by Emily Minton
“Why? It’s just him again.”
I know she’s more than likely right, but I hate that she is too scared to even look. “Brandon checking in?” He’s been calling nearly every day since he came back to the states. Julie cherishes those phone calls, so I’d hate for her to miss one because of that dick.
She lets out a tired sigh and pulls it from her purse. Looking down, she turns the phone off. “I told you it was him.”
Shit, twice in three hours. There’s no telling how many times the asshole has called Bethany. She turned her phone off as soon as we walked through Mack and Angie’s door. A few minutes later, I heard her telling Julie that she wasn’t going to let Dean ruin the first real Christmas she has ever had. I guess the holidays weren’t much in the Daniels’ household, at least not for her.
Looking into the rearview mirror, I see Bethany sitting quietly, while a sleeping Jenny rests on her shoulder. “Have you turned your phone on yet?”
She shakes her head, but doesn’t say anything.
“Can you turn it on? See if you have any missed calls?”
A long minute passes before she finally says, “Seven from him.”
Shit, I need to get Shane to put a tracker on her phone too. Maybe, if we have enough proof that he’s harassing them, the cops will finally pull their fingers out of their asses and arrest him. Julie and Bethany have both filed report after report, but nothing is getting done. Pop talked to one of his friends at the station, and the guy said that him being in another state wasn’t the only issue. Just like when he was married to Julie, his daddy is doing something, paying someone, to keep his ass out of jail.
Julie’s voice cuts through my thoughts of Dean. “I was glad that Aunt Angie came home for Christmas, but I wish Brandon had been here too.”
I reach over and grab her hand, knowing she’s done talking about this shit. “He’ll be home soon, baby. You heard Angie. A little rehab, then all he has to do is wait for the Army to release him.”
She nods her head. “I know. I just hate the idea of him being hurt, and me not being there for him.”
“He’s getting better, though, right?” Bethany asks hesitantly.
Julie turns in her seat and looks over the back of the seat. “Yeah, he’s up and walking. Angie says that the doctors think he’ll probably be released in another month, but then he’ll have to go somewhere in Texas for a while, to go through the process of being discharged from the Army. She says that could take a while, even months.”
“Then he’s coming back here, to live in Cromwell?” Bethany asks.
“Yeah, I guess he’s going to work for Uncle Mack.”
They continue to talk about Brandon coming home as we drive to the house. As soon as we pull up, I climb out and grab Jenny from the backseat. After putting her to bed, I head downstairs and grab a beer. Walking into the living room, I see Bethany and Julie sprawled on the floor, wrapping a shit ton of presents. “Where the hell did this all come from?”
Julie smiles. “I can’t tell you all my hidey holes.”
I walk around the room, seeing new clothes, Barbies, and a bunch of games. I only remember buying half this shit, so I can only assume that the girls have been spending more time shopping than I thought. “Where is the present from Santa?’
“Up in our room, under the bed, waiting on you,” she says with a laugh.
“Shit!” I mutter as I walk out of the room and start to climb the stairs. I forgot I had to put the fucking thing together. She tried to talk me into paying the extra thirty bucks to have it assembled. I refused, thinking it would be easy. Once we got it home, I saw how many little pieces there were and had to fight the urge to carry it back to the store.
After pulling the box out, I sit on the floor and start to assemble the dream house. It only takes about ten minutes to get the dollhouse put together, so I’m feeling a bit cocky. My satisfaction fades as I try to put the final piece on. I turn it right then left, but I can’t get the thing to fit. I start to shove it in and jamb my thumb. Shaking the pain away, I mumble to myself. “Fuck!”
I hear a laugh from behind me, and I turn around. Julie is standing inside our bedroom door with a smile on her face. “Is Barbie’s dream house getting the best of my big bad man?” she says as she starts to walk toward me.
I look back to the damn toy and shake my head. “I don’t care what the directions say. This door doesn’t fit.”
“My fingers are smaller than yours. Maybe I can get it.” Julie reaches down and takes the little pink door from my hand, and then she gets on her knees and starts to work on the dollhouse.
