“In your media room watching a movie. I hope you don’t mind,” she said.
“Not at all. Come ’ere.” I opened my arms. Tentatively she stepped into them, and I folded her close.
“Why do you think this is happening? This isn’t normal behavior for someone.” Her voice was muffled in my scrub top, reminding me that I needed to change.
“I don’t know. Come with me while I shower?”
She nodded, then stepped back and walked to my room. Following her retreating form, I was unable to stop myself from watching the sexy way her ass gave a slight jiggle with each step.
Quietly, she went into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. Neither of us spoke as I stripped out of my scrubs and turned on the water. Once I was sure the water was warm enough, I went in and closed my eyes as the water sluiced over my tense muscles.
A soft kiss on my shoulder blade sent a shiver down my spine.
“Mmmm, you can keep doing that,” I murmured as I braced my hands on the wall and dropped my head.
Her small hands slid along my water-slicked skin, covering every inch of my back and down my arms. Back up to my shoulders, then down to my ass she moved. A press of her lips followed her hands progression.
Again, I shivered before my muscles tensed. My cock began to fill with each pass of her hands. Each time she reached my hips, they snuck further around and closer to my junk. It was driving me crazy. “Touch me,” I rasped.
A swift intake of breath preceded her hands gripping my length. One slipped to the end followed by the other. Over and over, one hand left and returned to the base, then she switched directions, stroking me from tip to base until I was so hard I was aching.
Aching to be inside her.
Spinning around, I grasped her arms and spun her as I continued to turn. The water ran over her skin, soaking her hair and spiking her thick lashes. Green-blue and gold, her eyes watched my expression as I reverently pushed her hair out of her face.
Steam billowed around us as I wrapped a hand around the back of her neck. The other slipped between her legs. Teasing, I separated her slit that was wet from so much more than water.
Plush lips parted as I pressed first one finger, then two, into her heated depths. Her luscious tits rose and fell with each labored breath. When her walls closed around my fingers, I met her beautiful eyes and held her gaze. Stroking her like I was calling her to come closer, I watched as her head tipped back. Eyes heavy lidded, she dug her nails into my shoulders.
When each breath was a gasping moan and those fairy eyes rolled, I doubled my efforts. Pressing the heel of my hand in circles over her swollen bud, I watched as her pupils found me and dilated huge. “Yesss,” she hissed.
Before she could come, I withdrew my slick fingers, earning a whimper. At least until I grasped her thighs and hefted her high enough to notch my cock at her opening. Her back slammed to the shower wall, but she didn’t issue any complaint.
It brought her closer to my height. Close enough that we were nearly eye to eye. Blinking in slow motion, each breath pushing her nipples against my chest, she tilted her hips.
Needing no further enticement, I impaled her on my cock. The sensation was so overwhelming, I thrust my tongue in her mouth to taste her sweetness and lost myself to her magic. Every sensation amplified until I couldn’t think.
Hips rocking into her, I gripped her neck while my other hand dug into her thigh. Her legs wrapped tight around my waist, and she met me thrust for thrust. All the shit going on washed down the drain in the swirl of water with each plunge into her depths.
Ragged breaths and passion mingled with the spray of the water and the steam. Her hand slapped against the fogged glass, leaving a watery streak as it slid slowly down.
Powering into her until each stroke drew out a grunted breath, I threw my head back but never broke eye contact. Swallowing was difficult, as all my energy was focused on the feel of my cock bottoming out in her silky wet pussy.
The water beat against my back, and the sound of our flesh colliding echoed through the enclosed space. It had me chanting “mine” in time with every stroke with no clue if it was in my head or out loud.
When my balls tightened and my spine tingled, I doubled my efforts, needing her to be there with me when I came. “Come,” I demanded.
Her eyes widened, and surprise flashed in them. That her body was so in tune with mine that my demand was met must’ve shocked her. I reveled in it.
“Maddox…,” she whimpered, my name both a question and a plea.
“Yes” was all I could manage as I powered into her. Beyond any semblance of control, I moved out of instinct.
As I made my final, deep plunge, her walls clenched tight around my thickness. Between that and my come exploding from me, I was unable to speak. Teeth clenched, I could only groan out my release.
“Maddox!” she screamed as her nails dug deep and heat rolled down my groin and dripped off my tightened balls.
“Fuck!” I finally managed, though it was strained, and I pumped shallow but steady strokes into her spasming pussy. Each squeeze of her walls had my entire body jerking in response.
Curling into her, I buried my nose in her wet hair and sank my teeth into the sexy slope of her shoulder. My hand that held her throat slid down to hold her up as her legs turned boneless.
Fuck, I wasn’t ready to leave her hypnotizing body. So I remained buried deep as I held her tight to me. Licking and sucking the moisture from her skin, I lavished her with the emotions running rampant within me.
Her fingers grasped my wet hair, tugging until my head tipped back and I met her wonder-filled eyes.
“Are we good?” she asked.
“Baby, we’re golden,” I said before capturing her gasp in my mouth.
“Here’s To Us”—Halestorm
We’d saved supper for Styx, because my parents weren’t used to eating so late. As he ate what had long been a Christmas Eve tradition for us, I watched him. It didn’t matter what he was doing, he was beautiful.
