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Story: Taylor (Glendale Magic #3)
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Taylor
T his was one of the best Christmas days Taylor could remember. Yes, he loved his Christmas back home with his mom in Nova Scotia, but spending this time with Alice was something else altogether. They were curled up on the couch, and he was playing his favorite video game from his childhood while she sketched.
This was perfect. He had never been around someone this easy to be around this fast. He guarded his alone time, but time with Alice was even better than time alone.
That thought had been knocking around in his head all day. There would be complications when they left this cabin. It would be in the middle of hockey season, which took every bit of his focus. He was either on the ice or recovering from it. Some guys could balance a healthy social life and other commitments. Sadly, he wasn’t one of them. His sensory needs demanded he had down time, and that was hard to find during the season.
That alone was enough to make this untenable, but when you added the fact that she was his coach’s daughter, it felt completely out of the realm of possibility. But as he looked at her in the cutest Christmas pj’s he’d ever seen, her rainbow hair pulled up in a bun, the illogical part of him thought it just might be time to give it a go. He hadn’t decided which part to give over to yet, but he still had a few days.
“What are you working on?” he asked, giving her toes a little shake.
She clutched the book to her chest. “I’m not showing you!”
He couldn’t help it. He pounced on her, tickling her side. “Show me.”
She tried to fight him off as best as she could, laughing.
“Stop, stop!” she called out. “I’ll show you when I’m done.”
He stopped. “When you’re done?”
She nodded. “When I’m done.”
The tickling was over, but he was still laying on the couch between her legs, so he took this opportunity to kiss her. She opened to him instantly, and he got lost in another sweet Alice kiss. The day had been full of sweet Alice kisses, and he adored it. He adored her.
Alice pulled back, sat her sketchbook face down on the coffee table, and made her way into the kitchen. He was tempted to peek at what she’d been drawing all day, but he could wait until she showed him.
“Do you want anything to drink?” she called from the kitchen.
“Nope, I’m good,” he said as he unpaused his video game.
He had spent hours and hours of his childhood dissociating into this game. Whether it was after a hard day at school or a game, these games tended to turn off parts of his brain like nothing else. He hadn’t played this game in a long time, and it just added to the magic of this sexy little holiday stuck in the cabin with Alice.
Alice came out, carrying a mug of something, tea or hot chocolate. But she also brought a big bowl of popcorn. Upon further inspection, he saw M&M’s in there again with other things.
“What do we got going on here?” he asked as he surveyed the bowl. “It looks like we have M&M’s.”
“Of course.”
“Are these Snow Caps?” he said, raising one of the chocolate lumps with little white dots.
“Yep!”
“And what are these?” He pulled out what looked like a pretzel ball.
“Try it.”
He looked at her skeptically.
While he wasn’t a picky eater per se, he definitely wasn’t a fan of surprising textures. But as he looked at it, it didn’t seem too bad. So, he popped it in his mouth. It had the crunch of a pretzel, but it was chewy in the middle. It was good.
“What are those?” he asked, looking around in the popcorn for another.
“Those are caramel pretzel balls. One of the candy shops in town makes them. I only ever get them when I’m here at the cabin, and I love them,” she said, digging for one herself.
The saltiness of the pretzel and the sweet chew of the caramel was amazing.
“These are good,” he said, then popped another in his mouth.
Alice hopped off the couch, and Taylor couldn’t help but take in her round ass as she made her way into the kitchen. They hadn’t done much today except kiss, but he was hoping she would be up for more later. Even though he had an idea, he didn’t really know how to bring it up, but he had a feeling she was feeling it, too.
“Here,” she said, handing him a bag of the local candy.
He took the bag from her and examined it before popping another one in his mouth. She settled down at the end of the couch, putting her cute little feet in his lap as he got back to his video game. How was such a simple ordinary moment absolute perfection?
He was at a stopping point in his game, so he set his controller on the coffee table.
Just looking at her brought him joy. That was not something he had ever experienced before. Even the cute little toes on his lap made him want to suck on them... Never a thought he’s had before.
He rubbed her feet and colorful toenails.
She looked up from her sketch pad with a smile.
“I think I’m ready for bed,” he said.
“Oh, are you tired?”
“No.”
The look he gave her made her squirm on the couch, and this woman was fucking perfect. The slow, sexy grin creeping over her face had him wanting to drop to his knees for this woman.
“Did you have something else in mind?”
“I had a few things in mind... mostly, I just want to get my mouth on that delicious pussy again.”
Her mouth fell open, and she sat there, gaping at him.
“If that sounds like something you’re interested in,” he said, rubbing her feet and calves, then inching up higher.
Setting her feet on the floor, he stood and turned off the tv before turning to her and offering his hand. She took it easily and allowed herself to be pulled off the couch. Once she was standing, he snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her close.
“I love the way your body feels against mine,” he whispered in her ear as he let his hand roam and hold all that softness to him.
“You do?” she asked, sounding surprised.
He pulled back. “I really fucking do,” he said, giving her a squeeze. “Are you kidding me? I could get lost in these curves for days.”
“What’s stopping you?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow.
He groaned before taking her mouth with his in a passionate kiss. He took control of her mouth, and she completely submitted to it. That feeling of being in control over something so soft and precious was something he enjoyed immensely. But then she bit his bottom lip and took a little more control of the kiss, and he found he enjoyed that just as much.
That was something he liked about Alice. Taylor set his life up, so he always knew what to expect. His brain worked in such a way that he could recognize patterns to tell what was going to happen in just about anything from being on the ice to watching a movie. But with Alice, she kept surprising him. And while being surprised wasn’t something he generally enjoyed, he found the way she was full of surprises refreshing because they were the best possible surprises.
He let her control the kiss for another long moment before breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against hers. “Come upstairs with me,” he panted.
She nodded.
As they climbed the stairs, he took a moment to stop on the landing that overlooked the living room and the big bay windows of the cabin. Outside was still, blanketed in white snow, except for the snowman’s pop of color from the scarf. The glow came from the Christmas tree, showing the couch he had enjoyed relaxing on all day. From the video game controller placed on the coffee table next to the sketch pad and colored pencils Alice had set down and the fuzzy blanket still looking like it was just waiting to be snuggled in, all of it reminded him of this one perfect day.
Alice slipped her hand into his as they looked out over the remains of one of the best Christmases he’d ever had.
“Ya know how you asked me yesterday what my favorite Christmas was?”
She nodded.
“I think today might have replaced it,” he said, tucking a lock of colorful hair behind her ear.
Her instant grin warmed his heart.
“I feel the same way,” she said with a wide-eyed innocence he just couldn’t get enough of.
But when those big innocent eyes said, Why don’t you take me to bed? he was fucking done for.
For someone who didn’t have much experience, she sure didn’t seem to have a confidence problem.
He followed her into the bedroom, giving thanks for the snowstorm and the chance meeting with his coach in the airport.
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