by J. S. Scott
“Mine,” he rasped, kissing and nibbling at the skin on her neck. “Mine.” His lips trailed down to her breasts, taking one of the tight peaks into his mouth and worshipping it before he switched to the other. “Mine,” he repeated, biting gently on her nipple before soothing it with his tongue.
Kara whimpered and managed to yank one of her wrists free, and she put her hand between their bodies and grasped his cock. “Does that mean this is mine?” she asked breathlessly.
“Baby, my dick has been yours to command since the moment I saw you, and that’s never changed. It’ll never change. All I have to do is think about you and I’m fucking hard.” He let go of her other wrist and slid down her body, forcing her to release his cock.
Kara’s breath hitched as he pushed her legs apart with a palm to the inside of each of her thighs. Her heart thundered as she felt his hot breath on her core, her body trembling with need. “Simon. Please,” she begged. “I need you.”
“Mine,” he groaned before he buried his face in her pussy.
She moaned and arched her back as he devoured her, licking her from her anus to her clit, his nose sliding over the throbbing bundle of nerves as he put everything he had into the task of making her come. Hard.
Spearing her hands into his dark hair, she fisted the locks hard, urging him onward. “Harder,” she pleaded, needing more. With Simon, she always craved his total possession.
His tongue rolled over and over her clit, each motion harder, rougher. Kara felt the rush of liquid heat between her thighs, her body beginning to quiver. “Yes,” she moaned with complete abandon, her head thrashing, and her hands holding Simon’s hair in a death grip as he gave her exactly what she needed. He thrust two fingers into her channel, filling her as he bit down gently on her clit and used his tongue to vibrate against the nub.
She flew apart, her climax rolling over her. “Oh, God. Simon.” Her sheath pulsated around his fingers, clenching and relaxing as she found her release.
He crawled up her body after he’d wrung every bit of pleasure he could from her orgasm, and lapped up every last drop of her liquid heat. “You taste so damn sweet,” he grunted as he covered her body with his own. “I could taste you all fucking night.”
“I couldn’t take it,” Kara answered breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his neck, wallowing in the feel of his warm skin against hers. “Fuck me. Please.” She needed him so badly she wanted to weep.
He rolled her over, pulling her on top of him. “You take me, baby. Show me exactly what you want. Touch me.”
As Simon lay in a position that he once hadn’t been able to tolerate, Kara’s eyes grew teary as she looked down at the man who’d learned to trust her completely. The man who actually wanted her touch instead of fearing it.
Boldly, she straddled him, feeling his cock bumping up against her clit as she moved her hips, sliding his long, thick length along her wet folds. “I don’t feel like being gentle,” she warned him, half serious and half joking, throwing back a comment to him that he’d made to her many times before.
Simon grinned, understanding her tender mocking. “Rough me up, sweetheart. I think I can take it.”
She took his head between her hands and leaned down to kiss him, the taste of herself on his lips fuel to her already fiery body. “Hmmm,” she hummed as she removed her mouth from his. “You taste like me. Mine,” she murmured softly, watching Simon’s eyes flare with possessive heat. She knew he loved it when she claimed him like he claimed her.
“Fuck me, Kara,” Simon demanded. “Now.”
She bit her lip to keep from smiling. She might be on top, but her being in control was an illusion. Other than the few times he’d trusted her by being bound, and the times when he’d misunderstood her hesitance to get naked, he was always a demanding, possessive, bossy lover. And she loved it. Simon made her feel loved, and he satiated her in a way that no man had ever satisfied her. “Bossy,” she accused, swiveling her hips against his rock-hard cock.
“You want bossy?” he asked in a threatening voice before he bodily lifted her from him and placed her on her hands and knees in front of him. “Teasing time is over, baby,” he growled. “I want you too damn much.”
Gripping her hips forcefully, he seated himself inside her completely, groaning as he buried himself to the balls. “Mine,” he rasped, his cock filling her, his hands moving from her hips to her belly and sliding up to cup her breasts. “You feel so fucking good.”
