A Christmas Wish--A Contemporary Erotic Feel Good Christmas Romance (Darkest Fears Christmas Special, Book Four)

by Clair Delaney

  “Shh...It’s ok baby. It was just a bad dream,” I try to soothe her, kissing the top of her head, stroking her back.

  “I know,” she whimpers, clutching me tighter.

  “Just a silly dream my love, I’ve got you. You’re ok now.” Her weeping slowly subsides as I gently rock her, and then she looks up at me, her eyes slightly bloodshot.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

  “For what baby?” I softly ask as I wipe a tear away with my thumb.

  “I fell asleep,” she whimpers again, her face full of remorse.

  “Coral’ – I’m about to scorn her for being so silly, but she knows I’m about to do exactly that and interrupts me – “Don’t tell me I’m being silly Tristan...please don’t. I let you down.” She sniffs a couple of times, and hangs her head in shame.

  “And look what happened because I did fall asleep...you come home to this...” Her bottom lip begins to tremble. “It’s not much of a welcome home is it?”

  “Oh my love...” Ignoring her pleading for wanting to feel guilty, I crush her to me, kissing her head several times. “What am I going to do with you?” I chuckle.

  “Don’t know what you are doing with me...” she replies, and I know she means it.

  This makes me mad.

  “Enough Coral! I won't hear you saying things like that. I love you, I need you and I want you, for the rest of my life. Why do you think I married you?” I ask.

  “I don't know...” she mumbles.

  I sigh inwardly to that reply. Sometimes the dreams make her feel like that, play on her fears, as they do for all of us, but they seem to affect her so much more, and I know she finds them hard to shake off. The last time she had a really bad dream, which she didn’t want to talk about, she walked around in a daze for the rest of the day, she was trying not to, but I could tell, I could see the difference.

  “I’m so sorry,” she croaks, and sinks her head beneath my chin again.

  “Coral, listen to me. Coming home to find you having a nightmare isn’t a bad thing you know. You haven’t let me down at all. If anything it makes my heart ache for you darling, I want to take it all away for you. Have the nightmares for you. I’d kick the shit out of anyone that tries to hurt or frighten you.”

  This makes her chuckle.

  “I just want to comfort you baby, make you feel safe.” I add and kiss her head again.

  “Oh Tristan, you do make me feel safe,” she croaks, squeezing me tighter. “I love you so much, you know that right?”

  I smile outwardly and inwardly. Hearing her say those words always warms me from the inside out. I don't think that will ever change.

  “Yes I know darling, as I love you.” I tip her back, and she looks up at me, reaches up and gently strokes my cheek.

  “Kiss me,” she whispers. I lean down and do exactly that. And it’s such a sweet, loving kiss that she gives back to me, I can tell she’s missed me, as I have her.

  “Better now?” I whisper against her lips.

  She nods once, so I know she’s not.

  “Want to talk about it?” I ask, hesitantly.

  She takes a deep breath. “It was Kane.”

  Just hearing that name is all it takes to fire me up. I feel my cheeks flush red, and I know my eyes will have darkened with anger and hate for the pond scum that he is. And it kills me that even though he’s dead, he’s still here, frightening the shit out of my wife through her dreams.

  “That fucker!” I hiss through gritted teeth.

  “Tristan...” Her voice is calm.

  I swallow hard and take a deep breath trying to regain my composure. “I apologise, I just hate the thought of him hurting you, even in your dreams.”

  Coral takes another deep breath. “It wasn’t anything new,” she whispers.

  I look down at her. “Nothing new?”

  “It was...you know... what happened in the pool room that day.” Her eyes close for a moment.

  I frown at her. I can't tell if she’s just saying that to protect me. “You screamed Coral, a terrible scream, made my blood curdle.” I feel a shiver run down my spine.

  “That was probably the part where you wouldn’t wake up, I couldn’t resuscitate you,” she whimpers.

  I reach out and stroke her cheek. “So it wasn’t Kane trying to hurt you?” I ask - I have to know.

