“Goddamn,” he grunts out as I bask in the feel of his weight on my back, soaking up each second beneath him. Lips latched to my neck, he buries himself, thrusting up as my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. I come so hard, my voice fails me mid-cry as the shudders run through me.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to lose it,” he draws out, turning me back over, cupping my heaving chest. “Beautiful,” he says watching my reaction to him before lifting my leg to his hip and pushing back in, tilting his pelvis for precision. “This time I watch you come,” he beckons, pumping in and out, in and out, massaging my breasts, tweaking my nipples, covering my stomach in a warm caress. His eyes convey so much as he keeps his thrusts deep, pinpointing where I need him before licking the pad of his finger and pressing it against my clit. I crest on the verge as he rolls into his fucking before I detonate. Bliss ripples through me as my toes curl. His eyes flare when he feels me tightening around him again, coming apart.
His thrusts pick up until he empties inside me, his body convulsing as he exhales a loud groan. I circle his neck with my arm, stroking the sweaty hair at his temple as we both try and catch our breath.
“Worth it,” I murmur as he caresses my shoulder with his thumb.
“So worth it,” he whispers back. “You and Dante, you’ve redefined my dreams. My everything is yours.”
I smile so wide, I know I’ll feel it tomorrow, and a new and brilliant smile lifts his lips. “Are we going to tell Dante?” He pulls back to weigh my expression. “That we’re together?”
“Yes.”
Relief covers him, and he smiles before resuming his position on my chest. “Thank you.” His lips do the rest of his thanking as he positions himself between my thighs.
“Already?”
He rakes his bottom lip. “How much time do we have left?”
“Forever?”
“I can work with that,” he says, positioning himself and slowly pushing into me while we both watch.
Four hours later…
I scramble toward the headboard until I’m dragged to the end of the bed by my ankles. I’m covered in sweat from head to foot even after two showers. I’ve never in my life been so exhausted.
“Troy, I can’t. I cannot possibly have more sex. Please,” I giggle as he flips me to face him. “I can no longer negotiate.”
“Then I win by default. Shortest argument we’ve ever had. And now, finally,” he says, giving me a devilish grin, “we get to have make up sex.”
Two hours later…
“No. No. I beg of you. Please, Troy. Please. I love you, but I can’t, Oh, God!”
One hour later…
“Troy, please, your…sex drive is… inhuman. Haven’t…ah… you had…right enou—right there, right fucking there!”
Thirty minutes later…
His voice rumbles at my neck. “Baby, you can’t fake sleep, you’re ticklish.”
“S-s-s-stahp. That better be your elbow. Oh, God. How? How, how, how are you hard again? How?”
One week later…
“To announce the New York Giants’ selection, two-time bowl winner Roy Hall.”
Parker and I sit on the couch, our hearts beating in our throats as the old-timer walks toward the stage.
“Thank you. For the sixty-ninth selection in the 2019 NFL Draft, The New York Giants select Troy Jenner, wide receiver, Texas Grand University.”
Parker and I jump from the couch, screaming bloody murder as the camera pans in on Troy, who’s already hugging Pamela, tears shining in both their eyes while Dante jumps at their sides, his fists held high in the air. Troy whispers to Pam, who’s bawling, before he scoops Dante up in his arms. I hated that I couldn’t attend, but I have a school year to finish. I also have a house to pack and very little time to do it. Not to mention Parker is leaving tomorrow for two months. I need to get in as much time with her as I can because we’re family and both our lives are about to change, drastically.
Troy whispers into Dante’s ear, and I can see him mouth, “Love you, Mommy!” When Troy winks at the camera and taps his watch, I know it’s for me. He’s telling me it’s time for us. Once we’ve fulfilled our obligations in Texas, our future begins. It’s amazing what can happen in a year, in a day, in a moment. And this moment helped to map our future.
We had plans either way, because…I’m a planner. And no matter what happened with the draft, we had backup. But as long as we were together, it didn’t matter which plan we followed because I stayed confident knowing we would be fine either way. Troy gave me that. That peace of mind. It’s a gift that I don’t think he’ll ever fully understand.
All our plans consisted of starting our family, it was the where that was up in the air. And the family addition negotiations are still ongoing. Nightly.
Parker is still blubbering as the draft coverage goes to commercial. “God, that was awesome.”
“Yeah,” I run my fingers underneath my eyes and nod. “He did it.”
“He so did it,” she beams.
I toss a couch pillow at her. “Lady, from the minute you met him you were team Troy, even when you tried to pull that tough guy bullshit.”
“Fine, I admit I love him, now. He gives me hope.” She sighs. “And I can’t believe you’re moving to New York. Shit,” her voice cracks and then she’s crying again as I pull her to me.
“How often do you fly through La Guardia?”
“Like every three weeks.”
“So, I’ll see you every month.”
“Yes.” She nods into my shoulder.
“And I’ll have your room ready.”
“Okay.”
“No more crying. I, for one, am done crying in 2019.”
“Okay.”
“Damn it, Parker, stop it,” I say, getting misty-eyed as the doorbell rings.
