“I’m shaving this beard tomorrow,” he told her, his breath hot against her skin. “It’s up to you, but if you want a Santa-pussy-eating fantasy, you better just lie back.”
“Wow, that should be wrong and not hot.”
He chuckled and licked her again. “Oh, come on, naughty girl. Let me debauch you and a little bit of your Christmas innocence.”
“We shouldn’t—”
“I have to taste you, Linds.” He licked higher and then pressed a kiss against her clit.
She moaned and gripped the edge of the table.
Then he licked her clit.
And she was done.
She laid back, spread her knees even farther, and said, “Innocence is way overrated.”
He laughed. “You haven’t been innocent since you took me up to your dorm room and gave me an eggnog blowjob.”
“Oh my God.” She half laughed and half gasped. She remembered that night vividly. She would take a drink of eggnog and hold it in her mouth as she took him in her mouth. It had been sweet and sticky and fun. She’d never done anything like that. And it had been glorious. “I remember—”
He gave her a long, firm lick and her thoughts scattered.
“God, girl, I dream about how you taste.”
He slipped a finger into her and Lindsey wasn’t even able to say his name. She just worked on breathing and not coming instantly. That would be kind of pathetic, wouldn’t it?
Then she thought about that. That would be awesome. She closed her eyes and let the sensations and emotions wash over her. She had orgasms. She was good with her own fingers and she had a couple of great vibrators. Matt was fantastic via text and Skype and she felt mostly fulfilled. But damn, this man’s fingers and tongue were magic.
And this was just the appetizer.
“Come for me, Lindsey. I need you slick and hot so I can thrust hard and deep.”
She went over the edge. It had been too long. She’d missed him too much. And it was just that good with him. She gasped his name, clenched around his finger, and let herself go.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” He slid his fingers free as he came to his feet. He licked his fingers clean as she watched, feeling the continued pulses of pleasure between her legs. Then he pulled his cock free.
He gave himself a long stroke. “Condom or no?”
She bit her bottom lip. She didn’t use birth control. It gave her horrible headaches and her husband spent two-thirds of his time on another continent. She just didn’t need it. When he was home they used condoms. Or they risked a pregnancy. Twice she’d been pregnant when he’d gotten back on the plane. But two other times, they’d thrown caution to the wind and…nothing had happened.
But Aidan was seven now. And while being a mom was amazing, being a single mom was tough. She swallowed hard. She and Matt hadn’t talked about another baby. This wasn’t really a good time for it either. “Condom,” she finally said quietly.
Matt just gave her a nod and reached into his pocket. He’d always said it was her call, because she was the one at home with the kids. She appreciated that, but she also felt a little…empty. These were the kinds of things couples typically decided together. Because it affected them both. And of course another baby would affect Matt. But not as much or in the same way it would her.
And she didn’t want to think about any of this right now.
She reached for him. “I missed you. I need you.”
He leaned over her, his hands braced on either side of her. “You are so damned beautiful. This is how I’m going to imagine you the next time I’m jerking off in the shower.” He ran a finger through her folds. “Just down the hall from the sweet Christmas party with your friends, this bright red dress hiked up around your hips, your bra who knows where, your hair wild, your lipstick all gone. You all willing to spread your legs just to get a Christmas present. I bet I could get you to do anything right now.”
Her pelvic muscles clenched. He was being dirty and inappropriate and…she loved it. “Well, you said the present was really big.”
“I did. And it’s only fair to give you a chance to earn a few more points for the good list, right?”
“That’s really generous of you,” she agreed, wiggling on the table as she grew hotter, even after just having an orgasm.
“I’m a hell of a guy,” he said with a nod.
He leaned back and rolled the condom on. She watched, licking her lips slowly.
“Yeah, I should make you do that,” he said gruffly.
“I will. I’ll do a really good job.”
He reached up and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Yeah. You would. But later.”
“This is more than a one-time thing?” she asked, feigning innocence with big wide eyes.
“Oh, to get you off the naughty list and onto the nice list? Yeah, it’s going to take a while.”
“Anything you want.”
In spite of the fact they were playing, his eyes darkened with desire. “Brace yourself. Here comes Santa Claus.”
She laughed, but quickly gasped as he pressed forward, sliding into her, stretching and filling her.
“Yes, Matt,” she moaned.
“Damn.” He was clearly gritting his teeth. He paused, seeming to catch his breath for a moment.
Lindsey swiveled her hips. “More.”
“Just…give me one second.”
She gripped his forearm and squeezed. He looked up at her. “I’m taking you home with me tonight, First Sergeant,” she said. “I’m yours all night long, however you want me. So right now, fast and hard is just fine.” She moved her hips again and clenched her inner muscles around him.
He blew out a breath. Then gripped her hips, and thrust hard. Again and again. Deep, hard, and yes, fast.
Their eyes locked and Lindsey felt her climax building. She concentrated on the stretch, the fullness, the heat, the friction. Everything she didn’t usually have. And it was so, so good. She arched her back and let it all unwind. The pleasure crashed through her and Matt was right behind her, pumping fast, and letting out a sharp, “Yes!” as he came.