  “No baby. Not Kane. The only person in the world that can hurt me now is you, so you better stick around hubby.” She grins widely at me, and I know my girl is back. “I’m sorry,” she says again.

  “Seriously Coral, if you apologise once more’ – “You’ll what?” she asks, her eyes wide and teasing.

  “I’ll take you over my knee,” I tell her playfully.

  “Oooh...I like the sound of that,” she giggles.

  “Oh really?” I tease back, laughing too.

  “Yes,” she giggles in delight, so I lean down and kiss her, she reciprocates, her tongue swimming passionately against mine.

  I moan with want as I move her so that she’s straddling me, our lips still entwined.

  “Wait!” Coral suddenly stops, and pulls back, we are both panting.

  “What baby?” I ask, running my hands up her legs, noticing for the first time that she’s wearing a very sexy, short, black lingerie piece. That her makeup is dark and smoky and very sexy, and she’s done something different with her hair, making it look wild and sexy like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman – I had a thing for her back in the day.

  Coral rests her hands against my cheeks. “Aren’t you hungry? Thirsty?” she asks, her eyes searching mine – Oh yeah, and she smells fucking amazing!

  “Only for you,” I whisper, my dick throbbing against her.

  “Oh Tristan,” she whispers, ‘I have missed you so.” She leans her forehead against mine with her eyes closed.

  “I’ve missed you too baby. I want you – now!” I tell her, inhaling her sweet scent.

  “So take me,” she teases - I don't think twice.

  Finding the hem of her lingerie, I slowly lift it across her back side, up over her torso, until her breast are free, the satin feels smooth and sexy, making my dick pound even harder, I pull it over her shoulders and throw it onto the floor. Noticing the very skimpy black thong she has on – Damn she drives me wild!

  I reach down and sink my mouth around her pert nipple. Her eyes close and she moans in delight, making me want to be buried in her right now.

  “Tristan,” she whispers, ‘in me, right now,” she pants.

  Great minds think alike. I reach down, wishing I wasn’t wearing my suit, click the belt open, the button and the zip on my trousers, as Coral quickly relinquishes me of my tie and unbuttons my shirt, her hands running across my chest and abdomen – Fuck I want her, so badly!

  “Coral,” I moan and kiss her again.

  “Oh Tristan, you turn me on so much baby!” She pants, kissing me harder, faster. Little moans of pleasure escaping her lips. I lean up and pull my trousers and boxers down. My dick springs free, hard and aching, ready to rock. Coral cups him in her hand and slowly moves up and down, watching her own handy work. Fuck, she’s good at this.

  I look up at her, she looks down at me – and I’m consumed by the amount of love I have for this girl. That feeling in my abdomen swells and flows through me, filling every corner of my being.

  I skim my hand up the inside of her thigh, until I reach her soft, warm, wet, and very inviting clit. I circle my fingers around a couple of times, making her moan, her hand falters against my dick – Not wanting to waste anymore time, I lift and position her, she slowly pushes down on me until I’m full to the brim, buried deep inside her, just like I wanted to be earlier.

  “Oh baby...the way you make me feel,” I tell her. I can never fully explain it, not in words.

  “Ditto baby,” she moans and begins to move.

  Reaching down, she takes my face in her hands and sinks her tongue inside my mouth, moving in time with her hips. I’m overwhelmed.
This woman, this beautiful, fragile soul is my wife. I still have to pinch myself sometimes that it’s true - I wrap my arms tightly around her, pulling her closer to me, and lose myself in her beautiful, sexy warmth...

  Nine

  I WAKE, AND REALISE WE’RE still in the same position we fell asleep in. I’m on my side, Tristan behind me with his strong forearms wrapped around me, his one hand holding mine, his other resting against my arm. Our legs are entwined, and his head is gently resting against mine with his lips resting against my shoulder. I very slowly turn my head so I can peek at him, he looks so lovely, and just as I think that he takes a deep satisfied breath, gives me a squeeze with his arms, and breathes out, falling back into his deep slumber.

