by Jan Springer
“Brady, come on. Please. I don’t want you to see,” she begged.
“Please what, baby? Why would you have me move from here when all I want to do is see all of you?”
Without waiting for her to reply, he gazed up at the ceiling. She followed his gaze and to her amazement discovered a green plant with a red bow dangling over their heads.
“How in the world did that get there? What was it?”
“Mistletoe.”
Mistletoe? No way. This was the first time she’d ever seen mistletoe.
“You know what that means,” Brady grinned.
“You’re romantic?” she whispered. She couldn’t believe it. Brady had put a mistletoe up for her?
“Not a romantic bone in my body, actually,” he said with a shake of his head. But his blue eyes glistened with pride.
She held her breath as he unfolded his arms from his chest and lifted his right hand to her robe sash, and undid the tie. Her robe fell open and his hands slid inside and settled upon her waist. His palms were sizzling hot against her flesh and incredibly gentle as he held her...
Heat whipped through her as her gaze moved from his black cowboy hat, to his brilliant blue eyes and locked onto his luscious-looking lips. She ached to kiss him.
Suddenly the grandfather clock nestled in the corner began to clang. She counted twelve times.
Oh my gosh, it was Christmas and she couldn’t think of anywhere else she’d rather be than right here.
“Merry Christmas, JJ girl,” he whispered.
“Merry Christmas, Brady.”
She trembled as he lowered his head and his lips melted over hers. Instantly she was lost inside sweeping sensations as his mouth slid over hers, demanding and delightful.
When he broke the kiss, her knees wobbled and his eyes twinkled as he looked at her.
“I was serious when I told the guys you had me at our first kiss,” he said hoarsely. “I hope you don’t mind that I divulged that piece of information. It’s just whenever I am away from you, you’re all I think about, and when I’m near you, I just want to take you to my bed.”
JJ swallowed. Wow, what a confession.
He didn’t even give her a chance to say she felt the same way about him before suddenly he lifted her into his arms. He held her tightly to his body as if he never wanted to let her go. “I want to make love to you so badly it hurts.”
Hot blood coursed through her. Suddenly she wanted his hands all over her. Wanted him fucking her. Making love to her. Professing his undying love to her.
Her breath halted when he carried her into his bedroom. Dozens of tea lights flickered tiny yellow flames. The candles were everywhere. On shelves, on the night tables, on a chair, the dresser and on the windowsills. Delicate Christmas scents of cinnamon and nutmeg drifted beneath her nostrils. She loved the smells, but she loved Brady’s scent much more. He smelled of soap and a bit like pine. Like the outdoors. Like freedom.
He set her down on her feet beside the bed and with agonizing slowness he placed his hands on her shoulders and slid the robe off her. The clothing puddled at her feet. An instant of self-conscious awareness pummelled her, but when he slid his track pants down his hips to reveal his engorged arousal, all thoughts of shyness disintegrated.
She swore softly beneath her breath at the size of his cock. His erection was even bigger than Dan’s or Rafe’s and she shuddered with excitement. A sexual aggressiveness she’d never experienced before lashed her.
She reached up and placed her palms on his hot chest. Soft hairs teased her fingers and hard muscles flexed beneath her finger tips as she pushed him onto the bed. The instant his head hit the pillow, she moved over him, her breasts pillowing against his chest. She melded her lips over his, quickly reaching a hand between his thighs and cradled his swollen scrotum. His flesh was swollen against her palm and she massaged his balls. He groaned into her mouth and his hands slipped gently against her waist. Sharp sparks of pleasure tingled along her lips as he kissed her harder.
Then he surprised her by rolling her over. Suddenly he was on top and she was beneath him. He broke the kiss and she laughed, loving how quickly he’d overpowered her. He smiled at her and his straight teeth gleamed white in the dark. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded as he licked his bottom lip.
“I don’t know how I survived without you before you came into my life,” Brady whispered.
