A Heaven Hill Christmas

by Laramie Briscoe

  “That’s blackmail,” he laughed as he smoothed a hand down her back, cupping the curve of her ass.

  “All’s fair in love and Christmas gifts,” she licked her lips and shot him a saucy grin.

  Steele couldn’t believe how saucy she’d gotten. Back when he’d first met her, she’d been scared of her shadow, and even more scared of the world around her. To know he’d helped bring out this side of her? He’d give her fucking Christmas gifts every damn day. Grunting, he disentangled himself from her arms and got up from the bed they shared.

  “Close your eyes,” he told her. “I don’t want you to see where I hide your stuff.”

  She huffed, but did as he asked as she covered her eyes and waited for him to tell her when the coast was clear. Steele watched, to make sure she was following his request, because it’d taken him forever to find a good hiding spot, damned if he was going to lose it now.

  He grasped the smallest gift and walked back over to the bed. Once she felt his weight make the mattress dip, she opened her eyes. “What is it?” she asked, her voice reminding him of a kid.

  Too often he forgot that she wasn’t used to things like this. Having a seat, he handed her the small package, wrapped by someone he’d paid, because Travis Steele did not wrap gifts.

  “It’s small,” she gave him a look. “But good things do come in small packages.”

  “That’s right they do,” he nodded.

  She shook it around in her hand but heard nothing. “It’s not loose.”

  “Nope,” he shook his head. This was something they did every time he gave her a gift. She always tried to figure it out before she opened it.

  “I think I’m just gonna have to open this one,” she twirled it around in her palm before she ripped the paper open, using her fingernails to help her gain entrance. In her hand sat a Tiffany Blue box. “Travis,” she gasped.

  “What?” He couldn’t keep the pleasure out of his voice. He’d surprised her and gone to great lengths to do so. “Open it.”

  She did with shaking hands, not being able to believe he’d done this for her. Opening the box, she gasped again as she saw a pair of pearl earrings laying against velvet.

  “I thought about getting you a necklace, because every good Southern Girl needs her pearls, but with you working the way you do, I figured it would get in the way. So I came up with the idea of earrings,” he explained as he took them out of their box and put them in her ears.

  He watched as she struggled to speak to him, her chin wobbling as she inhaled a deep breath. “Thank you. I don’t have any other words besides thank you and I love you.”

  “Love you too,” he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Those are all the words I need.”

  Jagger & Bianca

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  Chapter One

  Bianca Stone cut her eyes to the clock located at the back of her classroom, willing it to fast-forward an hour. It read two-thirty and she was dying for it to be three-thirty, which would signal the end of her workday. The end of her workday would mean she had a total of three weeks off for Christmas and New Year’s. No getting up to an alarm, no rushing to get to school in the morning, and leaving Jagger behind for eight to ten hours while she worked.

  This year the break was much needed because she was burnt the fuck out. She couldn’t wait to sleep in and stay up late with her husband. Whether it be watching stupid Christmas movies on Netflix or between the sheets. She just wanted to spend time with him and not have to worry about anything. She didn’t want to make her lunch the night before, grade papers while sucking down coffee to stay awake, or be the voice of reason when answering emails from worried or angry parents. The next three weeks were hers and hers alone.

  If she could get through the next hour.

  She thought back to the last long weekend she had from school. She and Jagger had spent it on the back of his bike and in bed. She’d never been so relaxed in her life. There were certain things Bianca needed in her life: a good night’s sleep at least three times a week, to ride bitch on Jagger’s bike more often than not, and to be the sole object of his attention in bed at least twice a week. By the time this break was over, she hoped like hell she’d experienced all of those more times than required. After all – she was an overachiever. Bianca licked her lips and couldn’t help the grin that came to her face. Yes, she and her husband had a very active and enjoyable sex life.

  Her hand itched to delve into her purse and pull out her cell phone. It’s what she did when she wanted to waste time and today she wanted to waste as much time as possible. It was bad form though, for her to pull out a cell phone in the middle of class. If any of her students did it, she took it away from them. Of course she’d give it back when class was done, but she tried to follow all the rules she made them follow.

  Pushing her hair behind her shoulder, she sighed, looking out over her class. They were as anxious as she was. Most of them were in small groups talking and laughing. She didn’t miss that nearly all of them had their eyes glued to the clock just like she did. No one was paying attention to her. Throwing caution to the wind, she reached into her bag, grabbed her phone, and sent a quick text to her husband.

  Can’t wait for this day to be over! I miss you, can’t wait to see you tonight! Hopefully they include me, you, and as little clothing as possible.

  It wasn’t exactly a nudie pic, but the implication was there, and it would have to do. Knowing Jagger, it would be just enough to get him going. The grin that spread across her face was mischievous, knowing exactly how he would be affected.

  *

  “What are your plans tonight?”