  I’m so happy he’s home. I close my eyes again, feeling deeply relaxed and in love. His scent surrounds me, so I take another deep breath as he softly sleeps beside me. Oh I love this, and I have missed him terribly, even though he’s only been gone for a couple of days.

  As I slowly come back down to earth, I look up at the clock on the wall, only to find its almost 2pm. Tristan and I have spent the whole day in bed, making love, talking and giggling like a couple of teenagers that are up to no good, which ironically was not only my plan, but Tristan’s too.

  I sigh, feeling blissfully happy. It’s absolutely bucketing down outside, rain lashing hard against the windows, the wind is howling, and it’s so dark already - there’s supposed to be another storm on its way. Yet, lying here, I feel warm, safe, and happy.

  I glance down at the Christmas Tree lights that are twinkling sweetly, and I can't help thinking of those that don't have this. I mean a roof over their heads. I always think of the homeless this time of year, of how cold and hungry they must be, and maybe that’s because it was almost my predicament, or maybe it’s because Christmas is supposed to be the time of year that one thinks of others, and helps others, yet like most things it has become commercialised along with everything else, which is annoying - But for now, I will clear my mind and enjoy this blissful moment with my lovely husband. My stomach groans, loudly, too loudly – Damn I’m hungry - Making love all day will do that to a person.

  Tristan starts chuckling behind me.

  “Oh no!” I turn my head and kiss him. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

  “Don't be,” he smiles so sweetly at me and kisses the tip of my nose.

  “But you looked so peaceful and happy,” I reply.

  “I’m always happy when I’m with you, be it in my waking or sleeping hours,” he replies, kissing my lips again.

  “You say the sweetest things baby,” I kiss him again, and gaze up at my husband, completely and utterly in love with him.

  “You’re hungry,” he states, and goes to move.

  “No wait!” I plead. “Stay here, just a few more minutes,” I add and close my eyes again.

  “Er...Coral,” Tristan whispers.

  “Mmm?” Is all I can reply.

  “I need to pee,” he chuckles.

  Oh well, I guess the wrapped up in each other’s arms is over for now. “Ok,” I smile widely at my man, and release his arms.

  He bounds out of bed as though he’s had a full night’s sleep – which he hasn’t – and I watch, with the biggest grin on my face as he saunters his sexy, naked body into the en-suite.

  Damn he has a cute ass!

  “Mmm...” I reach my arms up and have a good stretch, my muscles protesting slightly, but feeling glad that I cancelled mine and Tristan’s training today with Will.

  He is now Tristan’s personal trainer too. And I no longer go to the gym. Will comes here for both Tristan and I, and we train downstairs, in the gym. I look up at the ceiling reflecting again on how much has changed these past couple of months. At the recommendation of my physiotherapist Raj, who I am still seeing as my shoulder still needs work after being shot by Susannah, Tristan hired a personal yoga teacher for me. Sam is amazing, and she has helped me become more flexible than I have ever been.

  Yoga really helps with those certain...let’s say...positions one finds themselves in when getting down and dirty with their man. I can't help chuckling at that thought, Tristan and I really go to town sometimes, but I’m presuming it’s like that for every couple that are in a safe, intimate, and very loving relationship, I stretch again, feeling my shoulder twinge a little, and slowly sit up.

  Tristan comes out of the en-suite, with dishevelled sexy hair, and smiles his most sexy smile at me. I watch as he pulls his grey baggy PJ bottoms on, commando style, and pulls on a white vest, making me swoon at him – He really does have the most gorgeous shoulders, strong and wide, and very sexy!

  I smile coyly at him. “What’s your hurry?” I question, and open the quilt so he can climb back into bed with me.

  His grin widens as he crawls up the bed towards me. “Out of bed woman, you need to eat.” He states, with a quick, chaste kiss on my lips, and a sexy slap on my ass, which makes me giggle. “Come on,” he orders.

  “Yes sir,” I salute him, making him smile again.

  He stands and walks towards the bedroom door. “If you are not downstairs in five minutes you are going to be in trouble young lady!” With that, he opens the bedroom door and saunters out.

