Finding Hope: A Colorado Veterans Christmas

by Tiffani Lynn

  Before he can elaborate or explain more, I adjust myself so I can kiss him. Slowly, sweetly, but with all the happiness I’m feeling inside. Damn, I’ve missed this. Missed him.

  “Let’s take this to your room in case my mom decides she needs a glass of water. I think I’ve shocked her enough this month.” I grin at him and slip off the couch, heading for the stairs.

  Once we reach my room I throw open the curtains and let my robe and nightgown hit the floor. I would pay big money to have a picture of his face as his gaze rakes over my body while I stand in only my red silk bikini panties in the moonlight.

  Cy tugs his shirt over his head. His body is still lean, but I can tell he’s been eating well these last few weeks. He’s filling out perfectly and I’m dying to get my hands on him. The pajama pants that Mari bought him in the beginning don’t hang on his hips as much, and I wish he’d just drop those too. My tongue snakes out to wet my lips as I study his broad shoulders and lean waist.

  “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you, Rosanna.”

  My heart pounds in my chest. Nervous excitement courses through my veins and I fight the little shiver from the cool room. Cy steps closer to me and runs his hands down my bare shoulders, over my arms to my waist and tugs me forward until we’re touching.

  His skin is so hot it feels like fire against mine. If I had any doubt if he was telling the truth about finding me beautiful, I didn’t anymore. His cock is a steel rod pressed against my belly with only the cotton barrier of his sleep pants. His mouth melds to mine and we pick up where we left off downstairs as we stand next to my bed. His mouth breaks away from mine to trail kisses down my jaw to my throat where his attention causes goosebumps to break out across my skin. As he continues his descent down my body, his mouth closes over my hardened nipple and I moan, clutching his hair, holding him to me as I practically beg him for more.

  He switches to the other nipple and my legs begin to shake as I hold back an orgasm I didn’t know was possible from foreplay alone.

  He stands back to his full height and gestures to the bed. “Rosanna, do you want this? With me? You don’t have to. I won’t be angry.”

  Biting my lip to avoid smiling too eagerly, I nod and hook my fingers into my panties, dropping them to the floor at my feet. Climbing on the bed, I whisper, “Make love to me, Cyrus. I need you.”

  Without hesitation he drops his pants and boxers and I watch him, pleased with the feral look in his eyes, overwhelmed by the size of his hard cock and loving the feeling I have in my heart.

  Instead of crawling up my body like I expect, he pauses between my legs. “Open wide for me, I need to taste you.” My legs fall open and he dips down, careful not to hit me with his cast.

  Before he even touches me, the first pass of warm breath on my sex has me squirming and begging him to hurry. I know for a fact I’ve never been this turned on in my life. His fingers hold me open as his tongue glides through my pussy and I jolt at the direct contact.

  “Settle down, I’ll be gentle,” he assures me. I’m not worried about him being gentle, I’m worried about me not being quiet with his parents in the room across the hall, and I’m worried about coming too quickly. I want to enjoy this for as long as I can, but he has me so fired up I’m afraid I’ll explode too soon. I do my best to stay quiet as he licks and sucks on my clit until I can’t take it anymore. Afraid I’m going to scream the walls down, I grab the pillow next to me and put it over my face as he works me hard. My world rips apart and rebuilds as I moan into the pillow and wiggle so hard I’m terrified I’ve bruised his mouth.

  Finally, he tugs the pillow from my face and tosses it back to the other side of the bed. Then he climbs up my body, grips my hips, and rolls us over.

  “I can’t hold myself up with this arm and I need to be inside you.” I get the hint so I lean over to the side drawer and grab a condom. I never thought I’d really need them but Mari gave them to me when I moved in and insisted I put them here. I scoot back and rip the condom packet. Then I take his throbbing cock into my hand and hold it steady until I get the condom rolled on. Sliding up, I slowly sink down upon him. Damn, that’s amazing.

  “God, you’re so tight. It’s so good…so tight.”

  I take a few seconds to adjust to the size of him before I start a slow, steady rhythm, building it for both of us. His eyes shine in the moonlight as he takes me in. For the first time in my life I feel like a beautiful, sexual goddess, rather than a dirty, cheap whore. The power these feelings give me, mixed with the building orgasm, is overwhelming. I’m almost there again, but I want to wait for him. I can’t believe he’s lasted as long as he has. His thighs and stomach tighten and I know he’s close, so I bend down to take his mouth while he pinches my nipples and twists a little. That’s all it takes. My whole body locks up as sheer bliss spikes through it. He swallows my cries of pleasure and hammers up into me until he finds his release.

  We lay in bed, still tangled, his softening cock still inside me, and I know for an absolute fact that I’ve never been happier.

  Epilogue: Cy

  Three years later…

  I thought that Christmas Eve when I came back to Rosie was the best night of my life, but I was proven wrong the night I actually married her. She was stunning in a soft pink dress that skimmed her form perfectly. Her hair was pulled away from her face, while curled ringlets lay down her back. The moment she said “I do” was amazing.

  Now I’m certain there has never been a better night in my life, and there never will be. A little over an hour ago my beautiful wife brought an eight-pound, seven-ounce little boy into the world. He’s the most handsome thing I’ve ever seen. So damn perfect, with my nose and chin, her eyes, and a full head of dark wavy hair just like his mother.

