A Heaven Hill Christmas

by Laramie Briscoe

  “C’mon in, babe. I’m just shutting everything down in here.”

  She was quiet as she came through the doorway and he wondered if she’d had a bad day. Normally she was bursting with stories to tell, ready to clue him in on the hair she’d done, and the gossip she’d heard. He was constantly amazed at the amount of things people told her, just blurted out in her chair. Some of them were small, but others he knew could get major players in Bowling Green in big trouble. Luckily, she was trustworthy and he’d never break her confidence unless he had to in order to keep her safe. He hoped someone hadn’t hurt her feelings.

  “You okay?” he asked as he continued to shut down links, leaving open the ones he knew would alert him if something happened. He could see her in his periphery, stepping inside and shutting the door.

  “Yeah, just a long day,” she sighed.

  He hated that tired note in her voice, wished she would let him take care of her, but she loved to work. Being independent was important to her and after the way she’d been raised, he’d never take that away from her.

  “Good thing it’s over now. What do you say we go take a nice, relaxing bath?” He’d figured out quickly in their relationship that was the one thing guaranteed to take her mind off of anything bothering her.

  “I think we’ll definitely need to take one later,” she answered his question.

  Clicking off the last of his links, he finished turning off most of his set up. “What do you mean later?” he asked as he turned around, his mouth dropping as he took in what stood before him.

  “I think we’ll probably be getting a little dirty.”

  She’d opened her long coat and underneath it she wore the sexiest bra and panty set he’d ever seen in his life. Where had this woman come from? He opened his mouth to ask, but then closed it, afraid it would hurt her feelings. “I’d love to get dirty with you.”

  She dropped her coat. “C’mon then.”

  It was the only invitation he needed, those words and that look in her eyes. Christine had this look she gave him when she wanted him to fuck her hard but she didn’t want to come right out and say it. A lot of times she couldn’t bring herself to ask for it, even though she wanted it. She had that look tonight. And he knew he’d be more than happy to oblige.

  Getting up out of his computer chair, he stalked towards her, letting her see the desire in his eyes. He wore it like a shield of armor, the same way he wore his cut. It was a source of pride for him, a source of deep passion that he’d never allowed himself to have with anyone else. Sure he’d had his share of women, all the men in the club had. They were a hot commodity, every woman wanted to be the one to tame them, and he thanked God every day he’d found the one for him.

  “Did you have this planned?” he asked softly.

  The room wasn’t big and he’d already made his way over to her. Placing a hand beside her head, he leaned in close enough he could feel her breath on his lips.

  “No,” she bit her lip, shaking her head. “This was so spur of the moment I had to call B and have her not let me back out.”

  He chuckled, running a hand down her arm, clasping their fingers together. “So should I be prepared for B to be nosy?”

  “When is she not nosy?” she retorted, laughing along with him.

  Taking his hand off the wall, he cupped her cheek in his hand, caressing her jaw. “What brought this on?”

  “Merry Christmas?” she said it as a question and with a wide smile on her face.

  “Really?” he had a hard time believing that. She didn’t like to use sex as a reward or a gift. Not after the way she’d lived. “Somehow I don’t believe that.”

  “Really,” she wrinkled her nose. “Well, kind of half and half. You’ve been so stressed lately and so tightly wound, you need to relax,” she ran a hand down his t-shirt covered chest, stopping as she encountered the buckle at his waist. It didn’t stop her though as she continued her trek down, cupping the erection so heavy in his jeans. “Maybe release a little bit of that tension you’ve been carrying around. And it is almost Christmas, so why not?”

  The tension he’d been carrying vibrated in the room between them. She’d never been so right about the tension he carried. It was enough to make his shoulders tight and his head heavy.

  “So,” she was saying. “Let me make you feel good Travis, let me take away all that stress.”

  It was tempting, but he’d never been a selfish lover before and he’d be damned if he was going to start now.

  Grasping her around the waist, he lifted her up so that her legs circled his own as he walked them backwards to the chair he loved to sit in.

  “Fuck only making me feel good. How about I make us both feel good, baby. Merry Christmas to both of us. How’s that sound?” He asked as he had a seat and helped her situate herself so that her knees straddled his waist.

  He felt her hands go back to the belt buckle at his waist. “Sounds great to me. Let’s get you out of these,” she gave him a smile.

  The smile was pure evil and he couldn’t help it. He moved one hand behind her neck, pulling her so that their lips met in the hottest kiss they’d ever had. Something about the way the kiss made her grind on his cock, letting him feel the wetness at her core had him ready to blow. Ready to get this over with and use no finesse. That would be okay right? A no-holds-barred rush to the finish line for both of them. His tongue dueled with hers, and she breathed deeply through her nose, making little noises.

  With everything he had, he hoped everyone in the clubhouse was asleep or in for the night and they wouldn’t be able to hear what was going on in his cave, because he had a feeling the chair would be creaking in just a few minutes. Maybe even seconds.

  Their fingers tangled together as they both worked to rid him of his pants, tongues fighting for purchase inside each other’s mouths, breaths being shared as the two of them fought to breathe. Standing up, he grasped her ass and wrapped her legs above the waistband of his jeans.