She quivered from the feel of his cock stretching her, his fingers pinching her sensitive nipples just hard enough for the pleasure/pain sensation to drive her nearly insane.
Panting, Kara thrust her hips back, taking every inch of Simon that she could get.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m not going to be gentle,” he warned her gravely as his hands gripped her hips tightly again, pulling his cock almost completely out before he thrust back in with one smooth stroke.
“Aaah,” Kara breathed, needing Simon so much, her entire being shuddering from his possession.
He wasn’t gentle. He began with a fast, hard rhythm of pounding into her that just got harder, faster, their skin slapping together with every powerful thrust.
“Harder,” she pleaded, needing this rough reassurance of how much her husband wanted her.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded as he slipped one hand to her belly and then down between her thighs.
As she pushed back into each stroke of his cock, she imploded when he ran rough fingers over her clit, her body rocking with her explosive climax. “Oh, God. Simon. I love you!” she screamed as she came apart.
“Love you,” Simon groaned loudly as he found his own release, her sex milking him as she spasmed around him in a long, volatile orgasm.
Collapsing onto his back on the bed, he pulled her on top of him, his chest heaving. “I love you so goddamn much it scares the hell out of me,” he grumbled, his arms coming around her protectively as he threaded his hands through her hair. He stroked over it soothingly and kissed the top of her head.
Kara burrowed further into his chest, resting her ear against his heart, feeling the rush of her heartbeat matching his own racing rhythm. “Me, too. I thought maybe I’d get over the craziness, but it never seems to stop. I love you more today than I did yesterday. And I think I’ll love you more tomorrow than I do today.” she sighed. “I guess this is how a good marriage should be. I think I’ll spend a lifetime discovering something else about you every day, another thing to make me love you even more.”
“Then I hate the days I piss you off,” Simon said earnestly. “I want you to love me more every day.”
Kara chortled. “Even when you piss me off, I still love you more every day.”
The things that Simon did that annoyed her were far outweighed by his incredible capacity to love and protect the ones he cherished.
“Good. Then I have a confession to make,” he said gruffly.
“What?”
“I took Tim out Christmas shopping. I know you said I was overdoing the gifts, but he really wanted to buy something for you and Ginny,” Simon confessed.
Kara laughed. “I took him, too. He wanted to buy something for you.”
“He played us. Smart kid” Simon’s tone was proud.
“But he wasn’t playing. It was really important to him. I don’t think he did it intentionally,” she answered, absently running her hand over the hard muscles of his chest, tracing each one of his scars lovingly.
“He didn’t,” Simon agreed. “But he figured out a way to do what he thought was right. He doesn’t want anything for himself. He just wants to be with us.”
Kara swallowed the lump in her throat. Lifting her head, she looked into Simon’s eyes. “I want him to be with us, too. I love him, Simon. I love him just like he was my own child. I really would like to look into adopting him. You said you didn’t want another child, but I really—”
He put his fingers to her lips to stop her. “I want th
at too, baby. More than anything. You know why I didn’t want another child. It was all about you. But now that we have Tim, I don’t want to let him go,” he said hoarsely. “I want him to be able to live a normal life. I want him to be ours. He’s damn easy to love.”
She leaned down and kissed her husband tenderly before telling him, “You’re an amazing man, Simon Hudson. I don’t know why I never thought about adopting. I don’t need to have a child with my DNA to love him like he was my own. There are so many kids out there who need a good home. I almost feel selfish for not thinking about it before.”
“You. Are. Not. Selfish.” Simon annunciated each word irritably. “It takes a special woman to adopt a child with special needs.”
“Not really,” she denied. “He’s bringing me more happiness than problems. I know that he could become unstable at any time, that he could have complications, but I’m willing to be there for him. I want to be there.”
Simon hugged her tighter. “Me, too, baby. Me, too.”
Kara felt her eyes well up with tears, and they started plopping freely onto Simon’s chest.
