Catch You For Christmas (Bad Boys Book 7)

by Susan Arden

  He didn’t mind spanking her…fuck, not one bit. He found coloring her backside erotically captivating. Something he and his cock would like to explore further. He raised his hand and noted her body going rigid, preparing for the spank. “Relax, and breathe for me,” he said, waiting for her to comply.

  “I am…Sir.” She did and he followed with a smack on one cheek, then followed without stopping on the other side.

  “Breathe, baby. That’s it.” He smoothed his palm over her heated skin, rosy under his hand. Her firm flesh was so fucking enthralling to squeeze. His cock juddered, his muscles tightened, and he forced himself to keep going.

  Better bring it on home! Seven more side-to-side spanks and he exhaled, tossing the paddle onto the top of his carry-on as he turned her over and held her in his arms. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and a sense of pride expanded in his chest in how well she’d handled her spanking. The woman at the club had yelled out, cursing, and pulled at the bindings on her wrists and ankles…but not Cory.

  “You are so strong,” he said, tipping up her chin and meeting her tear-stained face. He wiped his fingers along her cheeks, capturing her tears as he lowered his mouth to her lips, tasting salt and her sweetness, the combination lethal to his tenuous self-control.

  “Brett, I’m sorry that I put work before us. I won’t do that again.”

  He moved his hand to the back of her head, leaning her so he could look into her eyes. “I’m not asking that you stop being focused or prevent you from excelling, but that you find balance. And when you make a commitment, you keep it. Not make excuses why you didn’t.”

  “I’ll remember and I won’t backslide. I understand that I hurt you…” Tears welled up in her eyes, her chin quivered, and she shut her eyelids, long lashes sweeping downward for but a second.

  He tightened his grip on her arms, slightly shaking her. “We’re together now.”

  She inhaled, her shoulders rising, and she looked back at him. “I don’t want to break your trust. Ever again.”

  He picked her up and went to the chair, reached inside the bag for the bottle of aloe, and strode back to the bed. He pulled down the comforter and encountering the silk sheets underneath, recalled the many times they’d found mind-blowing ecstasy on this bed.

  “Baby, I love you,” he murmured. “Fuck, do I love you!” After laying her down, he rolled her onto her stomach. “Let me rub some lotion on your skin. It’ll help with the stinging.”

  “Thank you,” she said softly.

  He regarded her long legs that seemed to go on forever as she crossed her slender ankles. She folded her arms over a pillow and watched him. Her eyelashes were spiky and her blue eyes glimmered brightly at him. He squeezed out a stream of lotion into his palm, rubbed his hands together before he massaged the cooling liquid over her pinkened ass cheeks. If he was aroused before, his cock stood straight up now. A rigid pole and one that painfully throbbed each time he rubbed against her hip and thigh. He skimmed his fingertips over her skin; each swipe felt like an electric current burst between them. His hunger to claim her, rode roughshod over him, and he bit his lip, palming her ass.

  Rubbing more lotion across her skin, he spread apart her ass cheeks, and was unprepared for the erotic sight of her glistening flesh bared to him. The muscles constricted all over his body and his hunger to possess her ignited a firestorm in his blood.

  Leaning down, he placed soft biting kisses along her shoulders and neck, inhaling her impossible to forget fragrance that haunted him in his sleep. She softly laughed and looked back at him, their gazes fused, and it was like an explosion inside his head.

  She stopped laughing, seeming to read his mind. “May I turn over?”

  “How do you feel?” he asked on the verge of wedging open her legs, and taking her from behind.

  “Relaxed. Surprised. And hungry. For you.”

  “Turn over, baby.” He helped her roll over as he came up onto his knees, spreading her legs, and running his fingers over her satin smooth calves. He climbed in between her thighs, leaning forward, and gripping his cock at the base.

  Droplets of pre cum released from his crown at the sight of her pussy, her lips spread, and her pink clit peeking out. Lowering his hips, he swiped his tip along her slick skin, clenching his jaw as he fit his crown into the mouth of her pussy, and drove himself home. Holy. Fuuuck! He pumped his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her in a hard driving rhythm, seeking to satisfy his hunger that had burned through him for the last seventeen hours. He rocked his hips faster, harder as she arched her neck, presenting her spectacular tits for him to suck and own.

  He bent forward, latching his mouth onto an erect nipple while squeezing her other tit in his hand and kept moving his hips, slamming against her soaking heat. Each time he pounded his cock against her clit, she called out. A soft moan or his name and the sounds she made, spurred him closer to the edge. Closer to nirvana. He alternated between her tits, sucking her tight nipples, teasing her with his tongue as he curled his fingers over her hips, driving himself deeper into her body.

  “Please, Brett,” she whimpered, threading her fingers into his hair and pulling.

  Drawing her hands down, she feathered her fingers on either side of his face as he released her nipple from between his teeth. She took possession of him using her mouth, her voice, her brain.

  She owned him.

  The realization burst apart into a million pieces and then just as quickly reconfigured as he slammed forward, seeking to make her his.

  “Tell me what you want!” he groaned.

  “This. You. Us!”

  “Say it!”

  “I love you. Only you.”

  “Cory. You’re mine. Only mine.”

