Heaven Hill Series - Complete Series

by Laramie Briscoe

  “Anything I want?” his voice was hoarse, the words garbled, like he couldn’t believe she’d told him so.

  A part of her wanted to say within reason, but Liam Walker was hers and she was his. Fact of the matter was, she trusted him with everything in her life, and number one was her pleasure. She trusted him to take care of her, trusted him to take her beyond her boundaries, and most of all trusted him to make her feel good and loved. They’d never had an experience where she’d walked away feeling unsatisfied, even if he’d been selfish in his needs.

  She knew she wouldn’t now.

  Tilting her head, he put his arm around her back, slowly lowering her to the plush carpet. “On your knees, baby doll.”

  The dark resonance in his voice was enough to flood her with excitement and moisture. Merry Christmas to her.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Liam watched as her dark head sank down so that she was face-to-face with his erection. Submission wasn’t something that normally got his blood pumping, but he fucking loved it when Denise surrendered to him. She’d spent most of her life as an independent woman, not needing help from anyone, learning to do most everything by herself and to know she gave that independence up for him—that was heady stuff.

  He ran his hands through her hair so that he cupped the back of her head, tilting her in just the perfect motion so that her jaw opened enough to take his cock inside. Once he was sure he was seated, he let go of her head and placed his hands on the wall, effectively trapping her head as he pressed his length inside her warm mouth.

  He waited for her to push him away, waited for a protest that he was being too rough, but when all that came was her nails digging into his ass cheeks and the stab of her nipples against his thighs, he decided to say fuck it and let himself enjoy what she was offering.

  Her mouth was warm, wet, and when she sucked hard against his retreat, he groaned so loud he was afraid he’d wake the kids. His fingers grabbed for purchase on the wall, but when he couldn’t grab onto anything, he leaned forward and let her take him even deeper down her throat.

  “Son of a bitch,” he snarled when she reached around his ass and cupped his balls from behind, rolling them in her fingers, using the same motion her tongue did.

  He knew he should withdraw, give her a minute to catch her breath, he could feel it gusting against his abdomen through her nose. But even that turned him on, knowing that she was fighting against his girth, inhaling deeply and all she was getting was his scent was enough to make him want to groan again.

  Pulling back, he took one hand from the wall and cupped the back of her neck, contorting his torso until it allowed him to watch as she shoved deep again. “Take one of your hands and work your tit for me,” he instructed, his eyes zeroing in on the wetness her chest was catching as it rolled from her mouth.

  Her saliva had nowhere to go besides down as he didn’t give her a reprieve. This was the messiest, dirtiest, blow job he’d ever gotten, and damn if it didn’t make him want to blow his load deep. He watched as she gathered some of the moisture and brought it to her breast the way he’d asked her to. With a flick of her wrist, she tweaked her nipple and moaned so deeply he could feel it against his shaft.

  “Can you take more?” he cupped her jaw in his hand, wanting to make sure before he started the face fucking that he knew would get him off.

  She nodded, and that was all he needed to know.

  She’d known this would be out of control the minute she’d started it. There weren’t many things that turned Liam into a madman, but showing a little bit of submission was definitely it. Honestly, it turned her on too, in ways she didn’t want to explore very deeply.

  Bracing her head against the back of the wall, she closed her eyes and let him shove and withdraw in time to a beat only he heard in his head. It was hot, feeling him lose his usual ironclad control, and knowing that she was the only one who could do this to him? That made her even hotter.

  Abandoning the breast he’d told her to fondle, she grasped him around the ass again and helped him swing his hips into her, digging her nails into his hard flesh.

  “Goddamn,” he growled from above her, and she wished she could see his face. She wondered what he looked like. Did he look at her with love? Were his eyes closed against the storm of sensations she knew he was feeling? Was he gazing at her with a single-minded determination to have this orgasm and then get her off? So many questions she didn’t have answers to.

  She could taste him though, saltier and more intense than she had in the beginning, and now when she snaked her hand around his ass, his balls were much tighter. They were drawn up almost completely into his body, and she knew he was about to lose it. The knowledge that she’d brought him there so fast with just a pose, her tongue, and the suction of her mouth was enough to give her a surge of moisture of her own. Her nipples peaked so tightly they rubbed against his thighs again, the push and pull of his body doing more for them than they would if he were paying attention to them with the pads of his fingers.

  It all coalesced into a sort of organized orchestra that made her wonder if she could get off without him ever touching her. She could feel a tightening in her own stomach as she heard his grunts and groans above her. They reverberated off the wall and it was the hottest thing she’d ever heard. The speed with which he was pushing into her mouth let her know he was close to coming.

  All of a sudden, she heard him beat against the wall, and one hand came down to yank on her hair. It was the only warning she had as he flooded her mouth, and as she heard him letting go above her, she did have an orgasm without him touching her. Pushing back against his thighs, she pitched her weight forward onto her hands, trying to deal with the emotions and feelings running through her body.

  Denise could hear the deep breathing of Liam against her own panting breaths.