  “Hold on around my neck,” he told her as he reached under her bottom and undid his belt buckle, sliding out of the clothes that covered his lower body.

  A part of him said he should take the cut off, but there was something about them getting freaky with it on. Reaching up, he ripped the panties off her body and sat them back down in the chair, situating her again so that her legs straddled his lap.

  “What do you want me to do, Christy?” he asked, as they stared at one another for a moment.

  Her eyes shone bright in the muted light of the room. “Fuck me, and make it good. I want to fight to keep my moans quiet, keep my screams in. I want to know that if someone’s outside the door, they can figure out what’s going on in here. I want you to own me.”

  Son of a bitch. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Your wish is my command.”

  Just like it always had been, he’d never been able to deny this woman anything. So with his feet planted on the ground, he used them as leverage to raise her body and impale her deeply on his hard cock. The sound she made would live in his memory forever.

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  Chapter Three

  Christine threw her head back as she sank down on his length, moaning when she felt him expand inside her. Shivers worked their way through her body as she tried to deal with the maelstrom of emotions hitting her from every side.

  When she’d first met Steele, sex had been something kind of off-limits with them. She hadn’t been sure she enjoyed it after what she’d gone through as a teenager. Being given to a religious zealot and forced into sexual slavery did that to a person, but her husband had been patient. He’d calmly shown her everything she needed to know about pleasing him and herself. He’d helped her overcome the fears and insecurity she’d had, and now she could say with complete conviction that she loved this time she spent with him. There was nothing she appreciated more than giving her pleasure over to him and letting him work her body like those keyboards he loved so much.

  Tilting her head bac
k up, she opened her eyes slightly, loving the look of concentration on his face. The black-framed glasses he wore added to his good looks. She thought his mind was one of the sexiest things about him, while he wasn’t the strongest, fastest, or even the most badass in the club, he could fuck someone up with one stroke of his keyboard and she really liked that.

  Grasping the back of the chair behind his head, she circled her hips, letting her head fall forward so she rested her forehead against his shoulder. “Feels so good, Travis,” she moaned when she felt his fingers grip her hips, helping to pull her up and back down over his cock.

  “I know, I know,” he said the words almost like a chorus. “I still can’t believe you picked me. I’m the luckiest bastard ever.”

  She felt the same way about him, but it was hard to put the thoughts into words, especially when he snaked a hand in between her legs and started strumming her clit with his finger. “God,” she yelled.

  Sex with him was sometimes like a religious experience, and for someone who’d grown up the way she had it was a hard thing to admit. When he touched her, entered her body, and gave her everything of him, it was as if she were seeing the other side. Giving into those feelings wasn’t hard because it was the only thing she could do. She could hear moans coming from her throat as she bounced on him, groaning when she felt his palms cup her breasts.

  “Shhhh,” he quietened her. “Someone could hear. I don’t know if everyone else is asleep yet or not.”

  They probably weren’t, and she knew that, because presents needed to be wrapped, cookies needed to be made, and cards needed to be signed. But God, she also needed to be fucked. “I don’t care,” she grabbed his ear between her teeth. “Let them listen.”

  *

  This was new. Travis thought to himself as he heard the words coming out of her mouth. It wasn’t like Christine had never been the type of person to like sex where anyone could hear or see them. He thought back fondly to the night she’d gotten herself off while he’d watched on camera. It had been one of the hottest moments of his life. But this not caring if people heard? Was definitely a new thing.

  Using the tip of his finger, he continued flicking her clit, as he thrust higher up into her. The chair squeaked against the frantic pace of their movements, and he was pretty sure that anyone who wanted to, could know exactly what they were doing. The thought sent a shot of adrenaline through his body and if at all possible, he got harder.

  “Do you like this?” he asked as he pulled her ear down to his lips. “You like someone could hear? You like how loud we’re going at it?”

  “Yes,” the answer was ripped from her throat, sounding like she’d run a marathon as she panted with him. “I like when you lose control and you do all the things I want you to do to me. I love when you let us be exactly who we are to one another. I trust you,” she continued, her voice breaking. “I trust you with everything I am not to hurt me, not to use my pleasure against me. You know how to make me fly, and I can’t get enough of it.”

  Hearing that she trusted him was the best thing he’d ever heard in his life. Trust was hard for Christine, always had been, and even this far into their relationship, there were still times he wondered if he actually had it. Living through what she’d had to made it difficult for her, and he understood that better than anyone else. He held her when she woke up crying, calmed her fears when she had a panic attack, and promised to always be there no matter how hard she pushed him away sometimes.

  She wasn’t perfect, but neither was he. They never had been…but together, they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. They were perfect for each other. They answered to no one and lived their lives exactly how they wanted to. The thought forced a ribbon of heat through him, and he removed his finger from the middle of her body, putting his hands back on her hips. Gripping tightly, he pushed her down as his thighs jackhammered into hers.