She looks so beautiful tonight. Her dark hair is in some kind of fancy knot on top of her head, leaving her neck bare. She’s still wearing the dress she wore to the Christmas Eve party. It’s dark red and stops just above her knees, fitting tight on her ass and loose in the front, but I can still see her small baby bump. It has a scoop neck that hangs down just low enough to see the tops of her breasts. Did I spend most of the night staring at her tits? Hell yeah, I did! They have always been beautiful, but damn, since she got pregnant, they seem to grow more every day. I swear my dick has been hard since the minute I saw her in the damn dress.
She’s bent over, trying to see why the door won’t go in place, her ass high in the air and swaying slightly. I know we need to finish getting everything ready for Christmas morning, but I’ve got to have her now. How can I not, with her ass up high, begging me to take her? I quietly move to the door, clicking the lock, and move behind my girl. Without a word, I grab the bottom of her skirt and pull it up, baring her beautiful heart-shaped ass, covered only by her silky panties.
She starts to rise up, but I put my hand between her shoulders and gently push her down. She looks over her shoulder, a question in her eyes. She starts to voice what’s on her mind, but I shake my head. I rub my fingers over her panties, loving that she’s wet already. My sweet Julie is always ready for me. I continue to caress her through her panties while I open my pants. Pulling the drenched panties to the side, I grab my cock and rub it up and down her pussy, coating it with her wetness, before slowly plunging into her.
“Fuck, baby, how do you keep getting tighter?”
She doesn’t respond with words, but pushes her ass back at me, taking me further inside. I’m riding her with a slow, steady pace of deep thrusts, quicker than I thought possible. Her pussy clenches around me, signaling her release is near. Reaching around her hip, I circle her clit with my fingers and grind my dick into her. Her back bows up as her orgasm rushes through, and I slam myself into her as my spine tingles and my balls pull up, flooding her pussy with my release.
I cover her body with mine, pressing a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. I reluctantly pull away from her gorgeous body and help her stand. I drop another kiss to her lips then remove her dress and bra. She crawls lazily into bed while I undress, then I climb in after her, pulling her into my arms to settle in for the night.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. I love you.”
“I love you too, but you still have to finish that dollhouse,” she teases.
Shit.
Julie
Hearing movement in the hall pulls me from sleep. I know it’s got to be Bethany because if Jenny were up, she’d be pouncing on our bed, excited to see if Santa came. I move to get up from the bed, but Jase stops me, pulling me sleepily against his body.
“Where are you running off to, baby?” he grumbles, pushing his hard cock against my ass while gripping my hips.
“Mmm, Merry Christmas,” I groan. He feels so good against me. I’m not sure if it’s him or my pregnancy hormones, but I’m insatiable when it comes to him. I grind myself into him, letting him know I want him.
His fingers deftly slip between my legs, finding me wet and ready for him. “It’s going to be a very Merry Christmas indeed,” he says as he lifts my leg slightly then slips into me from behind. He’s slowly stroking into me, whispering how much he loves me between ni
bbling and sucking at my neck and ear.
My fingers slip down my stomach and into my wet heat to circle my clit. My orgasm is building quickly, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control to stay quiet. Just before I tip over the edge to oblivion, Jase freezes and whisper yells, “Fuck.”
Laughter bubbles up, and I can’t hold back because I hear Jenny’s door swing open followed by her running down the hall, screaming, “It’s Christmas! Get up! Get up!”
She makes it to the living room, and I can hear her ecstatic squeals as she takes in the haul Santa left her.
Jase starts to thrust again, shallowly. “I can go fast so we can finish,” he tempts.
I’d like to say I’m not tempted, but I am. Even so, there is no chance in hell that we’ve got time before Jenny comes barging in, demanding we get the show on the road. I groan, “If we don’t get up now, she’ll come get us.” I get out of bed and throw a wink over my shoulder. “I’ll finish you off later, sexy.”