It’s UPS, and I can’t for the life of me meet the eyes of the delivery man. I sign for the package, opening it to pull out a Giant’s jersey. I hold it up and inhale. Troy’s doused it with his cologne.
“Oh, my God,” Parker says, her eyes tearing up. “He had that delivered at the exact right moment.”
“Well, to quote my son, ‘duh.’ He is their employee. Sweet, isn’t it?”
Parker nods, tears still running down her face as I sniff the jersey.
“I love this cologne. I need to find out the name of it. I would bathe in it.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
“Uh, I like the jersey?”
“Uh huh, and?”
“Go, Giants?” I raise my fist for a little extra enthusiasm.
“Babe,” Parker swallows. “Look again.”
I turn the Jersey back and forth and shake my head. “What?! Out with it already!”
“One more time,” Parker insists, her eyes as wide as her smile.
I turn the jersey over again when it finally hits me.
MRS. JENNER
“Dad! Someone’s at the door!” I hear Dante call as I sink into my freshly-filled tub.
“Then go get it, son!”
“I’m filming!”
“Where’s your mom?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m in the tub! Can you two stop yelling and get the door?”
“Dad!”
“Get the door, Dante! I’ve got Toby with me.”
I tense up. “You don’t know who it is, don’t send him to the door!”
“I’m setting up the intercom, so we don’t sound like the damned Costanzas anymore!”
“Who’s the Costanzas?” Dante asks.
“Google it.”
“I’m filming!”
“Jesus,” I say, grabbing my towel. “Shut up, shut up, you two or you’re going to wake the baby. I’ve got it!”
I can hear the nervousness in my husband’s voice when he hears the irritation in mine. “I’ve got it, baby. Stay in the tub.”
“I’ve got it, Mom!”
I sigh, covered in suds with one foot out of the tub. “Somebody, please just get
the door!”
And that’s when Zoe, our three-month-old, decides to speak up and our one-year-old joins in, doing his own impression of a Costanza.
“I used my key!” Parker calls out from the entryway. “Merry Christmas, Jenners!”
“Mom,” Dante calls, “You woke Zoe up.”
“This is ridiculous. You sure this is what you want?” Troy says behind the door.
“Hell, yes, stop whining and just get your sexy ass in here.”
“This probably isn’t safe. Where did you come up with this twisted fantasy?”
“Uh, nowhere in particular.”
“You’re a sick woman. This is your Christmas present?”
“Yes. Troy, the candles are lit. The sex police are asleep, and Auntie Parker is on watch. Your mom and Luis will be here in seven hours. Need I say more?”
“I’m coming.”
“What’s taking so long?”
“I feel like an idiot.”
“It’ll pay off. I assure you.”
“Baby, I’ve done some shit in my days, but this…”
“Days I don’t need to know about.”
He pauses behind the door. “Good point. Let’s never have that talk.”
“Stop stalling and get your butt out here.”
“Is this about the new gardener? Is he putting the moves on you? Cause I’ll kick his ass.”
“He’s like…sixty years old.”
“You and I know age ain’t nothing but a number.” Just as he says it, the bathroom door bursts open, and my man stands at the threshold wearing nothing but a leaf blower, his fists on his hips, his head cocked to the side.
Laughter bursts from me as he points the hose in my direction. “I knew it. This is payback for something.”
“Not at all,” I manage to say as he stalks toward me. I lift my hand to stop him and circle my pointer in demand. He narrows his eyes but slowly turns, giving me full view of his perfect ass before turning back to give me the better view.
“I really would have preferred a cape.”
“No, this is much better, even better than my fantasies.”
“Yeah? You like this, weirdo?” He turns again as I nod repeatedly. “This is what turns my wife on?” I nod and nod as he models my present. Yes, I bought a leaf blower and had my husband open it in front of my children and best friend—the only other person who would understand my fantasy. Sue me.
“So, this really is more for you than me, huh?” He’s smiling, and it steals my breath. He would do anything for me, even wear a power tool buck naked on Christmas Eve.
“I love you so much,” I murmur before lifting on all fours, moving toward him on the prowl. He meets me on the edge of the bed and grips my face in his hands.
“I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand you, and I love it.”
“Weirdo means I’ll never be boring, right?”
“Never that,” he murmurs as I drink him in. He’s the picture of innocence as he gazes down at me curiously while completely vulnerable, just the way I like him. My mouth waters as he hardens due to my needy stare. For the last week, I’ve put him through the wringer, making him service me at my every whim. I’ve gotten little complaint, until tonight.
“You’re insatiable and getting scarier. I don’t even know what to think,” he says, as I grip his delicious length in my hand.
“Don’t think, baby, just let me do this.”
I wrap my lips around him and hear a low groan from above before I take him to the back of my throat. Enthusiastically, I bob, digging my nails into his ass, pulling him closer to swallow the whole of him.
“Fuck, if you’ll suck me like this, I’ll strap a fucking dishwasher on my back.”
I giggle around his cock, and it jumps in my mouth.
“Shiiiitttt,” he manages to get out through his clenched jaw as I suck him like he’s my last supper.