  His hamstrings burned like he’d run five miles, but he knew as he heard her voice break above him, felt the sting of her fingernails in his shoulders, the bite of her teeth against his throat, and the hard panting of her breath against his chest, he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop until they were both there, and as he used his feet for leverage on the floor, he knew it wasn’t going to take much for that to happen.

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  Christine could feel her body tightening against his, could feel the rush to the finish line in the way she tried to catch her breath. The swift thrust and exit, along with the angle they were at, was hitting all her hot spots. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

  Digging her nails into his shoulders, she pushed herself further up on his lap, and cried out when he reached forward, capturing her nipple in between his lips. His head moved with the rhythm of their bodies, following the up and down motion, not letting go of the hard nub, as he circled his tongue around it. She could feel the tug of his teeth all the way down to where her pussy encased his cock. It was a dilemma she had. Should she let go of his shoulders and direct his head and mouth, or should she let him do what he was best at?

  Just as she thought she was going to come to a conclusion, she heard and felt the sharp sting of a slap against her ass. This wasn’t something she liked all the time, but when they got out of control, it was a huge turn on for her. Between the bite at her chest and the stinging on her ass, and the invasion of his dick, she was ready to explode.

  “Travis,” she panted, chest heaving, voice rough. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Are you?” he asked as he pulled away from her nipple, gazing up at her over the edges of his glasses.

  Those glasses had slid down his nose and she couldn’t help but love the spontaneity of it all. He was half-dressed, still wearing his cut and t-shirt. Glasses were falling off his face. Pants were at his ankles, stopped by the boots still on his feet. God, she loved this, loved that they could do this to one another. There would never be another man who loved her like this, and she knew that like she knew she was taking her next breath.

  “Yes,” she pushing back against his shoulders, tilting her head back, letting the feeling fly all over her. Her body tightened even further on his cock and she could hear the moan that left his throat.

  “Fuck, if you get any tighter on me,” he stopped the words as she felt her orgasm break over her.

  A rush of moisture could be felt as the two of them heaved against one another, both gasping loudly, cussing with the emotions flowing through their bodies. The chair squeaking one last time as he came to a stop inside her. They didn’t need words, not right now. For just a few moments they needed to be.

  So Christine did what she did best when it came to Steele, she ran her fingers through his hair and tried to tame the thoughts probably flowing through his mind. She timed her strokes with the way he lazily ran fingers up and down her back. And together, they just were.

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  Chapter Four

  Travis was lethargic as he sat back, trying to catch his breath. She’d blown his mind in every single way there was to blow it. This had been the most unexpected Christmas gift he’d ever received in his life.

  “What made you do this?” he asked as he fingered the lace, hanging on by a thread, at her chest.

  She giggled, stretching so she could lay her head against his shoulder. “You’ve been stressed the past few days, and I hate when you’re stressed. You’re kind of a pain in the ass,” she snickered. “But I also know how hard you work and how much you worry. Everyone needs some time to relax every once in a while, and I felt like you weren’t getting that. Plus, I missed you,” she shrugged. “And if I want to have time with you, sometimes I have to make that time.”

  “I can’t believe we christened the cave,” he pushed her hair back from her face. “You know it’s going to be hell for me in here now. I’m gonna sit in this chair and think of the way we are right now, think of what we just did, and I’m gonna have a perpetual hard-on.”

  She kissed the side of his neck. “Good. I want you to have one every time you thi
nk of me.”

  “Babe, that is absolutely no problem,” he nosed his way to her neck, kissing her softly. “I think we need to get dressed and somehow walk ourselves to our room.”

  She sighed, lifting herself off his body, testing her legs as she put her feet flat on the floor. “Oh I’m not as young as I used to be,” she winced. “This is probably going to hurt in the morning.”

  “But it was fun right?” he put a hand around her waist as she steadied herself.

  “Fun doesn’t even begin to describe it,” she admitted.

  He waited until he was sure she was good, and had grabbed her coat before he stood up himself, pulling his pants back around his waist and tucking himself inside. “C’mon, let’s go take a shower and go to bed,” he grabbed for her hand.

  As they exited the room, he was almost sure he’d see people outside, but instead the main room of the clubhouse was quiet. It looked like most everyone was in for the night, or if they weren’t, they’d made themselves scarce. Not letting go of her hand, he walked them down the hallway and to their room.

  When they entered, he let out a sigh of relief, he hadn’t wanted to be stopped and now that he was relaxed as fuck, all he wanted was a shower and a nice warm bed, with the woman of his dreams curled up beside him. Considering he’d never thought he’d have it. He knew that wasn’t too much to ask.

  “You go take a shower first,” he scooted her towards the bathroom.

  “Why don’t we take one together?” she gave him that smile again.

  “Because if I go in there with you, we aren’t showering, and I’m pretty sure we’re both tired.”

  “I hate when you’re right,” she sighed.

  “But you love me no matter what,” he fired back at her.

  “That I do, Travis Steele,” she answered. “That I do.”

  Later, two of them lay against each other, quietly enjoying their time together after they’d gotten themselves in bed.

  “So since I gave you one of your presents tonight, does that mean I get one of mine?” Christine asked as she tilted her head up so she could look him in the eyes.