by C. M. Steele
Chapter 10
Gavin
Our week together was almost over. She’d spent an entire afternoon with the women of my family, buying out Harrods. While I did something special for us. Christmas was just two days away after all, I couldn’t let her leave me on a holiday that always brought my family together.
After their day of shopping, they were driving up to Cambridge, meeting the men and children of the family. My grandfather on my mother’s side passed five years ago, but we remembered the man every Christmas. It was his favourite time of year. And that was when I received the title. It was passed down from him to me because I was the only grandson. My mother didn’t have any siblings, leaving the title to me.
We sat around the fire waiting for the women to return. My sister had two girls and one babe on the way. I planned to fill the house with a brood of babes when Holly was ready.
I heard the crunching of snow as the car pulled up the path. I stood there in the doorway as they exited. “Leave everything in the car, Dad and I will get it shortly. Come warm up.” I stepped up to Holly as she smiled at me. “You come here. I’ve missed you, love.” Wrapping her up in my arms, we kissed. The warmth of her lips and the taste of chocolate on her tongue kept the cold away.
“You know it doesn’t work well in the cold. Shrivels up,” my grandmother said, passing us by. I closed my eyes in mortification.
“It seems you’re still very warm.” I groaned as her hands stroked the front of my trousers.
“Enough. I have a surprise for you,” I said, pulling away and taking her hand.
“What? Besides your beautiful mansion in the woods? This place is perfect.”
“I’m glad you like it because it’s mine, but no, I have another treat for you,” I said, stealing one more kiss before leading the way. I stepped to the side and she let out a screech that could have shattered glass.
“Mom!”
“Surprise,” her mother, Lynn, answered. They rushed into each other’s arms and hugged. A large sigh of sweetness echoed in the room as we all stared at them.
She pulled away from her mother so that she could see her face. “What are you doing here?”
“When Gavin called asking if it would be best if his family flew into Chicago for Christmas or if I and my family would come, I couldn’t pass it up.”
She turned to me with her eyes wide. “You did this.”
“I told you already, Holly, I’d do anything for you. Bringing your mother was nothing, but it means that I get to keep you at my side for another two weeks.”
“Thank you, Gavin. This is the best Christmas present ever.”
“Darling, your mom was your first gift. There’s plenty more to come.”
“Come, let’s leave the love birds alone. They’ve got some things to talk about.”
“They just want to shag. Don’t forget about all the cameras you installed. Can’t have your naked rump on the screen, but at least it’s warm by the fire.”
“Mum,” I shouted.
“Hello, Mrs. Carlson, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Gavin’s mother, Caroline Daniels, and this woman here is my brash mother, Dowager Sutherland.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you.” We watched them all walk into the kitchen, taking the kiddos with them.
“I’m sorry about her.”
“Gavin, she’s wonderfully insane. I love her.”
“Well, Ms. Holly, I love you,” I confessed, unafraid of those feelings. It was most certainly something I could no longer hide.
“I love you, Gavin. More than I understand. How are we going to do this? I have to work and go to school. You have to work.”
“We’ll find a way.”
Chapter 11
Holly
Christmas morning came and under the tree was full of gifts for everyone. I wasn’t expecting gifts, but I had at least ten. Most were from Gavin, but his parents and sisters, and my mother had gifts for me.
We were sitting on the floor around all the mess drinking our coffee and watching the kids open all their gifts. “Where is the gold small gift box?” Gavin asked anxiously, after all the gifts had disappeared from under the tree and turned into a bunch of shredded paper.
“Oh this one?” I said. I looked at the tag and it said, “To Gavin from Holly.” I didn’t give him this.
“This one isn’t from me,” I said, confused, but handed it to him anyway.
He opened the box and pulled out a smaller box. “Holly, this is a gift only you could give me. I love you, and knew that from the moment I saw you that life would be amazing if you got to be mine. Will you marry me?” he asked, presenting the now opened smaller box. I clasped my hand to my mouth.