Her eyes widened at his comment and her mouth dropped open as to her surprise he produced a bowl from the other side of his pillow.
“What in the world?” she asked. Curiosity made her grin.
She held her breath while he shuffled his body lower over hers, until his upper torso and head were between her thighs. Then he dipped his fingers into the bowl and withdrew chocolate pudding.
“Ever since you first made us chocolate pudding, this has been a fantasy of mine,” he said tightly.
She laughed but the delight melted into arousal as he sensually dabbed a dollop of pudding onto her left nipple. The dessert was cool on her flesh but that didn’t last long as Brady quickly lowered his head, and sucked her chocolate-drenched nipple into his mouth. Heat enveloped her flesh as he slurped and nibbled. Sensations, sharp and tight snapped through her and arrowed right down to her pussy.
He moved quickly to her other breast, smearing pudding over her tight nipple and then opening his mouth. She watched as her nipple disappeared between his lips. His tongue stroked her quivering flesh and with each sharp suck wicked tension mounted inside her.
She blew quick gasps as Brady moved away and began kissing a fiery line over her belly and then lower toward the juncture of her thighs.
Oh my gosh! He was heading south and she was creaming up a storm just thinking about what he was about to do. He removed his cowboy hat and pleasure zapped her as he spread cool chocolate pudding onto her clit. Then his head dipped between her thighs and his mouth melted over her pussy.
Every nerve ending awakened and arousal spiraled through her. His lips slurped on her labia, his tongue darted in and out of her pussy and then his mouth sweetly constricted over her clit. He suckled and sipped until her body stiffened and she couldn’t stand the arousal any longer.
She let go. Of her self control. Of her thoughts. Of herself.
She exploded on a shout as the orgasm rocked her. Shudders twisted her hips and she convulsed, her hips thrusting against his face. Her fingers tangled into the bedcovers and she held on as she rode the magnificent waves of pleasure.
As the spasms ebbed, Brady moved his mouth away. The mattress moved and she opened her eyes to find him climbing over her. He was wearing his black cowboy hat again and chocolate pudding lined the edges of his mouth. His gaze was dark with intent and his cock hung heavy and engorged between his thighs.
It looked thick and pulsing. The cock head was flared and wide. She just couldn’t seem to take her eyes off it.
She trembled as he eased down on her. His hot damp length covering her, his thick cock head plunging into her wet vagina. Her tense vaginal muscles parted and she struggled to accommodate his thick flesh. When his shaft sunk about two inches into her, he stopped.
She trembled beneath him.
He reached over to her sides and grabbed her wrists, untangling her fingers from the blankets. He intertwined his fingers with hers and and pulled her arms up.
“You are so beautiful,” he said as he held her hands hostage above her head and against the mattress.
Her face heated at his compliment and his chocolate-scented breath caressed her mouth.
“I enjoyed the way you were going on down there,” she whispered.
He grinned and his eyes twinkled in the candlelight.
“You liked that, did you?” he asked.
“Very much.”
His smile disappeared.
“Then by all means, let’s continue.”
He dipped his head and his lips slid over hers, hard and fierce. His shaft pushed into her vagina, her muscles protesting at the
thick girth. A burst of pleasure-pain made her moan, but his kisses shot away her momentary distress.
“What Christmas present did you get me, Ms. Santa?” he whispered after he broke the kiss. He withdrew from her pussy and then thrust slowly into her again, plunging a bit deeper.
She clenched her fingers tighter with his as another bite of pleasure-pain snapped through her. Gosh, but his cock was big and so hard!
“You’ll have to fuck the answer out of me,” she teased.
“I plan on doing just that,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes as he slid his lips over hers again, creating a tingling friction that had her gasping into his mouth.
Her breath caught as he began a faster, much deeper thrust. The hairs on his chest teased her nipples and a rush of arousal burned sharp inside her. His rhythmic lovemaking became fierce and seductive.
Something powerful began to build deep inside her. Her body tightened beneath his. His kisses deepened. Perspiration blossomed over her forehead.
