A Heaven Hill Christmas

by Laramie Briscoe

  He wanted to know all of her secrets, didn’t matter what they were, and didn’t matter how she thought they’d made her look in his eyes. He wanted to know everything about her. “Please enlighten me,” he pushed his hands to the pajama pants he wore, working to untie the string at his abdomen.

  “When I bought those pajamas, I bought you your Christmas gift as well. I figured I’d let you open it tonight,” her eyelids grew heavy. “After all, you’ve been such a good boy.”

  He’d have to be deaf, dumb, and stupid to miss the sexual innuendo she was throwing his way, and by the way his cock started to lengthen in his pants, his body was on-fucking-board with whatever she wanted to do. “When do I get to see this present?” he asked, because he was damn sure ready to open it. Hell, it felt like he’d been ready to open it for most of his life.

  “If you give me a few minutes, I’m all yours,” she blew him a kiss as she walked towards the bathroom.

  When the door clicked, he blew out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. Damn, but the way she’d blossomed into the woman she was now was amazing. When he’d first met her, she’d been beautiful but dowdy and unsure of herself, thanks to a horrible relationship with the twins’ father. Liam had taken the time to coax her out of the horrible insecurities she had and now she’d bloomed into a gorgeous woman, completely in tune with her body, and completely down for anything he wanted to try.

  If he’d molded her from wax, he wouldn’t have been able to get a better finished product. Fuck, he was sweating. She heated his blood up faster than any woman he’d ever known. Hell, he didn’t even know what she’d be wearing when she opened the door and revealed herself to him, but it was enough to make his hands fucking shake as he pushed his hair back from his face. There had never been another woman who’d affected him like this, and it was as intoxicating as any drug ever made.

  As he made a circle of the bedroom, he pictured what she looked like in the bathroom, tried to conjure up what she’d bought him. They’d played around with lingerie a time or two, but it hadn’t been enough for him to figure out what she actually liked. She was a clean slate, and his mind went in a thousand different directions.

  Was it a teddy? Was it a baby doll dress and some cute as hell boy shorts? Did she wear a bra and a thong? A garter belt? Better yet, did she forego the bra altogether and get a g-string and pasties? The possibilities were fucking endless and his mind was running wild.

  When he heard a sound on the other side of the door, he was at full attention, both figuratively and physically. Running his palm down his stomach, he adjusted his erection, hoping not to make it look as lewd as he felt it did. He loved everything about her, but above all she turned him on more than anyone else he’d ever met in his life.

  “Are you ready?” her voice was unsure, but he could also hear a tone in it that said she wouldn’t back down, even if she was a little scared.

  “Been ready since the day I met you. C’mon out and give me my Christmas present.”

  He hoped he hadn’t sounded as desperate as he felt in this moment, but he couldn’t help how excited he was. This was the best Christmas gift he was ever going to get, he knew it without a doubt.

  He held his breath as he watched the doorknob turn, and he waited for what felt like forever as she completely opened the door, revealing her body to him.

  “Damn,” he whispered hoarsely, his hand going directly to the cock that had jumped as he’d gotten a good look at her.

  “You like it?” she asked, a small smile on her face.

  “Fucking love it,” he was over to her side of the room in three strides. “Turn around for me.”

  His eyes devoured her, his idea of what she’d look like was nowhere near how she really looked. How she looked in the flesh was even better. A barely there bra covered her full breasts, a barely there thong was framed by garters dangling from her hips, and holding up very sheer stockings. She’d put on a little weight the last month or so and the extra curves accentuated everything about her figure. He was pretty sure he was drooling as she turned around, sticking her ass out at him slightly.

  “Merry Christmas,” she whispered over her shoulder.

  “So,” he breathed, his voice deep and husky to his own ears. “When do I get to unwrap my gift?”

  She stepped forward so they touched, and grabbed his hand, positioning his fingers at the front clasp of her bra. “Right now.”

  *

  Denise shook as she felt Liam’s fingers on her skin. All her life she’d heard of these elusive people, had read happily ever afters in romance novels, but she’d never believed she’d have that one person who knew her better than she knew herself. In her mind, in her experience, those things didn’t happen to her.

  The man standing in front of her right now with the hottest look on his face, molten desire in his eyes, and a hungry moan coming from his throat, that man had obliterated every insecurity and every defensive wall she’d put up around her heart. He’d done it by being exactly who he said he was, loving her for the woman she’d become, and treating her kids like his very own. She’d never in a million years expected to meet someone like him, and she thanked her lucky stars every day that she had.

  His eyes flashed with a heat she’d never seen as his finger flicked the front clasp of the bra she wore. Cool air hit her heated flesh and her legs gave way slightly. His arms encircled her waist, holding her up against the onslaught of sensations that were bombarding her.

  Using her hands, she put them on his shoulders and flexed her fingers against his muscles, digging her nails into the skin. Maneuvering them closer to the wall, he pressed her up against it, inserting his thigh in between her legs to help hold her steady.

  “If you could ask me for one thing, for your present,” she whispered against his ear. “What would it be?”