I nodded, tears welling in my eyes. I couldn’t believe this was all moving so fast. He took my hand and slid the ring on it. As soon as he slipped it on, I threw myself at him, tackling him to the ground, kissing him until we became a little too indecent. I was marrying the man of my dreams.
Epilogue
Holly
One year later…
I closed the doors for the night. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and I would be spending it with my sweet Gavin and his growing family in Cambridge. Once I stepped out into the cold night air, I turned to the sign above. Holly’s.
It was a basic name, but it was mine. It was Gavin’s wedding present to me. We married in Cambridge, a mile from his family estate in a small church that his family attended just a week after I graduated from college with a Bachelor’s in Culinary Arts.
My mother had made the decision to move to the UK as well. She was going to spend the summer touring up north with Holmes, Gavin’s chauffer, who was very eager to go on an adventure with her. We knew that there was more going on, but they claimed otherwise. Once they came back, they had a shocking surprise. Apparently, it had been more than friendly. My mother was pregnant at forty.
The time away from Gavin had been hard. We made a deal to talk every day and he would let me call so he didn’t interrupt my studying or classes. I messed up so many times calling him in the middle of the night, waking him. He didn’t care though, laughing it off, he would talk dirty to me until he had me coming with my hand between my thighs. The sexy Brit had been a serious dirty talker and I wanted more of him. I could never get enough.
Every two weeks he would fly out to see me for three days. The travel was brutal on him; brutal was an understatement, but we missed each other. I missed him so much, I cried myself to sleep the moment he got on the plane back to London. It did help that my mother and his mother constantly kept me busy making wedding plans. The time would go fast on those days. And of course, they never bothered me on days that Gavin was visiting.
Now we were married for six months and I couldn’t be happier. He installed a million and one cameras around my restaurant to make sure I was safe. It was funny, but the man was overly protective of me.
“You, My Lady, are dangerously close to being abducted,” he growled in my ear.
“Why are you here? I told you I would take a cab home.”
“We go through this every day. I will not let you do so. I own my company and have to answer only to myself. Meetings and reports can wait. Your safety is of the utmost importance to me.”
“Okay, let’s go then. Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve and we have a long drive to make tonight.”
“Yes, we ran it close. I’m glad that you kept the restaurant open. You had a most busy night.”
“Yes, the staff loved getting holiday pay for working late.” It was nearly eight, after we cleaned everything up. Both of us were taking time off until the New Year. I had a surprise for my husband and I knew we needed a week to celebrate at the very least.
“The boot is packed to go. We can go straight there.”
“Really? I thought you had a last-minute meeting.”
“I cancelled it. It’s a new client that I decided not to take. He’s up to something illegal and I want no part of it.”
“Good, then let’s get out of here. I want to snuggle under the covers with you.”
“Just snuggle?”
“I want to make love all night,” I told him, kissing his cheek and walking to the car. He opened the door and we were on our way.
Gavin
I woke up beside the most stunning woman in the entire world. This was what made life worth living. Now all we needed was a bunch of little ones jumping on us demanding to open their gifts. God, I thought about that so many times since I met her that I want to beg her to get off the birth control, but she didn’t work this hard to be a stay home mum. If she ever chose that life, I would stand beside her. There were plenty of chefs itching for an opportunity to run a restaurant.
She moaned in her sleep, rolling over and onto my chest. Her body completely naked from the previous night’s romp. I lifted her onto me fully and she started to rock. “Morning, my love,” I whispered.
“Morning, My Lord,” she greeted with a saucy grin. If she kept that up, I was going to diddle her on every surface after everyone left.
“Lady Daniels, you must behave yourself.”
“Why? I want my husband and he wants me,” she said, her hand reaching between us, stroking my cock.
“What does my wife need?” She straddled my hips, lifted up, then slid down my length. A grunt and groan came from us simultaneously. I grasped her firmly by her hair and neck, pulling her face down to mine.
“Is that what you need, My Lady?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, rocking her hips.