They couldn’t take long to recover. There was, after all, a bunch of people waiting for them. But Matt pulled her up to sitting and wrapped his arms around her. She put her cheek against his chest and breathed him in. She absorbed his scent, the feel of his hot, bare skin against her, the pounding of his heart, the feel of his arms around her.
Suddenly it all hit her at once and she felt her eyes burning and her throat clogging. She pulled back and stared up at him, breathing hard for a second.
And then she burst into tears.
He grinned down at her. “Took you long enough.”
She always cried when he came home and she first saw him. She cried lots of other times too, of course. But the tears when she first saw him were the strangest ones. It was like her relief and happiness and love was just too much to hold in and it all came out in tears.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Matt said softly against the top of her head, stroking her hair.
She just held him for several long minutes, letting it all out. The more she got out now, the more composed she’d be later when the boys saw him.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” she said against his chest.
He’d never surprised her before. She always knew when he was coming home. Well, at least as close as he could tell her. Things were never final until he set foot inside their house. But she always had a ballpark.
“Admit it, this was kind of fun,” he said, clearly amused. “And Logan got a huge kick out of helping me. I like that guy.”
Everyone liked Logan. He and Matt would be good friends. If they had any time together. “I’m sure it meant a lot to him that you let him help,” she said, looking up at him. “He knows you and Chad were close.”
Chad, Dana’s late husband, had been in Matt’s unit. The men had served together for several years before Chad had been killed.
“Chad was a great gu
y,” Matt said. “But I’m really happy for Dana.”
“Logan’s really good for her.”
“Then it’s all good.”
She lifted a hand, running it over his beard again. Maybe he should keep it. “You were kissing other women. Right in front of me.”
“The only one that was any kind of real kiss was Ashley,” he said, his grin getting bigger. “And in my defense, she very much kissed me.”
Lindsey couldn’t help it. She laughed. “Yeah, she did. She’s going to be embarrassed when she thinks about it.”
He lifted a hand and dragged it over his lip. “Nothing for her to be embarrassed about.”
Lindsey laughed and swatted him on the butt. Then she pulled back. “We should probably get back out there.”
“And I’ve got some kids to see.” He pulled his boxers and pants back up, buttoning up.
She slid off the table and retrieved her bra. She redressed, watching him pull his shirt back on, already missing the view. But she quickly smiled. She had that view for the next…
Tears filled her eyes again. He was home.
Matt noticed the tears and laughed, pulling her close. “You’re a mess.”
“Just missing your abs already. You’d be willing to walk around the house without your shirt on the entire time you’re home, right?” she asked.
“So you can objectify me and lust after me the entire time?”
“Yes. Definitely yes.”
“Then yes I will,” he said. “As long as you promise to ravish me as often as possible.”
She wrapped her arms around him and arched against him. “I’m on Christmas break, big guy. I can be panty-less and horny pretty much constantly.”
He kissed her, hot and hard. “Excellent news,” he said, when he lifted his head. Then he smacked her ass. “Let’s get out of here.” He shrugged back into his leather coat and tucked his sunglasses into a pocket.
He really had pulled off the hot Santa thing.
“The boys are at Bea’s,” she said as they headed for the door.
Matt pulled the door open and let her pass through, then took her hand, linking their fingers. “I can’t wait to see them.”
“Should we plan a surprise for them too?” Lindsey asked. Then a thought hit her and because she was kind of a bad mom—and maybe a bad wife—she groaned.
“What?”
“They’re never going to go to bed once they see you,” she said. It was going to be past their bedtime when they got home, even without the biggest surprise of their year.
“You want to wait to tell them I’m home until tomorrow?” Matt asked.
She looked up, trying to gauge his emotions. Could she really keep them apart? That was crappy, wasn’t it? But she had to get up in the morning to take the car in for an oil change. And she’d already told the boys they could have breakfast at the diner down the street from the repair shop while the car was worked on. They loved the pancakes there.
“Lindsey.” Matt stopped at the end of the hall before the doors that would lead back into the main hall. “Your call, babe. Just tell me. If you want me to wait, I can wait. I’ll sneak in and look at them while they sleep, but I can wait ’til morning to talk to them.”
“Are you sure?” She wasn’t sure. It sounded terrible to keep them from their dad. But it was only for a few hours. And a big surprise would be a lot of fun for them too. Something to always remember.
That idea at least made her feel a little better.
“I’m fine. We just Skyped two nights ago,” Matt reminded her, running a hand over her hair. “Just tell me what you want.”
“Let’s set something big up for them,” she decided.
“Sounds good.” He leaned in and kissed her again.
And she realized that not telling the boys Matt was home yet also meant they could get to bed sooner as well. Maybe that was a bad mom thought. But it was a very good wife thought.
* * *
It was another hour before they left.
Everyone wanted to talk to him. Which was nice. But his wife looked amazing and he’d been gone for seven months and she didn’t have panties on and… yeah, he couldn’t really get past that.
The only thing he wanted more than a big bowl of gumbo and a glass of bourbon was the woman who was now talking and laughing with Ashley. And for about five minutes there he’d thought she was actually flirting with another guy dressed up as Santa. She deserved a little punishment for that. He might just cut her off from any eggnog blowjobs for a few days.