  She could see his brain working, could positively see his mind churning. Denise was sure he played any number of sexy scenarios through his head. A part of her worried what he would ask of her, the other part was so fucking excited and aroused, she wanted to do anything he’d ask of her.

  His fingers tangled in her hair, the strong fingers pulling slightly on the ends. In response, her nipples tightened against him, and she felt an answering tug where her crotch was covered with expensive silk. She loved the roughness of him, loved he could ask it of her, give it to her, and still tell her he loved her as he plowed into her body. She’d never been with anyone like him before, and the intensity with which he took her always stole her breath away.

  “Anything I want?” his voice was hoarse, the words garbled, like he couldn’t believe she’d told him so.

  A part of her wanted to say within reason, but Liam Walker was hers and she was his. Fact of the matter was, she trusted him with everything in her life, and number one was her pleasure. She trusted him to take care of her, trusted him to take her beyond her boundaries, and most of all trusted him to make her feel good and loved. They’d never had an experience where she’d walked away feeling unsatisfied, even if he’d been selfish in his needs.

  She knew she wouldn’t now.

  Tilting her head, he put his arm around her back, slowly lowering her to the plush carpet. “On your knees, baby doll.”

  The dark resonance in his voice was enough to flood her with excitement and moisture. Merry Christmas to her.

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  Chapter Four

  Liam watched as her dark head sank down so that she was face-to-face with his erection. Submission wasn’t something that normally got his blood pumping, but he fucking loved it when Denise surrendered to him. She’d spent most of her life as an independent woman, not needing help from anyone, learning to do most everything by herself and to know she gave that independence up for him—that was heady stuff.

  He ran his hands through her hair so that he cupped the back of her head, tilting her in just the perfect motion so that her jaw opened enough to take his cock inside. Once he was sure he was seated, he l
et go of her head and placed his hands on the wall, effectively trapping her head as he pressed his length inside her warm mouth.

  He waited for her to push him away, waited for a protest that he was being too rough, but when all that came was her nails digging into his ass cheeks and the stab of her nipples against his thighs, he decided to say fuck it and let himself enjoy what she was offering.

  Her mouth was warm, wet, and when she sucked hard against his retreat, he groaned so loud he was afraid he’d wake the kids. His fingers grabbed for purchase on the wall, but when he couldn’t grab onto anything, he leaned forward and let her take him even deeper down her throat.

  “Son of a bitch,” he snarled when she reached around his ass and cupped his balls from behind, rolling them in her fingers, using the same motion her tongue did.

  He knew he should withdraw, give her a minute to catch her breath, he could feel it gusting against his abdomen through her nose. But even that turned him on, knowing that she was fighting against his girth, inhaling deeply and all she was getting was his scent was enough to make him want to groan again.

  Pulling back, he took one hand from the wall and cupped the back of her neck, contorting his torso until it allowed him to watch as she shoved deep again. “Take one of your hands and work your tit for me,” he instructed, his eyes zeroing in on the wetness her chest was catching as it rolled from her mouth.

  Her saliva had nowhere to go besides down as he didn’t give her a reprieve. This was the messiest, dirtiest, blow job he’d ever gotten, and damn if it didn’t make him want to blow his load deep. He watched as she gathered some of the moisture and brought it to her breast the way he’d asked her to. With a flick of her wrist, she tweaked her nipple and moaned so deeply he could feel it against his shaft.

  “Can you take more?” he cupped her jaw in his hand, wanting to make sure before he started the face fucking that he knew would get him off.

  She nodded, and that was all he needed to know.

  *

  She’d known this would be out of control the minute she’d started it. There weren’t many things that turned Liam into a madman, but showing a little bit of submission was definitely it. Honestly, it turned her on too, in ways she didn’t want to explore very deeply.

  Bracing her head against the back of the wall, she closed her eyes and let him shove and withdraw in time to a beat only he heard in his head. It was hot, feeling him lose his usual ironclad control, and knowing that she was the only one who could do this to him? That made her even hotter.

  Abandoning the breast he’d told her to fondle, she grasped him around the ass again and helped him swing his hips into her, digging her nails into his hard flesh.

  “Goddamn,” he growled from above her, and she wished she could see his face. She wondered what he looked like. Did he look at her with love? Were his eyes closed against the storm of sensations she knew he was feeling? Was he gazing at her with a single-minded determination to have this orgasm and then get her off? So many questions she didn’t have answers to.

  She could taste him though, saltier and more intense than she had in the beginning, and now when she snaked her hand around his ass, his balls were much tighter. They were drawn up almost completely into his body, and she knew he was about to lose it. The knowledge that she’d brought him there so fast with just a pose, her tongue, and the suction of her mouth was enough to give her a surge of moisture of her own. Her nipples peaked so tightly they rubbed against his thighs again, the push and pull of his body doing more for them than they would if he were paying attention to them with the pads of his fingers.

  It all coalesced into a sort of organized orchestra that made her wonder if she could get off without him ever touching her. She could feel a tightening in her own stomach as she heard his grunts and groans above her. They reverberated off the wall and it was the hottest thing she’d ever heard. The speed with which he was pushing into her mouth let her know he was close to coming.

