Chapter Twenty-Five

Lance

"Mommy makes the best cakes in the world!" Claus cheers as he jumps on top of the bed.

"Yes, she does." I touch his nose. "But you know what? I think maybe you've had a bit too much cake today."

"I did not," he protests.

I chuckle and wrap my arms around him. He squeals and falls on the bed.

"Time to sleep," I tell him.

Claus frowns. "But I'm not sleepy."

"Remember, you have to be a good boy or Santa won't bring your present."

At that, he quickly squeezes his eyes shut. I chuckle.

He opens them again. "Can you read me a story, Daddy? One with Santa in it?"

My eyes fall on the thick red and gold book on the bedside table. I grab it.

"Okay. But just one story."

He nods.

I read the story about Santa and his elves. By the time I'm done, Claus is already asleep. So much for not being sleepy. Well, it's already late, after all.

I pull the covers up to his chin and kiss his forehead.

"Good night," I whisper.

Then I tiptoe out of the room, lock the door and then head downstairs.

Jordan is still in the kitchen. A forkful of cake sits between her fingers.

"Still eating your cake?" I ask.

She stuffs it into her mouth. "Who said you can't bake your cake and eat it, too? Besides, it's yummy."

"I know." I lean on the counter. "Again, congratulations on winning. I can't say how proud I am of you."

Jordan smiles. "Thanks."

I really am proud of her. When she was up there on that stage presenting her cake, I thought my chest would burst. It was the first time I ever felt that way. And when she won, I was the first to jump up and down.

She really is an amazing woman.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask her.

She puts down her fork. "Yes?"

"Why did you say no last night?"

Her expression turns serious. For a moment, awkward silence hangs in the air. Then she breaks it.

"I... I don't want you to marry me just because of Claus," she says. "I know it's the best for Claus, but I'm not just Claus's mother. I'm a woman, too."

My eyebrows arch. She thought I was proposing to her just because she was Claus's mother?

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "And I appreciate that you're trying to protect me, but I don't want you to marry me because of that, either."

I blink. "Jordan, I - "

"What I said earlier at the contest is true. I know it's important to do what's best, to get things right, to aim for perfection, but there's something more important than all that."

Love.

"And I want that. I want that from the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, and I want that for you, too. I want you to be with someone you - "

I cut Jordan off with a full kiss on the mouth. I can't help it. I can't stand listening to her babbling anymore.

After I pull away, she looks at me with wide eyes. Her mouth continues to gape.

I cup her face in my hands. "Let me get this straight. You refused my marriage proposal because you thought I didn't love you."

She says nothing, but the look in her eyes tells me I'm right.

I kiss her again.

"Seriously, Jordan Watts, I'm supposed to be the dense one when it comes to matters like this."

I kiss her again and again. Then she grabs my shoulders and pushes me away.

"Wait. Are you saying that you... love me?"

I sigh. I have to spell it out, huh?

"I love you, Jordan," I confess.

I swear I'll never forget that look she's giving me right now - that look of sheer disbelief - and that smile that's pure joy.

I plant a kiss on her forehead. "I love that you're unlike any woman I've ever met."

I kiss the tip of her nose. "I love your laugh."

I kiss her cheek. "I love your smile."

I hold her shoulders as I kiss the side of her neck. "I love your smell."

She lets out a giggle.

I pull her to her feet and plant a kiss between her breasts. "I love how naughty you are."

I kiss her belly. "I love how you're such an amazing mother."

I take her hand and press my lips to the back of it. "I love how you're such a good baker."

Then I kneel in front of her and kiss the front of her dress right above where I know her underwear is. "And you know I love this part of you."

I grab her ass in my hands and kiss her there some more. She tries to push me away.

"What if Claus comes down?"

"He won't," I assure her as I get to my feet. "He's fast asleep."

"And if he wakes up?"

"I locked the door," I confess.

Her eyebrows furrow. "What?"

"Don't worry. We'll hear him if he starts shouting behind it."

I grab her by the waist and hoist her up on the counter.

Again, Jordan gives me a puzzled look.

"Don't tell me we're doing it here in the kitchen."

"Why not?" My fingers are already pulling the zipper on the back of her dress down. "This is your favorite part of the house."

"But..."

I silence her with another kiss. This time, she wraps her hands around my neck and kisses me back. I taste the sweetness of the cake on her tongue.

It really is yummy.

The zipper of her dress undone, I pull it off her arms and down to her waist. I feel her breasts through the cups of her bra, then I reach for the hook of her bra behind her so I can take it off.

I squeeze her breasts gently as I push my tongue inside her mouth. Her nipples poke against my palms.

She moans.

I break the kiss so I can suck on one of her breasts. Then my eyes see the cake and I get an idea.

"Just a sec," I tell Jordan.

I get some icing from the cake on my fingers.

"What are you doing?" Jordan asks.

"Putting icing on you," I say frankly as I smear it on one of her nipples.

She frowns. I coat the other nipple.

"You did say love was messy."

"I didn't - "

I slip my fingers past her lips as I lick the icing off one of her nipples. She grabs my hand. The tip of her tongue dances around my fingers and the heat travels all the way to my crotch.