Jase is so cute when he’s frustrated. He’s mumbling to himself about blue balls and cock blocking Santas, and I can’t stop giggling at his situation. He climbs out of bed, grabbing his pants from the floor. He’s just got them zipped over his still hard cock when I saunter over and kiss him softly then rub my hand over his bulge. “Don’t pout. It’s Christmas.”
He growls, literally growls, before slapping my ass playfully. I quickly scoot out of the room, giggling as I head to the living room, Jase quick on my heels.
There are even more presents under the tree than there was when I went to bed. I look over at Jase, and he smiles at me. I shake my head and mouth, what did you do?
He just keeps smiling as he watches Jenny looking from present to present. She’s bouncing from foot to foot, so excited. “Can I open them now?” she asks in a shout.
“Calm down, baby. We’ll get some breakfast first, and then you can tear into the gifts. Okay?” I tell her.
“Can’t I just open one right now? Please,” she whines.
I look over to Bethany and Jase, and they’re both nodding, every bit as excited as she is. “Fine, you can open one gift, and then we get some breakfast.”
She starts with the biggest present first. When she sees it’s a Barbie Dream House, she starts to squeal. “Look what Santa brought me.”
She doesn’t wait for any of us to respond, just grabs another gift. So much for breakfast first. Before I know it, we’re all opening gifts. When I open Jase’s gift, I start to tear up. “Wow.”
It’s a silver bracelet with a charm of two intertwined hearts hanging from one of the links. I look closely, and the words Forever in My Heart are engraved on it. Small diamonds are imbedded in the charm. It’s the exact same bracelet that I noticed while we were shopping for Christmas presents for Jenny. I must have looked at it long enough for him to take notice because I never mentioned it.
I look over to him to say thank you, but I stop when I see what he’s holding. He has the photo album that I made him laid across his lap. I worked on it for hours, digging through every single picture I had. It’s filled with pictures of Jenny’s life. I tried to add all the big moments in her life; every birthday, holiday, first day of school…I even added pictures of her ultrasound photos and me when I was pregnant. I’m just about to ask if he likes it when he looks up with shiny eyes. “This is the best damn gift I’ve ever been given.”
Jase
I’m still lying in bed, half awake, half asleep. Julie is cuddled tightly to my side, breathing deeply in her sleep. I stay still, letting her rest, and think of yesterday. Mom made every holiday special; food, fun, and family. Each one is a memory I cherish, but none of them compared to yesterday. Spending the day with my little girl, my woman, and Bethany was perfect.
A light flutter against my side halts my thoughts of Christmas. I roll my head and see Julie still sound asleep. A second later, I feel it again. It’s barely there, just a gentle movement. What the hell? It suddenly hits me, literally - it’s the baby.
I gently roll over, taking Julie to her back, and pull my arm from under her. I place my hand on her stomach and wait. Minutes tick by, but I don’t feel it. It must have been my imagination. As soon as I start to pull my hand back, the baby moves. Again, it’s nearly undetectable, but it’s there. My child is moving. It’s fucking amazing!
Julie has been feeling him move for a long time. She’s always putting my hand on her bump, asking me if I can feel it. I’ve tried, even lied and told her yes, but I’ve never felt it move before. I feel the baby again, and I smile. It’s worth the wait.
“So, you finally feel the baby?”
I move my eyes to Julie’s face and realize that she knew all along I was lying. “Did the kicking wake you up?”
She shakes her head and smiles a sleepy smile. “No. You did. Did you finally feel the baby move?” she asks again.
I nod. “Yeah. If it’s a boy, he’s not going to be a quarterback. My son is going to be the kicker.”
Julie laughs. “That might excite you, but that doesn’t sound too good to me.”
“Does it hurt?” Shit! I never even thought about that.
“No. Right now, it’s like I have butterflies in my belly. Sometimes, I can feel an actual kick, but they’re still light. I’m actually surprised you can feel it at all. It just feels weird, but later on, it can get a little uncomfortable. When that happens, I’ll have trouble sleeping.”
I shoot her a sexy smile. “So, I guess I’ll have to come up with something other than sleep to do.”
