christmas morning to make me even more aware of what I had lost.
Gemma offered me an entirely different kind of Christmas, and as long as I spent it with her, I knew it would be one I would never forget. “I might have to move some things around, but I'm sure it can be done. After all, you won the bet, fair and square. So, yes. I'll be back here on the 24th.”
Her face lit up in delight, and I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled her to me in a deep kiss before standing up, lifting her off the couch with me and heading for the bedroom.
I honestly hadn't even really known that I would ask her to move in with me until the words were coming out of my mouth, but I didn't regret it, not for a second. Picturing her in my apartment and imagining coming home to her there at the end of the day was the best thing I could imagine.
For three years, I had believed that I didn't want to fall in love again, that what I felt with Samantha wasn't worth the pain I felt after she left. My mistake had been believing that what I felt with her was actually love. In two weeks, Gemma had shown me a deeper connection than I'd ever had with Samantha, and it seemed to be getting stronger every day.
As I’d already told Gemma shortly after we met, when I found something I really wanted, I went for it, all in.
Placing her on her feet, I helped her out of her dress, my lips only leaving hers to pull the dress up over her head. Once I had her naked, I laid her down on the bed, and as I quickly removed all my clothes, a new thought crossed my mind. Telling her to stay put, I headed back to the living room. It took me a few seconds to find it, but eventually I returned to the bedroom with the Santa hat I'd worn at the party placed back on my head.
“You like the hat now, don't you?” Gemma teased, watching me with equal parts humour and lust. “Are you going to be my personal sexy Santa?”
“Exactly,” I confirmed, and her eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't been expecting that, so I explained my logic to her. “If I had won the bet, I was going to ask you to dress back up in that Santa dress of yours so I could fuck you while you were still wearing it, just like I'd planned to do the night we met.”
Just the thought of it made her shiver. I loved her fertile imagination and how she reacted to my words..
“But since you won, it's only fair that you get to have Santa at your service instead.”
With that, I pulled the hat down so the fur trim sat just above my eyes, and I started kissing my way down her body. As I'd hoped, the fur trim of the hat tickled Gemma's skin, adding an extra layer of sensation to the work my lips and tongue were doing. As I got lower, she began squirming even more.
Spreading her legs wide, I pulled the hat down even further, right over my nose. I couldn't see, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that as I tasted Gemma, as my tongue played in her tight, wet pussy, the fur from the hat brushed against her clit. The way her thighs tightened around me and the soft moans I could hear coming from her confirmed just how effective it was.