But who was he kidding? He’d never do that. And he’d never stop being grateful that the most beautiful, intelligent, funny, and passionate woman he’d ever met also loved giving blowjobs.
“I’m so glad you pulled that off.”
Matt looked over at Dana Doucet-Trahan as she came up beside him at the punch bowl.
“I couldn’t have done it without you and Logan,” he said, offering her a cup. “Honestly, thank you.”
“It was fun.” Dana declined the drink and looked up at him.
Matt could see the wariness in her eyes.
“I’m really glad you’re okay with Logan.”
Matt nodded. “Chad would like him.”
She seemed surprised for a second, but then she gave him a tentative smile. “You think so?”
He did. Logan was a great guy. Funny, generous, loving and protective toward Dana and her two daughters, Grace and Chloe. “I think if it couldn’t be him, then Chad would be really happy to know that Logan is the guy taking care of you.”
Dana blew out a little breath and blinked rapidly. “Wow.”
Shit, had he made her cry? “I’m sorry. I don’t—”
“No, don’t be sorry,” she said, giving him a wobbly smile. “I just didn’t expect that. Or for that to hit me like this.”
He had no idea what to say. Thank God, the man under discussion appeared at his wife’s side just then. Logan slid an arm around Dana and gave Matt a big grin. “So, that was perfect.”
“It took her a little bit to catch on,” Matt said. “I thought she’d bust me right away.”
“That white hair dye is amazing,” Logan said, studying Matt’s beard. “You don’t always have a beard though, right?”
Matt ran his hand over his face. “Over the past couple of months I’ve kept it. Makes it easier to blend into crowds and stay undercover when we’re in town trying to get intel or tailing targets.” He fought his smile as he watched Logan’s eyes get round.
“No shit,” Logan said. “Damn, I’d love to hear about all of that.”
“Absolutely,” Matt told him. “You guys should come over for dinner soon.”
“Yeah.” Logan nodded quickly. “Definitely.” He glanced at Dana. “That’d be great, right?” Then he frowned. “Are you crying?”
Dana squeezed him and gave him a smile, wiping a finger under one eye. “I’m fine. Just go on and fan-boy all over Matt.”
Matt chuckled as Logan didn’t look sheepish for even a second.
“I’ll make gumbo,” Logan told him. “Lindsey said it’s your favorite.”
“It is,” Matt agreed. How had his love for gumbo come up in conversation with Lindsey and Logan? Lindsey had told him, though, about how enamored Logan was with Chad and his military service. Apparently Logan repeatedly referred to Chad as a badass and had started reading military thrillers because of the stories he’d heard from Chad’s mom and Dana. The books were, of course, only slightly like what guys like Matt and Chad did every day. However, it was great that Logan was embracing Chad’s part in Dana’s life and was impressed with and interested in what Chad had done with his service in the Army.
“You’ll make gumbo?” Dana asked Logan.
“I will provide gumbo,” Logan conceded.
“His grandma makes the best I’ve ever tasted,” Dana told Matt.
“You show up on my doorstep with a pot of that and I’ll even tell you about a couple of eighty-year-old grandmas w
ho captured us with their cooking,” Matt said. “Best Kabuli Palaw I’ve ever had. Almost worth the two days at the hands of their grandsons that followed.”
Logan looked like a little boy who had just been told that he could stay up to wait for Santa. “And you’ll tell me how you escaped?”
“You bet.” He’d even make the story exciting, since the real one wasn’t. They’d been let go after the other soldiers realized they had the wrong guys. But he could combine a couple of his stories for dramatic effect for Logan.
He could, of course, burst Logan’s bubble and tell him about all the not-fun, not-exciting, boring-as-shit parts of what they did, but the guy was taking care of Lindsey’s best friend and was treating the memory of Matt’s best friend with a hell of a lot of honor. He appreciated that and had decided, even before Lindsey suggested it, to tell Logan some of his best stories. And if he embellished them a little that was his way of thanking Logan for everything he had done to help with the secret Santa thing they’d pulled on Lindsey.
And he didn’t have to embellish all of them. What they did really could be exciting and it was something he was damned proud of no matter what.
“Okay, that’s it.” Lindsey came up and looped her arm through Matt’s. “I’m taking this guy home. He has to tell me all of the stories first.”
“Why do you get to hear them first?” Logan asked. “You can’t make gumbo worth a crap.”
Matt laughed. That was true. And clearly Logan and Lindsey were good enough friends that the other man could say that.
“Because when I hear about him being all brave and tough and heroic, I start taking my clothes off,” Lindsey told Logan. “And no matter how good your grandma’s gumbo is, naked boobs trump shrimp and sausage every time.”
Matt caught Lindsey around the waist and pulled her up against him. “Damn right.”
Logan sighed. “Yeah. Okay, I get it.” He looked at Dana. “Naked boobs trump everything.”
She patted his cheek. “I know. Poor baby.”
“I just really wanted to hear soldier stories.”
“In a few days,” Dana told him.
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