She sits up and crawls over my body. I instantly go hard. “Got any ideas?”
“Hmm, I think we could come up with something?”
Julie bites her bottom lip. “I did promise that I’d finish you off, but I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.”
I lean up to kiss her, but she places her hand on my chest and pushes me back down. “Nuh huh! You woke me up, so I get to play.”
I smile up at her. “Have at it, baby.”
She starts with my neck. She’s slowly kissing her way down. When she gets to my nipple, she bites down, hard enough to make me jump. Fuck!
“Did I hurt you, baby?” she asks, not sounding the least bit sorry.
I shake my head, and she smiles up at me. “Good, then you won’t mind if I do it again.”
She continues to bite her way down my chest and stomach until she makes it to my cock. Once there, her teeth get tucked behind her lips, and the heat of her mouth engulfs me. She gently sucks at the head of my cock, laving the sensitive underside with her tongue. Her hand circles the base of my cock, holding it firmly while she plunges her mouth down to meet her hand.
The pleasure is so intense that I know I’m not going to last long. She’s sucking me hard and fast, her hand following the motion, using her saliva to lubricate my shaft. The base of my cock throbs as I teeter on the edge of release. I grab her head, trying to lift her off of me, but she redoubles her efforts and sucks my cock into her throat, swallowing around the head. That’s all it takes. I pump my hips into her mouth and shoot my release down her throat.
“Fuck!” I groan as she swallows me down. She lifts her head, giving me a saucy look as she licks her puffy lips. Holy shit, she’s so hot. Once I’ve caught my breath, I flip her onto her back and jerk her panties down. Before she can make a noise of protest, my mouth is on her pussy. I swear she’s like an addiction. Everything about her pussy calls to me. I suck her clit between my teeth, nipping it lightly. My Julie likes a little edge to her pleasure; alternating from sucking and nibbling has her panting from desire.
“Ah, Jase,” her breathless moans are always my undoing. “Please…”
Her begging is something I can never deny. I quickly fill her with two fingers, massaging her walls until I hit her sweet spot. Her hips buck up into my face, and her pussy clenches around my digits. I can’t help my satisfied smirk before I suck her clit hard while relentlessly rubbing her sensitive walls. Her pussy clenches onto my
fingers, and she thrashes her head against the bed from the overwhelming sensations.
Before her orgasm hits its peak, I rise up to my knees and thrust into her ruthlessly. She bites down on her lip to hold back her moans as I pound into her. I just came down her throat, and she’s already got me walking that edge again. Her pussy is like a velvet glove, so damn good I want to spend my whole life buried deep inside her. I rub my fingers around her swollen clit, building her higher. Her pussy muscles tighten around my cock, and I swear my eyes roll into the back of my head from the pleasure.
“Fucking come for me, baby. Milk my cock,” I demand, then lightly start to tap on her clit with my fingers.
Her body bows up as her climax takes over. Barely holding back my own pleasure, I thrust until her body is limp beneath me before I finally plant myself deep and groan out my release. Each jerk of my cock elicits a breathy moan from the back of Julie’s throat.
Reluctantly, I pull myself from her body and roll onto my back. I turn my head toward Julie, but she’s already fast asleep. I drop a kiss on her forehead and whisper my love to her before closing my eyes and falling to sleep myself.
Chapter 23
Julie
Today is my six-month checkup. Jase and Jenny are at the doctor’s with me. This is the first time I’ve brought either of them to the OB/GYN. I don’t really like the idea of anyone being back there with me. With the paper gown and all the feeling around, it just seems like something that should be done in private, but today’s appointment is different. I’m having a 3-D ultrasound. It’s a little later than most people normally get an ultrasound, but the doctor gave me the option to wait. I decided to put it off, where we could see more of the baby instead of just a blob.
The doctor says it’s almost as good as an actual picture of the baby. Even though I may feel a little uncomfortable, I want to share this experience with the two most important people in my life. Jenny is so excited that she can hardly stand still, but Jase just looks nervous. I swear there are tiny beads of sweat running down his forehead.
