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  His Christmas Cookie

  Alexa Riley

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Christmas Vows

  Chapter 1

  Read Me Romance

  Stalk the Author

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  For those of you alone on Christmas…

  we are with you in your heart.

  His Christmas Cookie

  by Alexa Riley

  Cookie wasn’t looking for love when her sister brought home two hot Russians. But now one of them won’t keep his hands to himself and she’s not sure she wants him to. He’s moved in next door and she can’t help but wonder…what’s he doing over there all alone?

  Frost didn’t plan on falling for his sister-in-law, but one look and he was done for. Now all he’s got to do is convince her he’s the one…before it’s too late.

  Warning: Did we throw in a holiday kidnapping? You bet your sweet tinsel we did! Count on us to deliver all the festive feels while having a big growly alpha save the day!

  Chapter 1

  Cookie

  I stare out the window of my sister's gorgeous Victorian home, but I’d never admit to her that I think the one next door is prettier. Nor would I tell the owner.

  Her white Christmas lights shine in the dark to reveal the snow as it falls. I can hear her behind me humming as she decorates the house for Christmas. Some people might call this extra. She’s always changing and adding to the decorations, but I don’t blame her. This is her home now and where she’ll start growing her own family.

  So many things have changed in such a short amount of time, but I know my sister is happy. In fact, I think she’s the happiest she’s ever been. She’s not only mine anymore, she belongs to Miller now. I hear her giggle behind me, and I don’t have to turn around and look to know it’s something Miller is doing to her. The man can’t keep his hands off her, and it’s sweet to watch her turn the giant Russian into sweet cotton candy.

  I glance over to Frost’s house and see all the lights are off. Completely black. I hate that I wonder where he’s at and what he’s doing. I came over to see my sister, not to check out what Frost is up to. He's as cold as his name, except for when his eyes land on me.

  I’ve seen him in action a few times when he didn't know I was there. I’d catch him on a call or hear him arguing with his brother over something. He’d see me, and his face would go soft, but I wasn't buying it. He wants into my pants, and he knows that I would never go for his frosty cold shoulder. No pun intended.

  I’m facing the window and trying to peer closer into his house when I see a hand come up from behind me and land on the window frame. I stand still as another hand comes up on the other side, and I’m caged in. I feel the heat off Frost's body from behind me, but I don’t turn around. My heart speeds up, and I try to stay calm as I feel his warm breath on my neck.

  “Were you looking for me?” His accent is thick, and his voice is so low it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Why did I wear it up tonight?

  “Watching the snow,” I lie as I try to make my tone bored.

  I suck in a deep breath when I feel his nose graze my neck. My body lights up more than the Christmas tree, and I close my eyes. How does he do that to me? Even with my ex, there was never heat like this.

  “You always smell so sweet. Is it just you or something you wear?”

  “It’s called soap. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

  He lets out a deep chuckle, and it surprises me. “I’ve given you time.”

  “Time?” I ask, pretending to not understand.

  “To play your little games. Your time is running out.”

  * * *

  “I’m not playing any games.” I think it would be dangerous to play any games with a man like Frost.

  He pushes into me, and I feel his hard cock press against my ass. Without instruction, I lean back against him and into his muscled body.

  “Still think you’re not playing a game?” He might be right, but it’s unintentional.

  I turn around in the cage he’s made with his arms and look up at him. He’s so handsome but not my type. He’s also rich, which isn’t it either. Been there, done that. I learned from my mistakes, or I at least I’ve tried to.

  “I'm seeing someone.” I raise my chin in stubborn defiance.

  “Nyet.” His “no” is quick, and I watch his face harden as he gives me the Frost everyone else talks about. “I’ve not been told.”

  “And how would you know about my dating life?” I lift a brow in question.

  Why am I trying to poke the beast? He’s my brother-in-law, though, so don’t we get to make jabs at each other every now and then? This is what our family does, though what Frost wants with me isn’t familial at all.

  “I’d know,” he grits out.

  For some reason I believe that he would. I think he knows most things. The crush I have on him is one of those things. Why can’t he leave it alone? We could end up hurting more than each other in the end.

  “I’m in a relationship with myself.” He stares at me with a confused look on his face, and I almost want to laugh. “I don’t date. Period.” I need to find my place in life.

  “You are still hung up on him?”

  “You ask the question as if you already know who he is. When it’s none of your business.” I’m not hung up on my ex. I’m more mad at myself than anything. I missed the signs right in front of my face.