  Maxwell Dillon McMullen has changed my life once again. Maxwell was my grandfather’s name on my mom’s side and Dillon means, ‘a ray of hope.’ The name is perfect. My mom and dad were here for the birth and both cried when they got to hold him. We FaceTimed my sister so she and her family could see him. In the last couple of years since Rosie and I got together, Emily and I have become close again, calling each other once a week with a visit planned for the spring. The last couple of years in counseling with Dave have paid off and I’ve found my place in the world. I help Marv run the Veterans Homeless Shelter and shower my amazing wife with as much love as I can give. Now, I can hold my son in my arms and know that everything I ever need is right in this room with me.

  Rosie

  It was a grueling twenty-four hours bringing Max into this world. This little guy is stubborn and strong, like his dad. Mari and Cy both cried like crazy when Max started crying. All I could do was collapse back and thank the Lord for getting me through that delivery. The last hour of pushing took it out of me, but it was worth it, now that I can see his sweet little face.

  There is a quiet knock on the door and Cy calls out, “Come in,” as he adjusts himself in the rocking chair next to the bed to snuggle our boy. Dorothy and Nurse Freemont creep into the room with proud smiles on their faces.

  “Hey, guys,” I greet them with a half wave.

  They both lean over Cy and peer at our baby.

  “Ooh wee, he’s a good-looking little angel!” Dorothy proclaims. “Anytime you want to share, Cy, Auntie Dorothy is ready for her turn to cuddle that boy!”

  “Back off, Dorothy,” Nurse Freemont tells her. “They haven’t had ten minutes alone with him since he was born.”

  “I know, but I’m just so excited to get ahold of the little guy.” Dorothy’s eyes and smile are bright.

  Finally, the two women come over to hug and congratulate me. Dorothy sits on the edge of the bed and grabs my hand. “You did good, girl. He’s perfect and that head of hair! Whew! I bet you had crazy heartburn.”

  Nurse Freemont leans in and kisses my cheek. “He’s perfect. If you send him to the nursery tonight they’re going to call us to come hold him then. Otherwise, we’ll come by to see you w
hen you get home.”

  “Thanks, Jo. I don’t think you could pry him from Cy’s arms right now.”

  “That’s okay. I met you when this whole thing started.” She gestures between me and Cy. “I know where Cyrus came from to get to this point. I’m proud of you two. I know the hospital hated to lose you, but spending time with your boys is the most important thing right now.”

  She’s right. About three months after Cy came back to me I accepted a job on the shift with Nurse Freemont and Dorothy. We made a great team, until I resigned about a month ago with plans to stay home and enjoy my family. I loved working with them and enjoyed nursing in general, but I wanted to be able to give my son all the love and attention I never received. Between the money I still have from Uriah and Cy’s pension, I don’t need to work, so I can concentrate on what matters most.

  “I’m tired so I’m sure we’ll send him to the nursery between feedings at least once, but I won’t be surprised if my husband follows along.”

  Cy glances up to give me the stink eye and I can’t help but laugh. I’ve already been teasing him about how overprotective I know he’s going to be. “I’m just teasing you, honey.” I smile at him. His attention returns to Max and I say my goodbyes to the ladies as they excuse themselves.

  I’m a little sore as I scoot over in the bed and I know my pain medication is wearing off.

  “Cy, come up here. I want you guys with me.” I pat the now open spot next to me.

  Carefully, he gets up and shuffles over to the hospital bed. He hands the baby to me and slides into the spot I opened up for him. He puts one arm around me and uses the other to tuck the corner of baby blanket under Max’s chin. I run the back of my finger over Max’s cheek and watch in wonder as his face turns to the motion, his little lips reaching like he’s ready to nurse. Once I take my hand away he settles back in.

  “Can you believe how perfect he is?” I ask my husband.

  When I look up at him I find him staring at me instead of the baby. “Well, he came from you, so yeah, I can believe it.”

  “Cy,” I say, feeling a little emotional.

  “I mean it, Rosie. Everything that’s perfect about him came from you. I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I tell him. He won’t let me return the compliment. I know this from experience over the past couple of years, so instead of saying anything I lean in to kiss him, and I know by the light in his eyes at the end of the kiss that he knows I feel the same about him.

  The End

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  Also by Tiffani Lynn

  Colorado Veterans Series

  Finding Purpose: Book 1

  Finding Heart: Book 2

  Finding Passion: Book 3

  Finding Life: Book 4

  Betrayal to Bliss Series

  Strangers at Sunset: Book 1 (also available on audio)

  From Strangers to Lovers: Book 2

  Eden’s Odyssey Series

  Finn’s Shot: Book 1

  Tangled with Tyler: Book 2

  MacGregor Family Novella’s

  Love, Lust & Life: Book 1

  Beauty, Bliss & A Bed of Roses: Book 2

  Stand Alones & Anthologies

  Rescuing Reya (Part of Elle James Brotherhood Protectors World)

  The Hero’s Journey Home - An Anthology

  Coming Soon!

  Florida Veterans Series

  Saving Summer: Book 1

  Saving Stacey: Book 2

  Saving Simone: Book 3