Christmas Goes Camo
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Back, forth, in, out, breathe, breathe.
When his arm tightened around her, muscles flexing against her tummy, she knew he was close to his release. She pushed back, urging him, silently pleading with him to take her with him. At the last minute, he reached further down and slid the little vibrator into the clutching walls of her cunt. It swept over them with such cataclysmic force, she wasn’t sure she’d survive. His cock flexed and flexed, and she rocked hard against him, shuddering with the force of the spasms.
Jaguar held her body tightly against his until the last of the aftershocks subsided, kissing the top of her head and murmuring softly to her. Then they both collapsed, Jaguar rolling to the side and taking her with him, his cock still buried deep inside her. He cradled her against him, his hands stroking her until their heartbeats settled back into a normal rhythm and they could breathe again.
“I think we’re done,” she said at last.
“Maybe,” he chuckled. “Or maybe I’ll never be done with you.”
Her heart tripped over itself. “What do you mean?”
“This whole thing has been so surreal,” he told her. “I can’t even believe it happened. But I don’t want to just walk away from you.” One large hand cupped a breast, his fingers idly drifting over a turgid nipple. “Isn’t there some way we can get together again, besides in this tent?”
Sonia’s pulse double-timed. Could they? Was it possible? But their lives were so different. How could they even begin to accomplish it? Still, that man in the red suit had given permission for stranger things before. Maybe he could help with this.
Jaguar sighed, slid carefully from her body and pulled something from his pack that he used to clean them both. Then he lay down beside Sonia, pulling her against his chest. His warm breath was like a whisper against her cheek.
“I guess no answer is my answer, huh?” His voice was tight and edgy, threaded with disappointment.
“Not necessarily.” She turned her head and kissed his stubbled jaw. “There might be a way. Let me think a minute.”
She could feel the tension in his body as he waited for her to run ideas through her mind, examine every risk. Look at the odds for making it happen. And for their relationship to even have a chance to succeed. When she’d looked at it from all angles, she ran her fingernails lightly over his forearm, then bent her head and kissed the hard flesh.
“Answer me this. Is there a chance, could you meet me at the North Pole on Christmas Eve?”
He sat up abruptly, nearly tumbling her onto her stomach. “North Pole? Are you nuts? How the hell am I supposed to get there? And what’s there? This so-called Santa’s workshop? I don’t believe it even exists.”
“But you believe I exist, right?” she reminded him. “I’m right here, next to you.”
His lips turned up in a smile. “Damn straight.”
“All right.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “How long are you and the others supposed to be here, in Antarctica?”
Jaguar frowned. “A week. Why?”
“Think about it. Just seven more days.”
“I still don’t get it,” he growled. “What kind of answer is that?”
“Can you set your GPS for this spot and be here one week from today?” She grinned. “That’s Christmas Eve.”
He tugged her back down with him and kissed the top of her head. “So it is. Are you going to be my Christmas present?”
“If you do what I say,” she told him.
“And what the hell am I supposed to tell my team members?” He huffed a breath. “If I tell them I’m getting ready to go to the North Pole, they’ll wrap me up in a thermal sheet and ship me off to the loony bin.”
“Let’s get dressed first.” She sat up. “We can do this better with our clothes on. Otherwise we’ll distract each other and spend the whole week in this tent.”
He laughed, a low, erotic sound. “And would that be such a bad idea?”
“It is since we have things to do.” She sat up and gave his thigh a light slap. “Come on, big guy. Move it.” Sonia wriggled into her T-shirt and pulled on her fluffy boots. “If your two friends are with other B.E.L.L.S., I have a feeling you won’t have to tell them anything. So what do you say? Is it a yes, or no?”
He shook his head. “I must be totally crazy, but okay. It’s a yes.”
“Good.” She stood up, brushing her hands on her skirt. “Now let’s get our gear together and blow this pop stand before Cupid has a chance to regroup.”
Taking her little red snowball out of its protective covering, she tapped it twice and set up a conference with the other B.E.L.L.S.
“Anyone found the site we’re supposed to be looking for? You know we have a deadline to be out of here.”
“I have, but I don’t want to leave, yet,” Tasha whined.
“Me, either,” Kendil chimed in.
“Wait. Tasha? You succeeded in your search?”
“Yes. I found the perfect place. But I don’t want to leave. Don’t make me, please?”
“Too bad. Suck it up. Both of you. Party’s over.”
“What about Cupid?” Kendil wanted to know.
Sonia gave them a brief rundown on how she and Jaguar had fought off Cupid and the Vinions. “So. If we hurry we can finish before he regroups and get out of here. I’m calling for pickup. And no grumbling.” She lowered her voice. “Make your plans for Christmas Eve and send out your locations. Sonia out.”