  Jagger leaned against the quarter-panel of the car he had just finished repairing. When he’d straightened, wiping his hands off, his cell phone had beeped with a message. Checking it, he realized it was a text from Bianca. Normally, she didn’t text him while she was at work. It made his heart race, but he made himself slow down as he swiped his thumb across the screen. Just because he wasn’t used to her texting him during the day didn’t mean this was bad news. Reading the text message, he felt himself looking forward to leaving more than he had all day. Glancing up at Layne, he answered the question posed to him, as he felt a bit of heat rush to his cheeks. Damn him for blushing sometimes when it came to his wife.

  “Having dinner and hopefully christening at least one room of the new house,” he grinned, now ready to get this day over with himself. Life had been busy for the two of them and the next three weeks were theirs to do with as they pleased, however they pleased.

  A few months ago he and B had made the biggest purchase of their lives – a home to call their own. The house they’d bought wasn’t the biggest or nicest, but it was new construction and they loved it. It was on a few acres of property less than two miles from the clubhouse. They loved being out in the country after being cooped up in an apartment in town for so long. The problem was they hadn’t had much time together because of the time of year. Halloween had turned to Thanksgiving and now they were a week from Christmas.

  There had been club functions, friends’ functions; he’d done a couple more nights than normal at Wet Wanda’s, and she’d had to make appearances at the school. They were lucky they weren’t running on fumes with the hours they’d been putting in. And working on top of it? He was ready to let loose for a while and just be. He had a feeling his wife was all about that too.

  Layne blew out a breath. “Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted to come work out in the ring tonight, but I guess that’s a no go?”

  Jagger shook his head, giving him a big thumbs down. “Sorry my man, but that’s a fuck no. B’s been stressed with the way work is going, and tonight I’m planning on making her unstressed – if you get my drift.”

  It hadn’t been long since they’d had sex, but it’d been a long time since they lingered in bed and taken their time. He’d already asked off for the next day, and two days a week for the next three weeks. Saving up his vacation time for when sh
e was off was his favorite thing to do. It allowed them to spend uninterrupted time together and focus on themselves. Since they’d had a huge argument right before they’d gotten engaged, they’d made sure to make time for themselves. Reaching down, he adjusted the erection that was already starting to harden. There was no shame in his game though, everyone knew how much he loved and wanted his wife, and they all knew today was her last day of school.

  Everyone except Layne apparently.

  Layne chuckled. “I’d have to be a dumbass not to pick up what you’re throwing down. I’ll see if anybody else wants to go. Jess is meeting with that agent tonight in Nashville and I’m home alone.”

  Jagger waved his hand in the direction of the other guys. “Any other night, I’d be all for spending some time with you and the guys, but tonight, it’s about me and the wifey.” If he were lucky, Layne would pass along to everyone else what he planned on doing and no one would stop him when it was time to clock out for the day. He planned to be gone as soon as the clock hit five.

  *

  When the bell rang signaling the end of the school day, Bianca could have cried with happiness and relief. Never in her life had an hour taken so long. Normally she waited at the end of the day to see if any of her students had any questions. On more than one occasion she’d given one or two of them a ride home. Today there was none of that. As soon as the clock had turned, she was out of her room with the last body that passed through her doorframe.

  Getting to her Mustang, her cell phone went off in her purse. She’d thought of stopping to see Jagger on her way home, but glancing at the phone and seeing the text was from him, she took a second to read it.

  Go home, take a shower, relax, and get dolled up. We’re going out tonight in celebration of Christmas break.

  He didn’t have to tell her twice. She was anticipating a possible late night with him and if that was the case, she wanted to rest up. Checking the time and doing the math in her head, she knew she had at least a couple of hours before he made it home. Enough time for her to have a power nap and get dolled up. Bianca really didn’t think he’d complain too much if she was still getting dressed when he got home. They’d had plenty of good times together while getting ready for a night out, and there was no reason this couldn’t be another one.

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  Chapter Two

  Jagger pulled his bike into the driveway of his new-ish home. Sometimes when he walked in, he could smell the fresh paint and the hardwood floors. It still hadn’t stopped giving him a sense of pride; the fact he and Bianca had managed to buy themselves a home. Neither one of them could wait until the weather cleared and they were able to get outside and do some landscaping. When they’d signed the papers, he’d held her while she’d cried and damned if he hadn’t thought about crying himself. It was a purchase neither one of them were sure they would ever be able to make, but they’d saved and lucked up on a piece of land they could afford. Building the house had been a struggle, but in the end they’d gotten the majority of what they wanted. What they didn’t get, they knew they could add as the years went by.

  He spotted her car parked beside the back deck and grinned to himself. He couldn’t wait to get her out of her own head, and get her onboard with all his fun plans.

  Before he’d left the shop, he’d made plans with Tyler, Rooster, and possibly Steele to meet at the local Mexican restaurant. If anything would make Bianca feel better and relax, it would be dinner and margaritas with their friends. With any luck, he’d get her tipsy and they’d be able to have a good time when they got home. It wasn’t a must, but he loved when she could let her inhibitions go. He grinned to himself, feeling like the cat that ate the canary.

  He took the steps two at a time as he came in through the back door off the kitchen. He bent down, taking his boots off. B was very particular about anyone walking on her carpet or hardwood with shoes on. He was pretty sure their house would look brand new in ten years. Levering himself off the bench they’d put there for that purpose, he strolled through the mudroom, and as he entered the kitchen and stopped in his tracks.

