Landslide (9 page)

Chapter 11

She looked spectacular. When I’d told her I liked skirts, I’d expected something that looked a bit like a little girl. Instead, she was dressed like a professional woman, looking very sexy. I’d wanted her the entire time we were in the lounge, and sitting across the aisle from her on the plane was torture. The icing on the cake, though, was when that asshole started talking to her.

The punk looked at her breasts more than he looked at her face. I don’t know what it was about her, but the thought of any other guy even looking at her made my blood boil. I knew I had no right; we weren’t in a committed relationship. Hell, we weren’t in a relationship at all.

I continued my conversation with Carter, though I was only half paying attention. Eventually, she fell asleep, as did everyone in the first class cabin. I hated that she was sleeping next to that creep. He only wanted her for one thing.
I knew it was hypocritical of me to be thinking that way, though; it was her body I coveted, as well. The difference was, I’d already had her, and she’d loved every minute. It seemed like a perfect time to remind her of that fact.

With a raging erection, I stood and headed to the lavatory at the front of the plane. The flight attendant was reading a book and didn’t even look up as I walked by. That was good for me. Rather than jerk off to the memory of her pussy, I could have the real thing. I’d noticed her phone
had been lying on her thigh, so I was hoping she’d hear it if I sent her a text.

I punched in the letters quickly. “Lavatory. Front of plane. Now.”

After a few minutes of waiting, the door opened and she walked in nervously.

I reached over and flipped the lock so that the occupied sign showed to anyone who walked by. Then, without a word, I spun her around so she faced the mirror. Taking the silver necklace from my pocket, I dangled it in front of her, making her eyes light up as I fastened it around her neck. I pulled up her skirt, exposing black lace panties that made my dick drip with anticipation. There wasn’t much room in the lavatory, so I knew undressing would be near impossible. Pushing them aside instead, I felt her wet folds.

I loved how she was always wet and ready for me. Dropping my pants, I freed the one eyed monster and rolled on a condom.

Spreading her legs and lifting her slightly, I impaled her with my cock. Her eyes opened wide as I thrust into her again and again while she bit her lip and held her breath to keep quiet. I knew I should have been taking it easy on her, but I needed to reclaim her as mine.

Bending forward, I growled in her ear. “My pussy.”

“Yes,” she panted.

I almost came from that one word alone, but by sheer will power I held off. I wanted more of her.

I slid my hand up and under her shirt to feel the lacy cups of her bra. My touch wasn’t gentle as I tugged on her nipples and squeezed her breasts, nor was it gentle when my other hand slid up her thigh and reached around to pinch her clit. There was nothing soft or gentle about anything I was doing. It was primal; I was claiming what was mine, and would have done it in front of that asshole if it were possible—bent her over the seat and fucked her right before his eyes, then pulled out and come all over her.

“Mine,” I growled again.

“Yes,” she whimpered.
 

It was only then that I realized the state she was in. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. I’d raised her top enough to see that I’d left red marks where I’d pinched and pulled on her breasts, and I could see the muscles of her flat stomach start to ripple. I knew she was fighting off an orgasm of her own.

“Open your eyes,” I demanded. “This is what it looks like to be thoroughly fucked. Remember the look in your eyes.”

I pounded into her hard while raising both hands to her breasts. “My tits,” I growled in her ear.

“Yes,” she panted.

Lowering them to her pussy, I spread her lips with one hand and pinched her clit with the other, all while continuing to pound into her. “My pussy.”

“Mmmmmm, yes.”

“Mine…mine…mine.”

I emptied myself into the condom as she came all over my cock. Only when we were finished did I realize the level of noise we must have made.

She was still breathing hard when I pulled out of her and removed the condom. After cleaning up as best as I could and disposing of it, I fixed her sweater and pulled her skirt down. She hadn’t moved yet, though her breathing had finally slowed.

Spinning her around, I kissed her lips hard, knowing I was likely bruising them. She didn’t protest, though…just opened her mouth and allowed me to tongue fuck her.

I kissed my way to her ear and whispered, “What I want, how I want, and when I want.” She let out a strangled whimper. I then removed the necklace and put it back in my pocket. “Now, get that hot little ass back to your seat and get some sleep so that you’re well rested, because I’m going to fuck your pussy every chance I get when we’re in London.”

Sadly, the next chance I got was two days later. I barely saw her after the flight. We had each made it back to our seats undetected, and I loved watching her fall asleep, but as soon as the plane landed we went our separate ways. We were staying at the same hotel, of course, but I had meeting after meeting. Even my nights were taken up with social obligations.

I’d thought about going to visit her in the middle of the night, but since she was sharing a suite with Carter, it would have been damn near impossible to pull off.

The one chance we did get was unfortunately much too short. After Carter and I had finished a meeting, he said he wanted to stop off and see another client. I knew I’d have half an hour, and I used it to the fullest, fucking her tight pussy raw. It was wonderful, but I needed more.

The perfect opportunity for some alone time arose during a meeting with Nigel Ashworth, a member of the House of Commons, the next day.

“Will you be returning to the States for holiday tomorrow?” Nigel asked as we were concluding our meeting.

“No, we plan to stay here through the
New Year,” Carter replied.

“You can’t spend Christmas in a hotel. I have a place an hour or so from here. It’s our summer home, but it’s lovely this time of year, as well.”

“We couldn’t impose,” I responded, though it did sound nice.

“Nonsense. It would be no imposition at all. We won’t even be in the country. We’re heading to France to spend Christmas with my wife’s family. I’d much rather be with you, though.”

We laughed, but he took Carter’s hand. “Seriously, Carter, I insist. Your daughter is here, and a hotel is no place for a family to celebrate Christmas. Head up tomorrow morning.”