Jaguar knelt down and pulled her into his embrace. He kissed her with such emotion her heart swelled and she answered him back with an equal amount of emotion, praying that things would work out the way she hoped.
“I don’t believe I’m saying this,” he said when they were both breathless. “See you Christmas Eve. I’ll be right here.”
“All you have to do is believe,” she told him. “That’s all.”
Epilogue
“I still can’t believe this is happening.”
Jaguar wrapped his arms around Sonia and leaned his chin on her head. She’d had to do a lot of fast-talking to get Santa to agree to what she wanted. He was even more distressed when the other B.E.L.L.S. asked for the same thing. But when they all threatened to go on strike if he didn’t help them, he didn’t have much of a choice. If they walked, he’d be losing both workers and warriors, and they knew he wasn’t prepared for that.
“Believe it,” Sonia said to him and smiled to herself. “I told you. All you had to do was have faith.”
She still laughed to herself when she remembered the three sleighs sweeping out of the sky and landing on the ice where Jaguar and the other two members of his team stood waiting, stunned at what was happening. But the B.E.L.L.S. had hopped out, laughing and tossing snowballs at them, and had helped them, and their gear, into the sleighs.
When they were packed, it was back to the sky and across the globe, to the brightly lit village at the North Pole. Almost everyone in the village had gathered to greet the visitors, who’d stumbled out of the sleighs shaking their heads. Then the meeting with Santa, who’d insisted on meeting each of the men and questioning them at great length. Once the inquisition was over, all the elves—plus Jaguar and the other two men—had helped Santa load up for Christmas Eve deliveries.
And finally they were alone in Sonia’s little chalet. A fire crackled and blazed brightly, warming the room where mulled wine and cookies waited for them. But Sonia had wanted to stand on the porch for just a few minutes, watching as Santa took off on his run.
“I guess I have to believe in Santa and the legend,” Jaguar said, his arms wrapped around her as she leaned into him. “I’m seeing it with my own eyes.” He kissed the top of her head. “Unless you somehow drugged me and I’ll wake up back at the base.”
She turned in his arms. “Nope. It’s the real deal. And we get to do it a lot, remember?”
Santa had grumbled but the B.E.L.L.S. had driven a hard bargain. When their military mates were on duty, or on manoeuvres, the B.E.L.L.S. woul
d be working on the new facility at the South Pole. Other times would either be spent near the military bases, or at the village at the North Pole. They’d work that out as they went along. And everyone would pitch in the week before Christmas to get ready for Christmas Eve. The team members would explain their absences by saying they were still testing Thermavan.
“I could pinch you, if you like,” Sonia teased.
“I can think of something else I’d rather you did to me.” His voice was rough as he murmured in her ear.
“Is that medicine still running around in your system?” she asked. “With the same effects?”
Jaguar laughed and swept her up in his arms. “I don’t know, but I think it’s time to find out.”
He carried her inside and kicked the door shut with his foot. Then he lowered his mouth to Sonia’s.
“Merry Christmas, my own little elf.”
“Merry Christmas, my big brave Marine.”
And that was all they said for a very long time.
About the Author
I always wanted adventure and change in my life, and I certainly got it. I grew up in Maine, a beautiful place to live, then lived in the Midwest and Florida. Now I make my home in the Hill Country of Texas, truly God's chosen place on earth. My husband, David, is a sixth generation Texan, tracing his roots here back to the time when Texas was a Republic, so retiring here was a dream we finally fulfilled.
I've had a lot of firsts in my life—first female sports report on The Michigan Daily at the University of Michigan; first woman to own a rock and roll agency in Detroit, the home of Motown; first woman president of the Pasco (Florida) Economic Development Council.
I graduated from the University of Michigan with a double major in English and History, and a minor in economics, and went on to have at least four careers. When my children were small, I satisfied my need for writing by working for weekly newspapers. I had a wild and wacky time managing rock and roll bands. I joined the insanity of retail with a string of shoe stores. I worked in fundraising, public affairs and community relations. But writing fiction was always my dream. I had a lot of stops and starts, but it wasn't until we retired that I could devote myself to it full time.
My late husband, David, encouraged me and supported me in my dream. Our children are all grown and on their own, and are my biggest fans.
When I'm not writing I'm an avid reader—anything and everything—and watching football, especially my beloved Michigan Wolverines. David and I golf and target shoot, and of course enjoy life in the gorgeous Texas Hill Country, where most of my stories are based.
I am a member of Romance Writers of America, and San Antonio Romance Authors, Diamond State Romance Authors, and Passionate Ink chapter of RWA.
Email: desireeholt@desireeholt.com.
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