I suck on her breast and she sucks on my fingers. Her tongue presses playfully against my fingertips. I start licking her other nipple and she moans around my digits.

I give one hard suck at the mound of flesh before pulling away. Her breasts are clean now but glistening wet. Their stiff peaks point right at me.

I pull my fingers out of her mouth. They, too, have been licked clean but are dripping with her saliva. Another part of me drools inside my briefs.

I pull Jordan off the counter and her dress falls to her ankles. I kiss her again as I slip my wet fingers inside her panties.

It's already wet there, too.

I stroke her a few times. She clings to me as she moans. Her knees quiver.

I stroke her faster. I break the kiss and her moans spill into the air. I take one of her breasts back between my lips and she cries out.

Her hands grip the edge of the counter. Her body arches as she shudders. The silky sheath around my fingers tightens and quivers.

As I pull them out, Jordan gasps for air. I reach for the waistband of her panties to pull them down, but she stops me.

"My turn," she says. Mischief glints in her eyes.

A lump forms in my throat.

Jordan pulls my shirt off as she pushes me against the counter. Then she kneels in front of me and removes my belt. She pops out the lone button on my jeans and then pulls the zipper down with her teeth.

I gasp as her lips brush against my swollen cock.

She pulls down my pants and my briefs but then leaves me hanging. She goes to the table where the cake is and gathers some of the icing with her fingers.

I know exactly what she's going to do.

"So it's payback, is it?"

Instead of answering, Jordan smears the icing on my cock. I suck in a breath as her fingertips rub against my pulsing veins.

Then she licks her own fingers before licking me.

I grip the edge of the counter, plant my feet firmly on the floor and lean back. The tip of her tongue dances around my heated skin, starting from the base all the way to the leaking tip. When it gets there, my eyes fall shut. A hiss escapes my lips.

She presses her tongue against the slit and a shudder goes through me. I grip the marble harder.

She continues licking, this time all the way down, inch by quivering inch. I open my eyes and look at her, but that proves to be a mistake.

Jordan is on her knees, fingers around the base of my hard cock. Her other hand cradles my heavy balls. Her tongue slips in and out of her lips to draw long lines across my sensitive skin. Her eyes are shut, but when they open, they gaze right into mine. And she grins.

I swallow.

Damn. She's enjoying licking my cock completely. And it's fucking hot.

Her tongue reaches my balls. She licks those, too.

I look away, but the image of her licking my cock is glued to my memory. It sends heat spreading through my veins.

Then Jordan takes me inside her warm mouth. My knees shake. My cock quivers against her tongue.

My fingers become lost in her hair. Her hands move to my ass and clutch it firmly.

She moves her head back and forth as she hollows her cheeks. I resist the urge to control her movements. It seems I don't have to, though.

She moves faster. Her tongue and her lips rub against my sensitive skin. The friction sets my cock on fire. Heat swirls in my balls and in my belly.

I tug on the strands of her hair.

"Jordan," I warn as a storm brews inside me.

But she just grips my ass tighter. She just moves her head faster.

"Fuck!"

The curse escapes my lips as I unleash my load into her mouth. My cock jerks against her tongue. She sucks and milks me of every drop.

I push her away. She stands up and licks her lips.

"You... swallowed it?" I look at her with furrowed eyebrows.

Jordan grins.

So do I. "Naughty girl. Come here."

She comes closer. I grab her by the waist and kiss her. I taste myself on her tongue.

"So?" I ask her as I push down her panties. "Sweeter than icing?"

"Almost."

She reaches for my cock, which is still hard. She gives another grin.

"What do you say we have one more round of dessert?" she asks.

I don't answer. I just hoist her up on the counter. Then I grip her thighs and kiss her again as I enter her. She gasps. I let out a deep breath.

Her mouth may be good, but there's nothing quite like being inside her.

I break the kiss as I start jerking my hips. My cock slides in and out of her exquisite passage.

Jordan's arms wrap around me. Her cheek presses against mine. Her hair veils us both.

In spite of the fact that I just came, I can feel fresh heat raging in my balls.

I just can't get enough of her.

She wraps her legs around me as she leans back on her arms. Some baking pans clatter as she sweeps them out of the way to make space.

I suck on her breast as I continue thrusting. Her sweet moans spill out into the air.

Then Jordan pulls my face to hers. Our lips clash. She cups my face in her hands.

"I love you, Lance," she whispers as she looks into my eyes.

My cock swells inside her.

"I love you, Jordan," I say the words again before pounding hard into her.

After a few thrusts, she starts to shudder and gasp. Her arms wrap around me again. I grip her hips and manage a few more before I, too, let pleasure seize me a second time. This time, I spill myself deep inside her before I pull out.

I lean on the counter as I catch my breath. Jordan pants beside me.

Then I put my briefs and my pants back on and grab her hand. One of my knees sinks to the linoleum floor.

"Jordan Watts," I say her name as I look into brown eyes which are still coated in a haze of pleasure. "I'll ask you one more time. Will you be my wife?"

She jumps off the counter and grins. "Only if you have a ring."

"I - "

"Just kidding. You can get me the ring later. Better yet, you can let me choose it."

She pulls me to my feet and gives me a kiss. "Yes, Lance Abram. Nothing would give me greater joy than to marry you."