“Hey. Don’t cry.” He tilted her head up to look into her eyes. “I don’t like it.”
“They’re happy tears,” she sniffled.
“I don’t care. I hate to see you cry,” he grumbled.
“I know,” she admitted, wiping the tears from her face. “I love you so much, Simon. That’s why I’m crying.”
Brushing the hair back from her face, he commented dryly, “Hell, if I was in love with somebody like me, I’d cry, too.”
Kara giggled and punched him playfully in the biceps. “Loving you, having you as a husband makes me ecstatically happy,” she answered fervently.
“Thank Christ,” he retorted in a relieved, graveled voice, grabbing the sheets and comforter to cover their nude, entwined bodies.
Kara smiled against his chest, her heart light. After so many years of being alone, she didn’t take having a wonderful family lightly.
After everything Simon had been through in his life, he was damn easy to love. Behind his gruff, intimidating exterior, he had a tender heart, One that she should have known was true from the minute he rescued her from homelessness a few years ago.
I’m lucky, so very fortunate to have Simon, Ginny, and now Timmy.
Christmas was coming, but Kara knew she already had everything she needed. She had Simon and the family they’d made together.
Still grinning and with Simon running a comforting hand up and down her bare back, she slept.
Chapter Eight
Maddie Hudson plopped onto her couch late on Christmas Eve with a relieved sigh. “I’m exhausted, and I didn’t even have to clean up the mess.”
Sitting on the other end of the couch, the two women finally alone after the wonderful Christmas party Sam had arranged, Kara admitted, “Sometimes it’s nice to have catering. Being married to a billionaire does have its advantages at times.”
Maddie’s eyes narrowed as she watched Kara consume another Christmas cookie, and then reached for the plate herself, taking a green frosted sugar cookie with a grimace. “Oh hell, I’ll diet after the holidays.”
“I’m stuffed,” Kara admitted. “The food was fantastic and I’m beyond full, but I just keep eating.”
“Too much temptation around,” Maddie mumbled as she consumed her cookie.
The Christmas party had been wonderful. It hadn’t been large, and had included only family, but Sam had made it extravagant and magical. Kara stared at the enormous Christmas tree that towered at least fifteen feet tall, and was entirely decorated with white lights, making all the bows and ornaments look absolutely beautiful. Luckily, Sam and Maddie could accommodate the tree, their house really a mansion with towering cathedral ceilings. Even though their guests had already exchanged and opened all their presents for each other earlier in the evening, the space underneath the tree was still bursting with more to be opened in the morning, presents Maddie and Sam had bought for each other and the twins. “Your pile doesn’t look any smaller than ours at the penthouse,” Kara mentioned humorously, taking a big swig of her hot chocolate.
“Mostly from Sam,” Maddie replied, her voice vibrating with amusement. “After our little shopping trip, I only left a few under the tree for him.”
Both of the women had changed into comfortable clothes, jeans and festive Christmas sweatshirts. Sam and Simon had gone upstairs to check on all of the kids. The twins, Ginny and Timmy had all nodded off after the presents had been opened and they’d all eaten.
The caterers had cleaned up the party mess, and everyone had gone home, but Maddie’s house was still splendidly decorated and very Christmassy. Kara had decorated the penthouse with Timmy a few days ago, pinning up mistletoe, and putting up greenery, bows and ornaments all over the house to go with the Christmas tree. Timmy even had a tiny tree in his room, one he swore he didn’t ever want to take down. Unfortunately, since the small tree was real, it would have to come down, and he’d understand once the needles started to drop. But she’d wait until after Christmas to break the bad news to him. He was so delighted and so happy.
“Are we ready for the show? It’s almost time,” Kara reminded Maddie.
“I’m ready. We must be mad,” Maddie giggled.
“Simon never even asked about the charges, and they were enormous,” Kara told Maddie excitedly.
Maddie shrugged. “Sam didn’t either. He never does.”