“Damn, baby,” he says, his eyes glittering down on me as I work him with my mouth. “I’m,” bob, “making,” suck, “a list,” lick, “right now of all the power tools I can g-g-get on my back. The list is long,” he grits out. “Take your time down there.”
“I want you so bad right now,” I murmur to him through my mouthful. He looks down at me with so much love, so much adoration, I feel complete. Blissfully, I suck him, acting out my fantasy from years ago. I love that I married the man I fantasize about. I love that he humors all my childish whims, but most of all, I love the way he looks at me the same way he did the crazy year we fell in love. Thinks of me the same, treats me the same, touches me the same. He never lied to me again after the night we met and has yet to break a single promise. And my love for him has only grown.
There’s nothing between us now but our messy love, trust, and respect, along with the three little reminders that we made the right decision with each other.
We could have so easily given up. At one point, we had every reason to. We did everything backward and went through the hard years to get to the honeymoon.
We grew up together. And that’s a feat, in and of itself.
We could be living completely different lives if we hadn’t woken up, and that would have been the real tragedy. And what a honeymoon it’s been.
“Clarissa,” he grunts, running his fingers through my hair, his gentle caress spurring me on, “baby, I need to touch you.”
“Just a few more minutes,” I murmur gazing up at him while pumping him in my hand.
“No way,” he says, his eyes pooling with desire while I alternate my licks between his shaft and crown. “I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”
“I’m so…mmmm,” I mumble around him before letting him go with a pop. “I haven’t been this horny since I got pregnant with Zoe.”
All activity ceases, especially mine, as I try and recall my last period, and Troy’s eyes widen.
“No,” I whisper yell, “no way. I’m on the pill and the foam, and I’ve been putting in the diaphragm.”
“You’re pregnant,” he murmurs, running a hand along my jaw, his eyes welling with emotion before he shakes his head with a chuckle. “Birth control doesn’t exist for us.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Negotiations closed. Please, no.”
“Yes.”
“But I just lost a little of the baby weight! I can’t do that again so soon!”
“Baby,” he says, letting the power tool off his back and pulling me to him.
“No, no!” I say, backing away from him as he comes toward me, his smile beaming.
“Yes. Yes!”
“Troy,” I push at his chest, furious with myself, furious with him. No matter what we do, what measures we take, we can’t seem to stop procreating. “Wait…” I look up and nod. “I just had my period.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I’m not pregnant,” I say defiantly. “So, you can wipe that damned smile off your face!”
He tugs at my ankles, drawing me to the end of the bed and climbs on top of me, pinning my wrists next to my face. All I see in his eyes is love and awe. “Merry Christmas to me. I fucking love you so much.”
“Troy,” I whine weakly as he kisses me from head to toe, the smile never leaving his eyes. “It’s too soon.”
“It’s not.”
“I’m like a Gremlin, one drop of your sperm, and I multiply, babies flying out everywhere.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he promises.
“How, with another baby? I just had another baby three months ago!”
“And she’s a perfect little temperamental redhead, just like her mother.” He leans in, eyes sparkling, and kisses me deeply, his tongue making it impossible to protest, my body sighing in welcome as I open for him. It’s useless, I’m entirely defenseless against my husband’s charms and super penis.
Utterly soaked and ready, he watches my reaction as he presses into me.
I moan when he hits my spot, the length of his cock setting me off as he rolls his hips and
hits me, there, again and again until I throw my head back convulsing, praising his name. It’s sheer bliss, ecstasy, and he delivers every single time.
Every. Single. Time.
“I love you,” I say, sinking into his rhythm as I wrap around him, and he sinks in deeper, in our perfect fit. He takes his time, setting me off repeatedly before he picks up the pace. Hearts pounding, I trace the planes of his chest, his arms, meeting his hips with the buck of mine, watching his eyes flare. His jaw goes slack before he pours himself into me. It’s when he’s resting on my chest that I murmur words that I know to be true.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I say softly, stroking the damp hair on his forehead. “You once told me you thought you were the worst, but it’s simply not true. I’ll take any baby you give me, Troy Jenner, because of the man you are.”
I caress his biceps while he searches my face.
“I mean it. You are the best man I’ve ever known.”
Voice clogged with emotion, his eyes shine. “Only because you made me this way. You made damned sure I deserved you.”
“Thank you for not giving up.”
“Never, Mrs. Jenner.”
One hour later…
I lightly rake my nails down my husband’s chest as he sleeps next to me flipping another page on my kindle. The house is completely silent as snow falls outside our bedroom window. Troy has gifted us a house I could only dream of, and every single day, I’m thankful for the chance we took on each other. For his persistence in winning me, for the faith he kept for the both of us. No longer a struggling single mother but a wife, a professor, a realtor and part of a bigger picture I never saw for myself. Mostly due to the belief and unrelenting love of the man sleeping next to me. Feeling sentimental in remembrance of our first white Christmas, I close my book and stare down at Troy. Just as I’m reaching for the light to settle in and cuddle up with my better half, Troy jackknives in the bed, scaring the hell out of me. I jump back as his head turns my way, Exorcist-style, while ice-blue flames shoot from his eyes.
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