  “Wow!”

  Bianca rolled her eyes, blushing at the adoration on his face. “Stop,” but it was apparent by the look in his eyes, he appreciated the time she’d taken to get ready.

  December in Kentucky was normally a little chilly, but they’d had a warm front go through a few days ago and highs were in the fifties and sixties. Everybody yelled global warming, but he’d lived in the area his whole life and temperatures (no matter the season) were never going to be predictable. Looking at the dress his wife wore tonight though, he was thankful as fuck for the warm up.

  A little black dress covered her body and a pair of neon yellow heels showcased her feet. He’d never been one to think of shoes as sexy, but these were. With a delicate strap that went around her ankle and her toenails that were a dark color, bordering black, they matched the color on her nails. He loved dark polish on her. It made her look mysterious, and added to her sex appeal. Her blonde hair darkened a little now that it was winter time, the darker color making her eyes sparkle in the low light of the kitchen. The eye makeup she wore was dark and whatever she wore on her lips made them look like strawberries ripe for the picking. He shook his head, whistling, as he walked over to her.

  “No, you’re a knockout. I’m a lucky man,” he leaned down slightly to sweep his lips against hers, burying his hand in her curls to tilt her head back.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she smiled against his lips, gripping her hands in his cut.

  “I need to take like a five-minute shower, and then we need to leave. We’re meeting a couple people at El Maz. Is that good with you?”

  “Like you have to ask me twice. Go get dressed and let’s get out of here. There’s a pitcher of margaritas calling my name.”

  That’s what he liked to hear. Giving her a wink, he made a beeline for their bedroom.

  *

  “How was your last day?” he asked as they drove to the restaurant. He lazily ran his fingertip along her bare thigh, right where the hem of her dress ended. She didn’t stop him, just settled deeper in the seat, spreading her legs slightly.

  Jagger knew his wife’s clues better than he knew his own. He took hints like a fucking champ.

  “School was okay,” she answered, pushing her head back against the seat and looking over at him. Stretching her arm along his back, she played with the edges of his hair.

  He slipped his hand further up her thigh, cupping the flesh on the inside as he ventured towards the warmth he felt beckoning him. “Just okay?”

  She inhaled deeply when his finger made room under the cloth of her panties. “Long,” she squirmed when his finger entered her warmth. “A long, hard day.”

  “Hmmmm,” Jagger hummed in his throat. “Long and hard, huh? Lots of tension build up?” As he said those words his thumb made contact with her clit.

  “Fuck,” she whispered, gripping his wrist with her fingers, spreading her legs wider. “So much damn tension.”

  “Maybe it’s time to let some of that tension go, babe. We’re about five miles from El Maz. Think you can do it?”

  She cut a lazy gaze over at him. “Try and stop me.”

  He chuckled, holding the wheel strong with his left hand while he went after her hard with the right one.

  *

  Bianca relaxed against the seat, letting her husband work his magic over her. Her hand over his, she orchestrated the way he worked against her, directing him in the pressure and speed she needed in order to get off. Her eyes closed, she used her senses of smell and feel to get her there.

  She inhaled deeply, curling against his hand at her core. Smelling his cologne never failed to make her nipples hard. He wore it at his neck and it was what she responded to every time she buried her nose there.

  And feel? Fuck, she felt everything. The rasp of his arm hair against her thigh, the invasion of his fingers in between her flesh, the coolness of the watc
h he wore on his right wrist. As she lifted her hips to meet his thrust and withdrawal, he surprised her by inserting another finger, causing her to take an unsteady breath.

  “Two miles.”

  She pulled her lip between her teeth, biting hard. It caused goosebumps to break out along her flesh. Removing her hand from his wrist, she used her palms to push the skirt of her dress up, exposing her skin to the air. Even though it was dark outside and no one could see, it felt forbidden and the corresponding rush of moisture told her how much she loved it.

  Bringing her palms to her breasts, she cupped them in her hands, imagining they were Jagger’s.

  “That’s it baby, c’mon. We’re almost to the stop light,” he encouraged her. “If you’re not there yet, I’ll stop.”

  The stoplight was right in front of El Maz and she’d kill him if he stopped. “You stop and I’ll finish myself.”

  “The fuck you will.”

  She thrashed her head against the seat, feeling her body tighten against his ministrations. “Don’t stop Jagger,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Don’t hold back, B. You know what you like, you know it’s dark, and I want you to go for it.”

  His voice was quiet in the car, and it had a dark edge to it. She did know what she liked, and she wasn’t sure why she wasn’t going for it. Opening her eyes, she could see the stoplight in the distance, but she had time. So fucking close. Slipping her hands into the top of her dress, she exposed her tits.

  “Yeah baby,” Jagger growled, taking his eyes off the road for a quick glance. “C’mon.”

  Taking two fingers, she stuck them in Jagger’s mouth, moaning when she felt the swirl of his tongue around them. Pulling them from his mouth, she used them to circle her nipple, pulling against the taut flesh.