  I still question my decisions because of him, and I hate that. Or maybe I should be thankful. I’ve learned to protect myself and that the world isn’t all fairy tales like some girls dream of. Sometimes you get burned, though I think being burned by Frost might make it worth it.

  The problem is I can’t have my fun and be done. Now that his brother and my sister are married, he’ll always be around. Then I really would get hurt. Hell, right now thinking about him with another woman eats me up inside. What would happen to me when we were done? I’m not sure I could come back from that.

  * * *

  “I know everything when it comes to you, Cookie.” His head drops, and I think he’s going to kiss me.

  I even prepare myself for the impact even though I hope it doesn’t happen. I should be pushing him away as his nose runs along my neck. He takes a deep breath and inhales me before placing a kiss on my throat.

  When he raises his head, he locks eyes with mine. “Tick tock.”

  He leaves the room and takes his warmth with him. That’s when I truly feel the frost.

&nbs
p; Chapter 2

  Frost

  Dinner is how it always is when I’m with Miller’s family. I sit at the table next to Cookie while she pretends to ignore me. And while I pretend to ignore my brother touching his wife under the table.

  After the meal, I help with the washing up. “You don’t have to help, Frost, I can do that,” Pumpkin says as she dries the dishes I’ve placed in the drain.

  “You cooked. I don’t mind cleaning.” I shrug, but it’s also a way to linger until Cookie leaves.

  “Any progress?” she whispers as she looks around for her sister.

  I grunt and shake my head. “Nyet.”

  “Just be patient with her. She’ll come around.”

  “She was hurt very badly,” I say, and Pumpkin nods.

  “If you ask me, I think it’s mostly in her head. But she’s convinced herself that in order to protect herself, she’s got to put up walls to everyone else.”

  “She isn’t the only one.”

  “Just don’t give up on her.”

  I nod as Miller comes into the kitchen with the last of the dishes and pushes me out of the way. “Go get your own wife,” he says to me in Russian, and I throw a towel at him.

  “I’m doing my best.”

  As I walk out of the kitchen, I glance back at the two of them. He moves behind Pumpkin like they’ve done this a thousand times, and she smiles up at him as he kisses her. I turn away because even the simple gesture is too intimate for outsiders.

  When I walk into the living room, I don’t see Cookie, so I go in search of her. I check the library where sometimes she will sit and read, but she’s not there either. After I walk down the long hall to the back of the house, I see light spilling out from under the bathroom door. When I get close, I hear water running, and I grab the handle.

  I walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me as Cookie turns to me in shock.

  “Get out, you can’t be in here!”

  “It seems I have to steal these moments for you to speak to me.”

  “I said get out,” she hisses. Her face turns bright red as she quickly tries to wash the soap off her hands. It’s then I glance over to the counter and see a tampon wrapper lying there.

  “Oh, kiska,” I say softly as I walk over to her. “Are you bleeding?” She won’t look at me as she vigorously rubs her hands under the hot water. I move in behind her and wrap my arm around her waist, resting my palm on her lower belly. “Do you ache?”

  “That’s private.” She reaches for the towel and dries her hands vigorously.

  “It is natural,” I offer, and she makes a sound of annoyance.

  “It’s none of your business.”

  I move in close and use my other hand to pull her back against me. I look at her in the mirror and wait for a long moment until she looks up, and her eyes lock with mine. I hold her there in my arms just feeling her warmth until I see the anger dissipate.

  “There is nothing your body does that I would not enjoy.” Slowly I reach my hand lower until I cup her sex over her jeans. I squeeze her there and watch as her eyelids lower. “Let me ease you.” I place a kiss on her neck and her eyes close. “Are you tender?”

  She nods ever so slightly as I trace my other hand across her breasts. Her nipples pucker against the thin material of her sweater, and my mouth waters. I pinch them gently, and she responds by pushing them against my palm. They’re swollen slightly, and I feel the weight of them in my hand.

  “Oh god,” she whispers as I squeeze and massage her pussy.

  “One day I will taste you like this.” Her eyes fly open, and she stares at me as I dip my hand into the front of her jeans and down into her panties. “One day I will fuck you like this.” Her breath catches as my fingers move between her folds and over her clit. “You’ll be so wet and swollen, and desperate for release.”

  She swallows hard as I pet her in quick strokes, and her breathing speeds up. She’s beautiful like this, open for me and needing my touch.

  “You think something like this would turn me off?” I shake my head, licking the shell of her ear. “I’m harder knowing your body readies for me, kiska.”

