SATED: #3 in the Fit Trilogy (14 page)

“HO HO HO! How do I look?”

Her boyfriend was standing there in a full Santa costume complete with a fake beard and a huge bulk of padding around his middle. Violet almost choked. “Um, you look festive. And oddly sexy. Am I supposed to be attracted to Santa?”

“I don’t see why not. He’s a big, strapping man. Cares about kids, knows how to direct an army of elves. A lot of women find that type of power attractive.”

Violet held on to the counter as she looked him up and down. He’d included Santa’s signature white gloves. “So is this for me or…?”

“It’s for you. You said you missed your window to get your picture taken at the mall with Santa.”

“Yeah, I’m not battling a sea of kids and stressed out parents in this cast.”

“So take pictures with your own private Santa.” Grant came toward her, slipping a large hand under the hem of her shirt. It was a challenge to keep her eyes open. “And I thought we could do a little role playing. You can tell Santa how nice and how naughty you’ve been, and Santa can dole out presents or punishments accordingly.”

Violet was definitely wet now. They hadn’t had sex since he’s gotten back from Florida. She was still shaken up from her tumble and he was just worried about her getting better. Sex hadn’t come up, until now.

“What do you say?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me your safe words.”

Violet
did
close her eyes then as a shiver rippled over her body. She had no clue how Grant did it, slipped so easily from being this sweet, silly doof of a guy to being one of the sexiest, commanding men she’d ever met, but every time all it took was a simple change in his voice, a look, a touch or a few simple words and she was right there with him, ready to go and more than willing to submit.

She looked back up into his deep blue eyes. “Yellow if I need you to pull back and Red if I need you to stop.”

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you step into Santa’s workshop.”

Violet shrieked as Grant scooped her up and carried her over to his oversized rocking chair beside the couch. At first Violet thought it was a weird thing for a single man to have in his living room, but the piece of furniture had worked its way into a lot of their games. It might get a lot of use in other ways, down the road.

When they were situated Grant pulled out his phone and started snapping pictures of the two of them. Some were intentionally sweet. He pulled down the beard for a few so you could actually see his face and then they took a couple silly shots. Violet stuck her finger up his nose in one and her tongue in his mouth for another. Her favorites ended up being of the one of them sharing a simple kiss and the one where Grant is licking her face.

“So tell me, Violet. What do you want for Christmas?”

Violet let out a light sigh even though her mind was racing.
I want to stop being a scared ass and just tell you. I want you to be happy. I want you to tell me you want this because I think I do. I want you tell me it’s going to be okay, that I’m not ruining my career. That this will work.

“I think I just want you, Santa.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

“You should show me.”

“Switch seats with me, please.”

“Not a problem.” Grant stood and gently deposited Violet into the rocking chair. She went right for the large belt. Grant caught on and tossed the pillow he had against his stomach then started unbuttoning the jacket, revealing his tight abs under his tank top.

Violet pulled his huge cock out of his boxers and went right to sucking it. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth and between her fingers. He rocked his hips in time with the bobbing of her head, stroking her hair and murmuring nasty, sweet nothings until his came down her throat.

“Was that good enough for Santa?” she asked between final licks over the head of his cock.

“Oh yeah.” Grant squeezed his eyes shut, something he always did after he came, but wasn’t done playing with her yet. Proof was the intense look on his face when he started pulling off the white gloves. He dropped to his knees and slowly started working Violet’s pajama pants and underwear down her thighs. He was careful pulling both over her cast and more careful as he spread her legs apart. He slid his fingers into her waiting cunt making Violet whimper. He used his other hand to grip the back of her head.

“I want you to come for me.”

“Yes. Oh god, I will.”

Grant did that thing he did, read her perfectly, did exactly the right thing. Sometimes she needed it soft and sweet and a little slow, but not today. She wanted it rough. He stood up straighter, pressing their foreheads together as he delivered the finger fucking of a lifetime. Violet couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt, how badly she was wanted to come. How much she loved him. She just blurted it out.

“Oh god! Fuck. Grant, I’m pregnant!”

Grant froze, then yanked his fingers back. Violet let out a laugh that sounded a little manic. “You weren’t hurting me.”

“Are–are you sure? I–I” He smoothed his hands over her thighs, checking to make sure he hadn’t broken anything on her suddenly delicate body.

“Yes, I’m sure and yes, I am pregnant.”

“How? I mean–” Grant sat back on his knees and shook his head. “When?”

“I’m about seven weeks.”

“That night of the Halloween party.”

Violet smiled, nodding. “Yeah.” She’d been on the pill and they used condoms frequently, but not always. And it only took one time, that one percent of ineffectiveness. They’d gone to a costume party at the bondage club Grant belonged to and fucked until sun up in one of the private rooms. Condom free.

“Is this okay?” Violet had already made up her mind. They had passing conversations about kids and family, but they hadn’t discussed marriage or kids of their own. Still, Grant looked surprised at her question.

“Yes! Of course it’s okay.”

And now Violet was crying, happy tears though. Grant kissed her, wiping her face. “I would have asked you to marry me months ago if I thought you would say yes.”

He had a point. Violet had a feeling that Grant had made up his mind about her, that he wanted to be with her forever. She wanted that too, but she wanted to spend more time just being with him. They could take things slowly, move in together first. After a year or two, talk about getting engaged and she wanted to give her career more time before she thought about kids, but none of that had happened and now there was another human being on the way.

“How do you feel about it?” he asked.

Her hand went to her stomach. She’d been doing that a lot lately. “Good. Scared shitless, but good. There’s a lot I’m unpacking about being adopted and having my own kid, but I want her or him. And you.”

“Can I be a little selfish and say this is the best Christmas present you could have ever given me?”

“You’re never selfish.” And that was the truth.

“Or maybe all my selfishness just involves loving you.” Grant kissed her one more time, a kissed that morphed into more, a declaration or a pact and then proof that Violet desperately still wanted to come. She took his hand and guided back it between her legs.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered against her lips.

“You don’t have to.” Violet gripped his wrist and rocked a little closer. “I need you.”

Grant looked her in the eye and she knew he meant it when he said “I need you too.”

About the Author

Rebekah was raised in Southern New Hampshire and now lives in Southern California with a great human, one cat whom she loves dearly and another cat she wants to take back to the shelter.

Her interests include Wonder Woman collectibles, cookies, James Taylor, whatever Nicki Minaj is doing at any given time, quality hip-hop, football, American muscle cars, large breed dogs, and the ocean. When she's not working, writing, reading, or sleeping, she is watching HGTV and cartoons or taking dance classes. If given the chance, she will cheat at UNO.

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First Edition: April 2015

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Editor: Anya Richards

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.