  “You came without me touching you?” his out-of-breath voice asked.

  She nodded, laying down on the carpet, but even the feeling of that was too much for her body. She’d never been so sensitized in her life. He grabbed her around the hips and flipped her over. Hooking his arms under her thighs, he pulled the g-string aside and nosed his way between her legs, before she felt his breath against her core, as he spoke.

  “Then let’s see how well you come when I do touch you.”

  Liam was still buzzing as he shoved her thighs up with his shoulders and pulled those barely there panties aside before diving in. Denise had blown his mind and he wanted to do the same for her. When they’d first gotten together, she’d been insecure about the things they’d done, but in the past few months, she’d really opened up. And for her to be so in tune with her body, she’d come without him touching her? He could almost grind his cock into the carpet and come again at the thought.

  Using his tongue, he circled the hard nub of her clit, lapping up the wetness there.

  “Please,” she begged as she grabbed the strands of his hair and pulled him closer to her. “Please don’t stop.”

  There was no way he would stop, that would take a natural disaster, and even if a tornado came bearing down on them right now, Liam wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. Feeling the sharp tug on his scalp made him groan. As much as her body seemed to be alive, so did his. He pressed his middle and index finger up into her wetness as he circled his tongue around her nub.

  “Fuck,” she breathed out, and he smiled against her flesh. She didn’t cuss all that often, and when she did, he knew he had her in a place that was going to blow her mind. She was no prude, that was for sure, but with kids, she tried to keep her mouth as clean as possible.

  He moaned against her pussy, knowing she felt the vibrations.

  “Keep doing that,” she begged as she pushed her bod up to meet his tongue. “Fucking please keep doing that.”

  Liam wasn’t sure what he’d hit on, but he kept up his rhythm, kept the motion, and held on for dear life as her thighs clamped down on his head.

  “That’s it,” she s
creamed, and he felt her body let go.

  Scared she’d wake the kids up, he vaulted over her thighs, pressed a palm to her mouth and thrust his cock into her depths, feeling the end of her orgasm against his length. Neither one of them stopped as he started to fuck her. When one orgasm ended, another one began and it didn’t take much until he was shooting into her depths with one of his own.

  In the aftermath, they lay on the floor, both trying to catch their breath against the frantic beating of their hearts.

  “So,” she cleared her throat as she glanced over at him. “Merry Christmas.”

  He laughed, putting a hand his stomach. “Merry Christmas to you too, babe. Love you.”

  She scooted over so he could wrap her in his arms, and rested her head against his chest. “Love you more.”

  And quietly the two of them got up, got dressed in regular pjs and went to sleep, knowing the teenagers in the house would probably wake them up early.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Denise came awake suddenly as she heard loud feet on the stairs. There was no light coming in from the curtains, so she reached over, grabbing her cell phone off the nightstand. She squinted, not being able to believe her kids were up at four am.

  “Liam,” she whispered as she leaned into him.

  He stirred and she wondered if she should really wake him up, but it felt wrong not to. He’d made such a change in their lives. The biggest difference, really, and she wanted him to reap the benefits of seeing the kid’s faces as they opened their gifts.

  “Liam,” she tried again, this time letting her breath hit his ear.

  “Yeah?” he woke immediately, eyes scanning the dark room, ready to pounce if need be.

  She put her hand on his chest. “Nothing’s wrong. The kids are awake.”

  “Yeah?” he asked, this time a bright smile on his face. “I can’t wait until Drew sees what I got him.”

  She couldn’t either, although she had been a little less excited when Liam had shown her. She knew though, that her son would be very happy. “Let’s get ready and go down there. If I know those two, they’ll be pounding on the door pretty soon if we don’t.”

  They’d gotten dressed last night after their own Christmas gifts, but now Denise turned the light on and went about picking up the remnants of the night they’d had, throwing her lingerie in the clothesbasket.

  “By the way,” Liam’s voice was rough and deep with sleep still. “If I didn’t tell you last night, I thoroughly enjoyed my gift. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

  The praise in his voice put goosebumps on her arms. Turning around and twining her arms around his neck, she lifted up so their lips could meet. “I couldn’t either, thank you for letting me show that part of myself to you, and being man enough to help me bring it out.”

  “If anyone else tried to bring it out, I think I’d kill them.”

  She grinned. “I truly don’t think any other man can bring out in me what you do. Doesn’t matter what you do for your club. With me, you’ve always been patient, kind, and understanding. I seem to bloom and grow under your watchful eye, and I can’t thank you enough for giving me and my kids the chance to do that.”

  It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her the pleasure was all his, that she’d changed his life as much as he’d changed theirs, but there was an impatient knock at the door.

  “Mom! Dad! Get up so we can open presents!”

  That was the first time both her kids had said anything in unison and most importantly agreed on anything in months. Didn’t matter. She’d take it.

  “We’re being summoned,” she laughed.

  “So we are.” He leaned in for one more kiss with a smile.

  “You ready for this?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” he grinned. “I really am.”