“I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon.”

“Have Max take her and then you can join them later,” Nigel countered.

Alone time with Mackenzie? I had to jump on the opportunity.

“Actually, that’s a great idea. We can have a home cooked meal for once. Mackenzie can stop at a store and get food for dinner on Christmas Eve and Christmas day. It would be nice to get away from the city for a while, too.”

“See? It’s settled, then. I’ll have the key delivered to your hotel later tonight.”

Carter didn’t object, and I tried to contain the excitement I felt. I wanted to leave at the crack of dawn so that I’d have even more time alone with my babygirl.

Setting out right after breakfast, we headed toward the country, stopping off at a market and loading the trunk with tons of food.

Mackenzie looked spectacular, as usual, dressing in a long grey sweater over navy blue leggings. As much as I wanted to pull over and fuck her senseless, I wanted to get to know her more.

Our conversation was light, talking about our likes and dislikes. I asked her about how school was going, and she told me she was considering a major in political science. For a moment, I fantasized about having her work on my campaigns.

Before I knew it, we had pulled into the driveway of the summer home. I’d been expecting a small cottage, but it was a two story home that had to be several thousand square feet.

The inside was immaculate. There was a large kitchen, a dining room, a spacious great room, and a small theater room on the first floor. The second floor had three generously sized bedrooms. I put my bag in the room at the top of the stairs and Mackenzie’s in the room next door. I hated having to put her bag in a room that wasn’t mine, but Carter would be here in about six hours, so we wouldn’t be able to share.

She’d finished putting the groceries away by the time I walked into the kitchen. She watched me cross the room, but her eyes weren’t on me; they were fixated on the silver chain I held in my hand. After I placed it around her neck, she looked up at me and said in a sweet voice, “Hi, Daddy.”

I’d been rushed with her on the plane and the other day at the hotel, but this afternoon, I would be able to take my time.

It was slow and sensual. She gave herself to me completely as we found pleasure from each other. Two hours later, while she lay in my arms on one of the beds, I heard her stomach rumble.

I loved that she blushed at the sound. “Let’s make something to eat.” She sat up and I wrapped a sheet around her. “You were wonderful, little girl.”

I reached up to remove the necklace, because as much as I wanted to play Daddy, I wanted Mackenzie time a bit more.

“Let’s go into town for lunch.” We had passed a little village about ten miles from the house.

It was Christmas Eve, and I wasn’t sure if anyone would be open, but we were lucky. There were several shops that we were able to stop in. I loved watching the way her eyes lit up as she looked at the different trinkets.

She went over to the tree that was in the center of the shop. “I love Christmas trees. They’re so magical.” Glancing around to see that we were alone, I pulled her toward me and kissed her on the lips. Mackenzie was right; it did feel magical.

“Let’s get one,” I said, causing a huge smile to spread across her face.

“I want to make it look just like this one,” she giggled.

“Great! Pick out the trimmings, and make sure to get a star for the top.”

“You mean angel,” she said, biting her lip.

“No, a star goes on the top of a tree. You know, the star shined down, and all…”

She put her hands on her hips. “Angels go on top of Christmas trees. The angels looked down from on high.”

It was a playful argument, but it was fun to see her defend her position.

“We need someone impartial,” I laughed, noticing the shopkeeper watching us with a smile. “Excuse me, Miss,” I asked the woman who had to be in her seventies, causing her smile to widen. “Would you please inform this
lady
that it is indeed a star that should top a Christmas tree?”

“Don’t let him bully you or sweet talk you,” Mackenzie interrupted. “Everyone knows it’s an angel that should top the tree.”

The woman laughed and said that she would be right back. When she returned, she handed Mackenzie an angel made of glass. In the angel’s hands was a large star.

“Perfect,” we both murmured, looking into each other’s eyes.

“Let me wrap that up for you. If you want a tree, Henry might still be open. I’d hurry, though.”

I left Mackenzie in the shop to pick out the trimmings while I walked down the block to find Henry and his trees.

After choosing one and tying it to the top of the car, I started back toward Mackenzie. A snow globe in the window of another little shop caught my eye as I passed. It was a couple standing in front of a Christmas tree kissing. The scene in the globe looked just like the one I’d shared a bit ago—except there had been no snow—and I wanted Mackenzie to have it. I knew we couldn’t be together often, so I wanted her to remember that moment.

I entered the shop and took the snow globe from the window. A woman, who reminded me of my mother in age and demeanor, stood behind the counter.

“Oh, I’m sorry. That isn’t for sale. It’s simply a decoration.”

“Are there more? It’s a gift and would mean a lot to me.
You see...she really likes Christmas trees. Just name your price.”

The woman looked at me and smiled. “There is no price, but you may have it. I can tell she means a lot to you.”

I sighed in relief. “Thank you so much. At least let me give you something for it, though.”

“That isn’t necessary, it’s my pleasure. Besides, it was meant to be…look.”

I glanced out the window to see snow begin to fall. Now the scene in the globe looked just like the outside.

“Let me go wrap it up.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Of course I do. It’s a gift!”

I smiled as she searched for a box and then began to wrap it in beautiful silver paper. When she was finished she topped it off with a blue bow.

Deciding to browse the store while I waited, I looked into a nearby display case and saw a delicate, silver snowflake. It hung from a round piece of silver. “Is this a charm?” I asked, bending down to get a closer look. I noticed that it had a small, clear stone in the center.

“That is a special occasion charm designed for a specific bracelet.” She held up a matching bracelet for me to see. “Each charm means something different. For example…” She took the snowflake charm out of the case and handed it to me. “This one will remind her of today.”