  All of a sudden, she heard him beat against the wall, and one hand came down to yank on her hair. It was the only warning she had as he flooded her mouth, and as she heard him letting go above her, she did have an orgasm without him touching her. Pushing back against his thighs, she pitched her weight forward onto her hands, trying to deal with the emotions and feelings running through her body.

  Denise could hear the deep breathing of Liam against her own panting breaths.

  “You came without me touching you?” his out-of-breath voice asked.

  She nodded, laying down on the carpet, but even the feeling of that was too much for her body. She’d never been so sensitized in her life. He grabbed her around the hips and flipped her over. Hooking his arms under her thighs, he pulled the g-string aside and nosed his way between her legs, before she felt his breath against her core, as he spoke.

  “Then let’s see how well you come when I do touch you.”

  *

  Liam was still buzzing as he shoved her thighs up with his shoulders and pulled those barely there panties aside before diving in. Denise had blown his mind and he wanted to do the same for her. When they’d first gotten together, she’d been insecure about the things they’d done, but in the past few months, she’d really opened up. And for her to be so in tune with her body, she’d come without him touching her? He could almost grind his cock into the carpet and come again at the thought.

  Using his tongue, he circled the hard nub of her clit, lapping up the wetness there.

  “Please,” she begged as she grabbed the strands of his hair and pulled him closer to her. “Please don’t stop.”

  There was no way he would stop, that would take a natural disaster, and even if a tornado came bearing down on them right now, Liam wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. Feeling the sharp tug on his scalp made him groan. As much as her body seemed to be alive, so did his. He pressed his middle and index finger up into her wetness as he circled his tongue around her nub.

  “Fuck,” she breathed out, and he smiled against her flesh. She didn’t cuss all that often, and when she did, he knew he had her in a place that was going to blow her mind. She was no prude, that was for sure, but with kids, she tried to keep her mouth as clean as possible.

  He moaned against her pussy, knowing she felt the vibrations.

  “Keep doing that,” she begged as she pushed her bod up to meet his tongue. “Fucking please keep doing that.”

  Liam wasn’t sure what he’d hit on, but he kept up his rhythm, kept the motion, and held on for dear life as her thighs clamped down on his head.

  “That’s it,” she screamed, and he felt her body let go.

  Scared she’d wake the kids up, he vaulted over her thighs, pressed a palm to her mouth and thrust his cock into her depths, feeling the end of her orgasm against his length. Neither one of them stopped as he started to fuck her. When one orgasm ended, another one began and it didn’t take much until he was shooting into her depths with one of his own.

  In the aftermath, they lay on the floor, both trying to catch their breath against the frantic beating of their hearts.

  “So,” she cleared her throat as she glanced over at him. “Merry Christmas.”

  He laughed, putting a hand his stomach. “Merry Christmas to you too, babe. Love you.”

  She scooted over so he could wrap her in his arms, and rested her head against his chest. “Love you more.”

  And quietly the two of them got up, got dressed in regular pjs and went to sleep, knowing the teenagers in the house would probably wake them up early.

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  Chapter Five

  Denise came awake suddenly as she heard loud feet on the stairs. There was no light coming in from the curtains, so she reached over, grabbing her cell phone off the nightstand. She squinted, not being able to believe her kids were up at four am.

  “Liam,” she whispered as she leaned into him.

  He stirred and she wondered if she should really wake him up, but it felt wrong not to. He’d made
such a change in their lives. The biggest difference, really, and she wanted him to reap the benefits of seeing the kid’s faces as they opened their gifts.

  “Liam,” she tried again, this time letting her breath hit his ear.

  “Yeah?” he woke immediately, eyes scanning the dark room, ready to pounce if need be.

  She put her hand on his chest. “Nothing’s wrong. The kids are awake.”

  “Yeah?” he asked, this time a bright smile on his face. “I can’t wait until Drew sees what I got him.”

  She couldn’t either, although she had been a little less excited when Liam had shown her. She knew though, that her son would be very happy. “Let’s get ready and go down there. If I know those two, they’ll be pounding on the door pretty soon if we don’t.”

  They’d gotten dressed last night after their own Christmas gifts, but now Denise turned the light on and went about picking up the remnants of the night they’d had, throwing her lingerie in the clothesbasket.

  “By the way,” Liam’s voice was rough and deep with sleep still. “If I didn’t tell you last night, I thoroughly enjoyed my gift. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

  The praise in his voice put goosebumps on her arms. Turning around and twining her arms around his neck, she lifted up so their lips could meet. “I couldn’t either, thank you for letting me show that part of myself to you, and being man enough to help me bring it out.”

  “If anyone else tried to bring it out, I think I’d kill them.”

  She grinned. “I truly don’t think any other man can bring out in me what you do. Doesn’t matter what you do for your club. With me, you’ve always been patient, kind, and understanding. I seem to bloom and grow under your watchful eye, and I can’t thank you enough for giving me and my kids the chance to do that.”

  It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her the pleasure was all his, that she’d changed his life as much as he’d changed theirs, but there was an impatient knock at the door.