  And she could tell he wasn’t fibbing, he wasn’t saying it to please her. He really enjoyed his role as Dad. With a smile back, she opened the door and the two of them were herded down the stairs, into the living room.

  Liam hadn’t realized he would be so excited to give the kids the Christmas gifts he’d picked out for them. He’d done it under the watchful eye of Denise and had asked her permission for the biggest gift for both of them.

  They’d loved their clothes, DVD’s, a makeup vanity for Mandy, and a real watch for Drew, now he couldn’t wait to give them the biggest one of them all.

  “That’s not all we have for you,” Liam said as he grabbed two envelopes from the tree. He watched the two of them as they looked at him, both wondering what in the world else they were going to have. He could see it in their eyes. They felt spoiled, but knowing they did after the lives they’d lived made him feel ten feet tall. “I talked this over with your mom and she agreed you could have them, but you’ve got to promise to be careful. Neither one of you can get on these things and act like fools.”

  “What is it?” Drew asked.

  “Yeah, I’m dying,” Mandy agreed as she glanced at her brothers.

  “They’re out in the shop, so we’re gonna have to go out there. Remember it snowed last night. You guys go grab some warm clothes.”

  He watched as they scrambled up the stairs, tripping over each other.

  “They love you so much,” Denise looked at him, a softness in her gaze. Her eyes traveled over the new leather jacket she’d helped Mandy pick out and the new wallet she’d helped Drew pick out. Liam had immediately put the jacket on and made a show of moving everything from his old wallet to the new one, letting the kids know he’d loved everything they’d gotten him.

  “I love them too, they filled a hole in my life I didn’t know I had.” It was the easiest way for him to explain the situation to people on the outside looking in. He’d never had aspirations of being anyone’s dad, and to know he had these kids, it filled him with the greatest of joys.

  “Dad, we’re ready,” Drew hollered from the front door.

  “C’mon, we can’t keep them waiting,” he laughed as he grabbed Denise’s hand and pulled her to where the brother and sister stood, waiting impatiently on their parents. He and Denise put on their jackets and snow boots in record time before all four of them went outside and towards the shop.

  They stopped and Liam turned around to talk to the kids. “Now, you’ve got to promise me you’re going to be careful, you’re going to follow rules, and you’re going to be smart.”

  Mandy made an exasperated sound. “We promise, now open the door!”

  He chuckled as he unlocked the door and opened it, revealing two four wheelers. One in gray and red for Drew and one in pink and black for Mandy. They squealed as they got a good look at them. There was a flurry of sound and activity as they made noises over one another, so excited it had snowed the night before and they’d be able to take these out into the elements.

  Finally they looked at Liam and Denise and both took off at a run for them, all four of them catching each other in a big hug.

  “Thanks Dad,” they were saying and he knew he’d never get sick of hearing them call him that. He’d worked hard to have their respect and damned if it didn’t mean the world to him.

  “You’re welcome, now do as I said and be careful on them. It’s cold, so your mom and I are gonna head back, but we’ll watch you from the back porch.”

  He grabbed Denise’s hand and they made their way to the porch, both watching as they settled in to the couch that sat back there. He’d turned the heater on and they snuggled up together under a heavy blanket.

  “You made their year,” she laughed as Mandy took off in front of Drew, squealing when the power revved.

  “They made my life,” his voice filled with awe as he watched them.

  Denise turned in his arms, resting her head on his chest. “Pretty sure the feeling is mutual all the way around. I’ll never regret doing the things I did that lead me to you,” she whispered.

  “I don’t regret anything I’ve done either. I’d go back and do it all again if I had to. My life
would be so boring, so dead without all of you in it. I hadn’t realized how lonely I was.”

  “I knew how lonely I was,” she rubbed her cheek against his pectoral muscle. “But I didn’t know how to fix it.”

  He settled deeper into the couch, holding her tighter in his embrace. The sound of their kids having fun in the background and the peace that overtook every time he held her in his arms washing over them, he realized he’d always fix everything she needed him to. With the knowledge they would fix each other, he let his eyes close and realized he’d never had a more relaxing Christmas ever.

  “Merry Christmas,” he kissed her on the forehead.

  “Merry Christmas to you, too,” she answered back. Laughing when she heard Mandy challenge Drew to ‘let’s see what these babies can do’ in the distance.

  This was definitely the life.

  Part Five

  Dalton & Mandy

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “They’re calling for freezing rain,” Amanda Walker groaned as she watched the weather report for the upcoming week.

  She and her long-time boyfriend were getting married on Christmas Eve. After many years, almost breaking up, a house, and a baby, they were finally tying the knot.

  “Mandy,” her fiancé’s cool voice took on the soothing tone it always did when she was on the verge of having a major freak-out. “Everything’s gonna be okay. Don’t get all worked up and worried about it.”

  It was easy for him to say, she’d been waiting for this day most of her life. She had a secret Pinterest board and everything.

  “I keep telling myself that the most important thing is we’ll be together and even if no one else can show up, we’ll be there,” she frowned, jumping when a squawk from the baby monitor let her know their son was awake.