Her hands clenched tightly around his and suddenly she was spiraling. A riptide of pleasure cascaded over her. She went wild, her muscles convulsing, her mind shattering.
She broke the kiss, and cried out as she came.
Brady kept thrusting as shudders rocked her. His hips moved in a quick rhythm and his breaths came faster. His groans grew louder and then suddenly his body went rigid on top of her.
He cried out her name and then his cock pulsed inside her as he joined her in bliss.
* * * * *
JJ’s hands were like silk, Brady thought as he watched her sleep. He’d made love to her over and over again through the night and now she lay quietly beside him on the bed. Her closed eyes were framed by long black lashes and a smile that gave him the cutest glimpse of her dimples tipped her mouth.
For the first time in his life, he truly felt sexually satiated. It was crazy because he’d been with a few women and had always thought he’d felt better after a good bout of sex, but with JJ, it was something deep. Something extra-meaningful.
He reached out and pushed a strand of soft, dark hair off her cheek and ran his finger along her chin. So satiny soft. So warm. So beautiful.
To his surprise, his cell phone suddenly rang from somewhere in his room and he remembered leaving his cell in his jean pocket. He’d slung his work jeans over a nearby chair last night while undressing. At first he figured he’d just let it ring, but then JJ stirred. The smile on her face dipped into a frown, but she didn’t wake.
Quickly he got out of bed, padded to the chair and dug the cell out of his pocket.
He gazed at the number on the screen. His sister Jenna had finally decided to call him back.
* * * * *
The sound of men laughing dragged JJ from the luscious layers of sleep-drenched dreams about three cowboys making love to her. When she opened her eyes, she knew instinctively that Brady wasn’t here with her. She didn’t know how she knew it, she just did.
To her surprise, she discovered a white cowboy hat hanging off the headboard bed post right in front of her.
What the heck?
A single red rose and a green-colored card were tied on a red ribbon around the hat brim.
JJ,
This cowgirl hat is for you.
Join us in the living room for more Christmas presents.
Merry Christmas!
Love,
Your Cowboys
Brady, Dan and Rafe
JJ grinned and snuggled deeper beneath the blankets. Her cowboys. Yes, they all belonged to her now. They’d been inside her body and they were inside her heart.
Another round of laughter erupted from the living room and suddenly JJ couldn’t wait to be with them.
* * * * *
“JJ, I can’t believe that you got us socks, gloves, and scarves that match the color of our cowboy hats,” Dan chuckled as he laid out the items she’d given him for Christmas.
Beside him, JJ sat cross-legged, wearing one of Brady’s robes. Dan made it a point to get her a romantic red one to wear for them come St. Valentine’s Day in February…if she was still here.
His mind wandered to what Jenna had told him this morning. But Dan quickly stomped on it. He didn’t want to think about the news she’d brought them. He just wanted to enjoy watching JJ.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glittered as she laughed at his comment. The sweet sound was hearty and came from somewhere deep inside her soul. It made Dan’s heart flutter.
“Well, I would have gotten you guys something much more meaningful if I’d had more time. But with chores and you boys popping in at the most inopportune times, I had to be sneaky. Do you know how many times I had to rush out of the office when I heard one of you guys coming in through the mudroom door? I didn’t want you guys to catch on that I was getting you Christmas presents.”
“Speaking of Christmas presents,” Rafe said as he stood.
Brady nodded to the top of the tree and Dan watched JJ follow their gaze. Her brows furrowed as Brady reached up and from behind one of the green branches near the top of the tree, he palmed a small black velvet jewelry box.
Rafe held the box out to her and Dan’s heart melted as JJ clutched her hands to her chest.
“For you, JJ. It’s from all three of us.” Brady said in a thick voice.
Unexpected emotion bubbled inside him as she sucked in her bottom lip and shook her head slowly as if in disbelief.
“You didn’t have to get me anything, guys,” she said softly. Her cheeks flushed a very pretty pink.