“Keep your voice like that. I don’t want everyone to hear us. Now, shag on,” I ordered her. I took her mouth in a kiss that silenced the cry when I thrust up into her. Bugger, I was going to come before she was. I sat up, pulling her with me, so my back was press against our cushioned headboard. And there it was a little relief for me and my love was hitting her clit perfectly. She ground her hips. “Bang on, fuck, you are so sexy, Holly. Come for me.” I bent down and sucked her dark, hardened nipple into my mouth. I pressed my hands on her ass and back, bringing her as close as we could get.
She moaned loudly, quickly slapping her hand to her mouth, instead of losing momentum with the embarrassment, she clamped her teeth around her fisted hand. That was so sexy. That I had to take her harder. Flipping her onto her back, I started pumping into her cunt until we both were moaning against each other’s shoulders.
Once we were spent, I collapsed with half my weight on her. “I needed that, My Lord,” she whispered in my ear. My dick was still inside her and I was stiffening back up. As much as I would rather stay in bed fucking like cheeky monkeys, we couldn’t.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Say Trafalgar,” she demanded.
“Trafalgar, Trafalgar,” I uttered, kissing her jaw, her neck, her pulse, her lips. My hips were in agreement with hers as we started another round. Slowly, we made love until we both came. I rolled off of her, losing all strength to stand, let alone catch my breath.
“Now, we can go.” She hopped off the bed, her fanny red from my hands squeezing her round arse. Goodness, she was built to perfection. All she needed was a belly swollen with my kid and I would be bloody hard all day.
As she got to the bathroom door, she stopped, leaned onto the frame, and said, “By the way, Gavin, I’m pregnant.” I was up on my feet and with her in my arms.
“What did you just say?”
“We’re going to be having a baby.” I spun her around the room like a mad man. Forgetting myself, I pinned her to the dresser and kissed her fiercely.
“Fuck, I love you, Holly. I can’t believe it,” I cheered. I kissed her again, my cock stiffening back up. Shit, I didn’t need to take her right now. “Let’s shower and join the family.”
“Sounds wise,” she giggled.
A half hour later we managed to make our way where all the family was just gathering around the tree. “You’re lucky this house was build when people had standards. From the look on your faces, sleep’s not why you took so long to get down here.”
“That wasn’t as crass as I expected. The obedience school is working well, it seems,” my father said. She flipped him two fingers.
“Shame, shame, Grandma.”
“Whatever. Open the gifts before the tea gets cold.”
“By the way, we’re expecting,” I uttered, taking a drink of my tea. “What? You can commence with the gift opening.” I laughed at the awed expressions. Life was magnificent.
Five years more…
Gavin
Love had been wonderful. I stood there as my lovely wife received an award for her restaurant. My family and I stood there with our two boys, Malcolm and Andrew, as the cameras flashed and reporters congratulated her on her success. With our income from my security technology firm, she was able to do a lot of charitable work with her earnings.
“Lady Daniels, how do you manage it all? Mother, wife, chef, business owner, and philanthropist.”
“Goodness, when you say that it explains why I am extremely tired.” She smiled so wonderfully, winning the press over like she always did. “A big part is the support I get from my Prince Charming. Since he came into my life, or rather I walked into his, he’s been my rock, my supporter, and my best friend.” I smiled back at her. She was my world. My good deed was rewarded over and over. I’ll forever be grateful that my secretary changed the date. Forever grateful to have Holly and the boys. My mum took the boys hands and started to lead them out to the car. We would be taking three different ones back to the cottage.
“If you will excuse me, it’s time for me to spend quality time with the family. Happy Christmas to you all.” She blew a kiss to the camera, making me instantly jealous. Then she turned and gave me a wink. The holiday cottage was calling our names. And most definitely we would rise before the kids and have our own celebration.
“My Lord,” she whispered, like the saucy minx she was.
I growled, pulled her close with one arm and for all to see, I cupped her bottom. “You’ll pay for that later, My Lady. Over and over again.” Then I kissed her for the world to see.
She twisted towards the cameras and gave them a wink before we walked away. I shook my head and thanked my lucky stars that I received a Christmas angel.
THE END