  She gasps when I pinch her clit, and then I cover her mouth as she cries out in ecstasy. Her climax is fast and consuming as she goes limp in my arms. I’m not sure her legs are holding her up as I pull her close to me and grind against her ass.

  It’s a long moment before she catches her breath and braces herself on the sink. I don’t let her go right away, and she doesn’t pull away from me either. But as I watch her, I can see the moment when she clears her thoughts and comes back to reality.

  I slip my hand out of her jeans and stare at her in the mirror as I bring the fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.

  “You’re disgusting.” She scowls at me, and I smile.

  I walk to the bathroom door and turn around to face her before I leave. “Then why is your cunt begging me to fuck you, kiska?”

  * * *

  “Why do you call me that?” she huffs, changing the subject.

  “Because you are very much a kitten.” I make a show of slowly looking her body up and down and then focus on her eyes. “And I want nothing more than to pet you.”

  She crosses her arms over her chest as I wink at her and exit the bathroom. Soon enough she’ll be mine.

  Chapter 3

  Cookie

  “What do you buy a man who has everything?” my sister muses as we walk through the mall. We’ve been here for over an hour, and I’ve already cleared off the last few people on my list.

  It’s a fair question. The Ranov men can have anything they want. Frost all but proved that to me a few nights ago. It’s getting harder and harder to stay away from him because my body all but hums for him.

  “What about one of those coupon books like we made for Mom and Dad when we were kids except yours would be…” I trail off, but we both know what I’m talking about.

  “Pointless. If there’s something in that area he wants, he takes it.” A smirk forms on Pumpkin’s lips as she blushes, and I know she’s thinking about something she and Miller have done. I don't want to know. Miller is becoming like a brother to me. I like him, and he treats my sister like a queen, but I don’t need all the dirty details.

  “Am I supposed to get Frost something?” I ask, changing the subject. He is my brother-in-law, and I know he’ll be there.

  “I think we all know what he wants.” She wiggles her perfect eyebrows at me, and I smack her arm.

  Now it’s my turn to blush because I can’t stop thinking about what happened a few nights ago. I’ve fantasized about being with Frost more times than I want to admit, but now it’s gone to a whole other level.

  It’s dangerous that I know what he can do to me with only a few touches. I’ve never orgasmed so hard in my life, and now my body is on edge all the time, wanting it again. It makes me wonder if we could have a small fling. We could establish some rules and boundaries about what we want. My body screams yes, but my brain says no.

  “Don’t go there,” I say, leveling her with a stare. “Think how bad it could be.”

  “Think of how good it could be.” She lets out a dreamy sigh like she’s closing the last page of a romance novel that gave you everything you wanted in a book.

  “It’s not a risk we should take.” I notice my voice is less forceful than normal when discussing this subject. He’s chipping away at me, and damn it, I think it’s working. “What about this?”

  I pick up a giant stuffed bear. I think it’s for display, but I really want to change the subject away from Frost. He has everyone on his team because even Mom asked me about him last night. He stopped by to salt the stairs on the porch and asked if they needed anything else because there’s another big snowstorm rolling in. He’s laying it on thick, but that’s not the Frost I’ve heard stories about.

  “That’s a display…or it’s for a child, though I’m sure that will happen soon enough.” She puts her hand over
her stomach.

  * * *

  “Are you…?” I ask in shock. If she is, she should have said something hours ago!

  “I’m not sure yet, but I’m sure it’s coming. It’s not like we’re preventing it.” Now that would be a gift Miller would love.

  “I’m going to be a killer aunt.” I think about holding a little one in my arms, and my mind drifts to being in a hospital bed holding my own baby as Frost stands next to me.

  “You’d be a killer mom too.” She plucks the thoughts right out of my head.

  What the hell? I need to place a better defense from this man and my sister. “I’m not sure I want kids. I’ll just stick to the aunt thing.” The lie doesn't come easy, and it twists my insides.

  Pumpkin rolls her eyes. “Food?” Now it’s her turn to change the subject.

  “We have to get mall food. It’s the whole point of coming to the mall.” We can go to the food court and stop by a few places to make our meal. Like getting a cheeseburger with a side of crab rangoon.

  “I’m dying for a pretzel.”

  “Oh. That sounds good too. I might have to rethink what I want.” Pumpkin doesn't even offer to share hers so we can split something else. We normally do, but that doesn’t look like the plan today. Maybe she’s already knocked up.

  I snag us a table and see the food court is filling up fast. I let out a small sigh when we sit down and my feet can rest. The bags are getting too heavy to carry around.