  He pulled himself onto his knees, seeking to deepen his thrusts, and angled her body, aligning them by lifting her calf and arranging her leg along his shoulder. They moved together, coming closer and then apart in slamming thrusts punctuated by their groans. She rolled her hips, pulling him deeper…so unbelievably deep within her that he groaned. “God, I could fuck you like this every day.”

  Her body tightened under him and he plunged into her, rougher than before. She gazed up at him, moaning, “Soooo good! I’m there.”

  Her stomach muscles tensed and she arched, her pussy squeezing around his shaft. He sped up his thrusts, pounding into her as her breath hitched, and she cried out his name. Pummeling into her nonstop, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Over and over, harder, faster he drove his cock into Cory, lifting her hips off the bed with each slam as darting electricity shot up his spine. The world around him faded, everything except for her. Together they rode a blistering wave of erotic bliss that rose high, and then higher.

  “Brett!” she cried out, clenching tighter around his dick and he let go in that instant.

  Pleasure ripped through him, sending him over the edge as he shuddered, releasing deep inside her as she came wildly undone—mirroring everything he felt as he drove his cock further inside her. A shudder wracked through his body, imploding like a crack of lighting inside his head. He fell forward, landing next to her on a pillow, and immediately pulled her into his arms.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, cuddling closer to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and nuzzling his neck. “That was out of this world, cowboy.”

  “Baby, you’re fucking incredible,” he murmured.

  Chapter 9

  “MERRY CHRISTMAS. Again,” he said, sneaking a kiss before the reporter returned. “You look beautiful enough to eat. Better let the journalist down easy. I think he’s got a serious crush on you.”

  “He’d better not. I have a very possessive fiancé,” she replied, winking.

  “Damn straight.” He inhaled and sipped his cup of espresso. Seated in their favorite café, right outside the Eiffel Tower, he delivered on another promise. This one not as mind-blowing in the realm of exhilaration, but exciting nonetheless. He leaned back in his
chair, savoring how easily Cory spoke with the reporter, effortlessly smiled at the photographer.

  This morning, when he asked her opinion about both of them doing an interview, she was thrilled to have the chance to speak with the press. Today was the first time they’d done an exclusive interview as a couple, and he was blown away—forget what Castellano would think.

  For too long, he’d shied away from the press, but together with her, this felt right. She was a natural in the limelight, captivating the reporter with her answers and anecdotes she could whip out without warning. Yeah, his little charmer effectually repaid the Devils’ owner in spades by graciously providing another side to NFL pro ball and the behind the scenes of a player’s life.

  Of course, not sharing all of their secrets. After yesterday and last night, they had plenty. Time and again, his and Cory’s gazes collided and she was right. He was a possessive SOB where she was concerned. She had him ensnared, and he was learning to catch and carry the means to drive his Texas spitfire wild in bed. He had to—she did that to him.

  “One more photograph. Last one,” the photographer said as Brett wound his arm around Cory’s shoulder, kissing her on the cheek. “A little bit closer. That’s it. Perfect.”

  “Thanks for everything. This piece will be out next week. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding.” The reporter tucked his iPad into a case and nodded to the photographer.

  A few dozen questions and a slew of photographs had been exchanged. He stood and shook hands with the journalist and photographer. As the press retreated from their table, exiting the café, he sat back down and pulled out his buzzing phone.

  “We’d better get going,” he said, signaling to the waiter for the bill. He squeezed Cory’s hand. “The pilot texted me. He’ll be at the airport in an hour.”

  She cocked her head to the side. “And we need to leave now?”

  Pocketing his cell, he bent forward, retrieving the gift he’d gotten her from inside his jacket, and whispered, “I have someplace to take you before we take off.”

  “Oh you do?”

  “First, open your hand,” he ordered with a grin. “And close your eyes.”

  She looked down at his closed fist, then up as he quirked his brow. “Sir, you’re very bossy—but I like that side of you.” She flipped open her fingers and closed her eyes.

  He covered her palm, depositing his present. “Guess what it is?”

  Laughing, she shook her head, swiping her thumb blindly across her palm “Ah. I do remember you like to play this game. Mmm. Metal and a little heavy. Square but not all the way around. And a chain. A…locket?”

  He tilted his head back and chuckled. “You’re good. But not quite.”

  She opened her eyes and he uncovered her hand. “The first time you gave me a key. And now a lock? What’s this to, cowboy?” She asked, hooking her finger in the platinum chain and dangling the lock.

  “Our love,” he said, turning serious and leaning over, closing the distance between them. “We’re going to put a lock on our love.”

  “That’s what all those padlocks are on the Pont des Arts… But this is so dainty.”

  “You’re very perceptive. The locks on the Pons are too heavy. They’re weighing down the bridge. I don’t want our love to ever be like that. I want you to wear this and always think of what we found this weekend. Locking our love, but also knowing it can change. Be flexible like the chain but also strong.”

  “I love you and this gift!” she exclaimed.

  “Now, we’d better go.”

  “What’s the hurry?” she asked, undoing the clasp on the chain.

  “If we don’t get back to the apartment, we might join the mile high club,” he replied, but then sat back in his seat, arching his brow.

  “And why would that be a problem?” she deposited the chain onto his palm, and lightly traced his fingers. “Help me with the catch, and I’ll show you how much fun we can have in an airplane over the Atlantic, cowboy.”

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