Thank you, Christmas

Taking my time to walk over, I feel more excitement overtake me the closer I get. Inches from her and I smell the scent that has kept me locked and waiting for two years. The smell that I knew was going to be mine no matter what. The smell I want all over me for the rest of my life. As I approach behind her, I hear her promise the little girl she is going to bake her some hot chocolate cookies and bring them by her room tomorrow. My mouth begins to water as I picture that hot chocolate running down her naked breasts, dripping between her legs, begging for me to sip and suck all that damn sweetness from her. Even with the best part of the holiday covering my sweet girl, nothing will overpower the flavor I know she has been holding between her legs for me. “Can I get some cookies too?” I bend down and whisper in her ear. She jumps nearly tripping over herself, startled. When her hand comes to her chest, I feel guilt overshadow me for a second, before I see the flush spread over her chest, and I know she feels it too. This pull between us.

“Jamison...h-hi.” she whispers, looking down at the floor. The little girl is long gone, making it easier for me to walk to her and invade her space.

“Hi Angel. Are you ready?” I ask, brushing her hair from her face, not bothering with subterfuge. I have waited long enough, and I need her more than air.

“Ready for what?”

“For the rest of your life.” Like I said. I am done waiting.Chapter 3AnaOh my. This cannot be happening. How much eggnog have I had today? I mean I know it was not spiked since it was for the kids, but maybe the nutmeg has me hallucinating. Jamison Mack, the man that has starred in every dream I have had since I was seventeen, is not standing in front of me, asking me if I am ready for a life with him. I mean, it is shocking enough that he is even speaking to me or that his fingers are caressing my face. But this is...this is...I don’t even know what. “I’m sorry. What?”

“I am asking you if you are ready for me. In every way imaginable, Angel. I've been waiting for you for two years and I am done. You belong to me, Ana, and it is time I tell you and show you. As a matter of fact, I am not asking you, baby. Go get your stuff and let’s go home.” well hell, how is a girl supposed to say no to that? Never mind the fact between my legs is getting slicker the more he talks. Discreetly I am trying to squeeze my legs together, hoping this ache abates, trying hard not to let it show, though if his smirk is any indication, he knows exactly what is going on.

“Are you sure you have the right girl? I think you have me mixed up with someone else. Surely this is a mistake.” It has to be. Things like this don’t happen to me. Especially around Christmas.

“No mistake, Angel. You are mine. MINE! Ana. Now, are you going to get your stuff, or am I going to have to throw you over my shoulder and leave it all here?” I wish he would stop talking. Every word out of his mouth makes my panties more and more soaked. “OK. Time’s up.” he makes to put me over his shoulder, and I find myself stepping back in panic.

“Wait. Ok. give me a minute. I can’t leave without telling Taylor and making sure she doesn’t need anything else. Please. A few minutes.” I find myself waiting for him to give me the green light. What in the hell am I doing? Nonetheless, my feet are rooted to this spot anticipating his answer.

“That’s fine baby. I admire your dedication. Go ahead. I will be right here, watching you.” he leans in, his mouth touches mine and I about pass out. Crap. Holy shit. Never in my life did I picture a simple kiss, making me go weak at the knees, ready to do any and everything he said. This man is potent. “Fuck, Angel. You need to move away from me right now. That took more restraint than I have. If you don’t want this whole place to see me maul you right here, walk your little sexy ass across the room and make sure you are free to go.”

“Y-yes. Ok.” I answer my body shaking with adrenaline and apprehension as it hits me that whatever happens tonight, my life is going to change.

“Oh, hi Ana. I thought you would be gone by now.” the organizer of this event says to me as she pulls me into a hug. She has been a fixture in my life since I came to this place. Taylor Lhan is forty years old and looks not a day over thirty. She’s tall, thin, bright red hair and her eyes are shaped like a cat. But the thing I love most about her, is her spirit. She is one of the kindest people I have ever met. The minute we met she sort of became my protector. She looked after me. Took me with her where she could. Made sure I saw things I wouldn't otherwise like the Chicago opera or the Chicago Orchestra. She took me out to fancy dinners and spoiled me in a way that the other kids wouldn’t notice. She was like the mother I never had.