“Why did we never think about doing this before? Our guys take care of us all the time, but we never go overboard for them,” Kara mused. “And they really do deserve it.”
“Because it wasn’t that long ago that we were poor,” Maddie answered. “And our husbands are billionaires who need or want for nothing.”
“Now,” Kara added quietly. “But there were so many Christmases when that wasn’t the case. Neither one of them really had a childhood. Yet, Simon still tries to convince Timmy that Santa really exists.”
Maddie shot Kara a mischievous grin. “He does? How sweet”
“I guess I just want to make up for every hurt that Simon has ever had, every Christmas that wasn’t good when he was a child,” Kara said thoughtfully.
“You realize that’s exactly what they’re trying to do for us,” was Maddie’s insightful response, as she nodded toward all the gifts under her tree.
“I know,” Kara said with a smile, glancing at her watch as she rose. Walking over to a large picture window, she gasped as she pulled back the curtain and saw exactly what she and Maddie had been waiting for. “Wow.”
Sitting her hot chocolate on the coffee table, Maddie rose. “What?”
“This guy is incredible.” The light was dim, but the man who had promised to deliver all the gifts to Sam’s pool house at midnight looked incredibly authentic. He was slinging another bag of presents onto his back, and was dressed up as Santa Claus. He was even driving what looked like a sleigh. Since they were in Florida and there was no snow, the vehicle had to have wheels, but they were obviously well concealed because Kara couldn’t see them. “Holy crap. Those even look like…reindeer. Where did you find this delivery service?”
Maddie pushed up beside her and peeked out the window. “I didn’t. I asked one of Sam’s security team to find me a Santa to deliver gifts and gave him the details. He checked out the service and said it was legit, and I swore him to secrecy about the whole thing.”
Kara squinted as she tried to figure out how what had to be horses had been disguised so well as reindeer. “We need to ask the agent where in the heck he came from. This guy is perfect.”
“Come to think of it, that agent quit just yesterday. Said he had a family emergency and didn’t know if he was coming back.”
“We need to get the guys,” Kara said excitedly, her whole body quivering with excitement.
She dashed up the stairs and sought them out, finding them in one of the guest rooms. It appeared that they’d just done a nighttime su
gar check on Timmy, who was lying down trying to get to sleep. It wasn’t difficult for her to muster up excitement as she told all three of them, “Santa’s here, hurry!”
Timmy sat up in bed, his expression excited but wary. “Aren’t I supposed to be sleeping? What if he’s mad?”
Kara felt Maddie push in bedside her and said, “He won’t be mad. I just asked him.”
Timmy shot out of bed and raced past the two perplexed men. Simon shot Kara a confused looked, but she simply took his hand in hers and led him after Timmy, Maddie doing the same with Sam.
“Out in the pool house,” Kara called to Timmy. “Santa said there wasn’t enough room under the Christmas tree for everything.”
“What are you up to?” Simon whispered loudly in her ear as he let her lead him outside and into the pool house, Maddie and Sam following close behind.
“It’s Christmas,” she told him. “You’re allowed to act like a child and be surprised.”
“I was never a child,” Simon retorted nonchalantly.
Isn’t that the truth!
The fact that Simon and Sam had never really had a childhood was one of the reasons she and Maddie were giving them this night. Simon had told her more than once that he’d been an adult his entire life. Just once, she wanted to take care of his needs, let him enjoy getting something for himself at Christmas.
“Be one tonight. Please,” she told him softly, turning her head until their eyes met and held.
“Okay. Is Santa really here for Timmy?” Simon asked playfully, picking up on her mood.
“He’s here for all of you. I told him you’ve been a good boy this year, too.” She hesitated before she added, “Mostly.”
They entered the pool house before Simon could reply, both of their gazes suddenly riveted to the massive piles of presents in the gazebo and bar portion of the pool house.
There was a small tree with twinkling lights set up and the room was decorated in red and green, something that Kara assumed Maddie must have arranged.
Santa was squatting next to Timmy, talking to the boy in a low, soft voice.