She was embarrassed. Not used to getting things. Well, hell, the three of them would make sure they spoiled her with an abundance of gifts until she stopped blushing and got used to them showering her with presents. Then she’d have other, more intimate reasons to blush.
Dan’s breath hitched at that thought. He’d heard her cry out last night when Brady had made love to her. He’d listened to her moans when Rafe had taken her in the shower and he’d experienced those sweet cries while he’d fucked her in her bed.
But when the three of them took her…
He blew out a slow tortured breath as his cock pressed against his track pants. He forced himself to focus on JJ as she reached out. Her fingers were trembling as she accepted the jewelry box.
When she didn’t open the box, and simply stared at it, Dan gazed over at Brady who stared back at him and shrugged his shoulders.
“Come on, JJ. Open it. Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” Rafe said. He smiled and winked at Dan and Brady.
She shook her head slowly, that look of disbelief still on her face. “You really shouldn’t have gotten me anything. I’ve already got more than I ever deserved.”
Was she serious?
“Whoa, baby. You deserve much more than we can ever give you, right, guys?” Dan said. He couldn’t believe that she could think such thoughts.
“JJ, girl. We treasure you more than you know,” Brady said.
Dan did a double take at Brady’s thick voice and in the intense way he studied JJ. Dan had never heard that tone before in the guy. JJ had seriously touched him. Come to think of it, Brady hadn’t been grumpy since the day after she’d arrived.
Hell, miracles really did happen. There was hope for the four of them yet!
JJ swore she was going to cry. She didn’t own any jewelry. The prison didn’t allow inmates to have any. She’d never felt anything so soft before, it was as if the velvet on the box was making love to her fingers.
When she gazed up from the box and saw the exuberance on the men’s faces, something wonderful happened inside of her. For the first time in a long time, she realized that she deserved a happily-ever-after, just like anyone else. Disbelief slinked away and belief filled her. Maybe all this was really permanent.
She lifted the box lid and her mouth dropped open in surprise. A gorgeous gold necklace twinkled against the velvety white satin interior of the box. On the necklace hung three cowboy hats. Each had
a different stone in it.
“The necklace is pure gold,” Rafe stated as he lifted the necklace out of the box and held it up for her to see.
The cowboy hats glittered beneath the Christmas tree lights.
“Yeah, and each cowboy hat has a birthstone,” Dan said as she watched the cowboy hats dangle on the delicate gold chain.
“The black hat is Brady’s. The tiny blue sapphire represents his birthday in September. Rafe’s hat is the beige one and yes, that’s a real white diamond buried in his. His birthday is in April and the dark-brown hat with the green emerald represents my birthday in May.”
“They are all so beautiful.” She’d never seen anything so gorgeous. Ever.
“And this came for you just this morning. It was in my email. A hell of a Christmas present,” Brady said. He stood and produced a white businesslike envelope from behind the toaster where he’d apparently kept it hidden.
“What is it?”
She frowned as she noticed indecision flood Brady’s eyes. Rafe and Dan also had suddenly become incredibly quiet. Weird vibes of uneasiness whispered through the air. She wasn’t sure if she liked the solemn expressions on their faces.
Until now the three men had appeared confident and happy to have her around. In the split second that Brady had produced the envelope, they appeared anything but assured.
They almost seemed…scared?
In an instant, the envelope that Brady was holding out to her was the enemy. She didn’t want to accept it. Didn’t want to know what was in it.
“Before you open it, just know one thing. What is inside doesn’t change how we feel about you. We want you to stay here with us. Forever,” Brady said softly.
How they felt about her? What in the world was Brady talking about?
The words forever rang through her mind and she bit back a flood of emotion.
“What, pray tell, would be in the envelope that would change the way I feel about you guys?” There was no way anything would make her feel any differently than she did about them. She needed them in her life. She cared about them. She loved them.
She shook her head. “I don’t want it. Just toss it.”
Brady looked stunned. Rafe and Dan frowned.