  FIVE MINUTES LATER I am sat on a breakfast stool, watching Tristan whip up some scrambled eggs for us. He has coffee brewing, and bread toasting. It smells divine. My stomach grumbles in appreciation. The radio is playing Christmas songs in the background, and right now Greg Lake is singing ‘I Believe In Father Christmas’ – One of my favourites, so I sing along, much to Tristan’s amusement.

  And as I do, I can't help thinking back to us all decorating the house – it’s a big house, and took a lot longer than I remember it taking with Gladys. Which makes me think of my studio, and the tiny Christmas Tree I used to have, it was the only Christmas decoration I used to put up – I wonder what happened to it? – And for some reason, I’m consumed and overwhelmed again by the moment.

  Tears spring to my eyes as I think about all that has changed. I no longer live at my studio, dreading and counting down the days to Christmas, knowing I was going to have to put on a brave face for so many days as I stayed over at Gladys’. I never have to do that again. I’m no longer a lonely singleton, and I never have to spend another Christmas wishing the right man would come along and whisk me away on a sleigh. I blink back the tears as I gaze at the mini Christmas Tree sat on the breakfast bar – I think we went a little overboard with the decorations, but hey, it’s Christmas!

  The house however, seems eerily quiet with only Tristan and I rattling around in it. Danny is staying at Joes until next week, as his news was good, a big old yes from Joe, so I felt it was needed, not that I’ve told Tristan yet. Although, he’s not sure about Christmas, something about Joe’s parents coming to hers this year, so he’ll probably stay with them. I am resigned that it will be another no.

  Feels strange without Edith here though, I guess I’ve finally got used to having her around, been very thankful for her actually. Working full time at my new venture, the sandwich shop Tristan bought for me has been hard work. All the re-fitting, decorating, new menus and systems, have made a huge change, and I’ve been so tired by the time I got home, that it’s made me really appreciate Edith, and having a meal ready and waiting has been wonderful – I’m a lucky girl, I know that.

  But Edith told me the day we were decorating that she’s always gone away for Christmas, to her daughters, that she loves the build up, and it’s even more special and magical since her granddaughter arrived, that she just loves seeing the excitement on her face as it gets closer to the big day, when Father Christmas comes down the chimney, which makes me think of Tristan and I, and the fact that he has me now.

  The thought of him on his own last Christmas, in pain and grieving the loss of his folks, washes over me again, making me shudder slightly – but I refuse to let it take hold. So I take a deep breath, clear the feeling, and think of how lovely our day has been
so far, and I’m soon back into the happy mood I was in a couple of minutes ago.

  “Want some help?” I ask Tristan, but really I’m just enjoying watching him move around the kitchen.

  “Nope, all under control,” he replies with a sweet smile. “Besides, I wanted to cook for you.”

  “I like cooking for you too,” I reply, and take a sip of orange juice.

  “I know you do baby, and I love your cooking. But I wanted to treat my beautiful wife, who I haven’t seen for two days, and who I have missed, to a late brunch.”

  My hearts swells with love. I blow him a kiss, which makes him smile widely. Then he saunters over with two plates, and places them down in front of us. I have two pieces of thick granary toast that are piled high with scrambled eggs. Oh not again!

  And I think once again, that I should take the opportunity to have that chat with him.

  “Tristan, thank you, but I can't eat all that,” I tell him. “One piece of toast and eggs is perfectly adequate!”

  “Coral – You have lost weight again. Don't think I haven’t noticed. You are far slimmer than when I met you, and it worries me. I want you healthy, not withering away in front of me.” He’s getting annoyed.

  Not wanting another argument about it, I sigh and dig into my brunch. We eat silently for a few minutes, but I just can't help it, I have to say something. So I decide that now is most definitely the time for that chat!

  “You know, I’m not going to keep telling you it’s because I’m in love.” I huff, and eat another forkful of eggs.

  “And I’m not going to keep telling you that it worries me,” he replies, his fork midair, his look one of stubborn disapproval.

  I narrow my eyes at him. “Ugh, you are so stubborn, you know that!”

  “I could say the same for you,” he replies, and continues to demolish his food.