“This is the best fucking chili I’ve ever had in my life,” he said between bites. My elbow rested on the table, and my chin rested in my hand as I smiled at him.
“Thanks, it’s one of the few things I can actually cook,” I said.
He snorted. “Whatever, those pork chops you made were fucking amazing.”
Heat spread over my cheeks, and I shrugged. “They were okay.”
Intent on his food, he finished the bowl without further conversation. After he scraped up every bite, he looked at me with hopeful eyes. “Is there any more?”
Giving my own unladylike snort, I stood and grabbed his bowl. “Is the Pope Catholic?”
Dishing up another bowl, I shut the Crockpot off so the rest could cool. Then I sprinkled a healthy dose of cheddar cheese on it. When I placed the bowl on the table in front of him, he grabbed my wrist. With a tug, he had me landing in his lap.
“Thank you for feeding me, woman. Think I might have to keep you around for a while.”
Chuckling, I ran my fingers through his beard. “Is that right?”
“Hell yeah, that’s right. Also wish I could have you for dessert on this table again.” He smirked, and it dawned on me that he was sitting at the place where he’d done wicked things to me with his tongue. Again, my face flamed.
“Oh my God, stop that,” I whispered as I slapped a palm over his mouth and glanced over my shoulder to ensure my family wasn’t within hearing. His tongue tickled me, and I giggled, pulling my hand away. “Stop that! You’re incorrigible!”
Undaunted by my reprimand, he merely grinned and gave me a peck on my lips. “Haven’t had you complain before.”
“Oh Lord.” Pushing out of his lap, I returned to my seat as he laughed. Then he dove into his second bowl. When he was done, he was rinsing his bowl before I could get to it. He put it in the dishwasher, then spun me into his embrace.
Since he was half leaning against the counter, it brought him down
to where I could loop my arms around his neck. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes, I hesitated to ruin the mood. In the end, I couldn’t bite my tongue.
“What are we going to do about the pictures and all the rest of the crap?”
He sighed. “I’m going to have a friend look into some stuff. As soon as he finds something, I’ll let you know. Okay?”
“Okay,” I answered in a worried voice.
“Come on, let’s go visit with your family for a bit before I take you to bed and fuck you seven ways to Sunday.” At his shameless words, my face burned again.
“Already?” I asked, awed.
“Babe, I was ready minutes after I filled that tight pussy of yours.” Grinning at what he knew would have me red-faced, he stared unrepentantly at me.
Grumbling, I rolled my eyes and dragged him by his hand to the media room. Thankful for his surround sound, I thought about how loudly I’d screamed in the shower. I blushed again.
“Hey, Maddox! Did you enjoy your chili?” my dad asked.
Styx nodded. “It was incredible. Thanks for saving me some.”
After I’d gotten up to greet Styx, my sister had obviously scooted to the middle of the couch. Resentment grew in my stomach as I realized she’d done it knowing if we came in, it would separate us and she’d be sitting by Styx.
Except he surprised me by sitting down and snagging me as I moved to the other end of the couch. Once again, he tugged me into his lap. Then he placed a chaste kiss to my cheek.
My eyes flickered to the side to gauge my dad’s reaction. He had a raised eyebrow and was fighting an upward tug at the corner of his mouth. Other than that, he watched the movie as if nothing had happened.
Darla sniffed and leaned over to the arm of the couch. When she tucked her feet up on the couch, she made sure her toes were touching my man’s leg. Inside I fumed, but then I remembered who was in his lap.
“Was work okay, Maddox?” my mom asked.
“Eh, it wasn’t too bad. It was busy.” He shrugged. “Nothing out of the ordinary. What are we watching?”
My mouth dropped open. “What? You don’t recognize It’s a Wonderful Life? This is a Christmas classic.”
He chuckled into my neck. “Okay, if you say so.”
I turned to him to him in shock. Blinking, I had no answer for him.
“Watch the movie,” he teased.
Huffing, I crossed my arms and turned to the movie. He pulled me, and I leaned back into him. Forgetting his blasphemous remarks, I engrossed myself in the movie.
Before I knew it, he was nudging me awake. “You missed your Christmas classic,” he whispered in my ear. Sure enough, the credits were rolling. Dad shut the TV off and stood, stretching.
“Thank you again for your incredible hospitality, Maddox,” he said. “I think we’ll head to bed. You all better get to sleep, or Santa won’t be coming.” He winked and left the room with my mom in tow.
His words brought back the fact that all the gifts were still at my apartment. Disappointment flooded me.
“Good night, Darla,” I said, even though she only gave me a snide smile in answer.
When we reached the living room and passed the tree devoid of gifts, I frowned. It slowed my steps on the way to the bedroom.
A squeal escaped me as Styx scooped me up in his arms. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed,” he murmured into my neck as he rubbed his beard on my skin.
Despite my mood, I giggled.
The door closed with help from his foot, and he set me down by the edge of the bed. Between kisses, he undressed me.
“I can’t believe my parents haven’t said anything about me sleeping in here with you.”
He simply looked at me as he knelt at my feet to remove my pants.
“That’s because parents love me,” he chuckled.
Rolling my eyes, I hopped on the bed. “Do with me what you will.”
Dramatically, I threw my arm over my eyes in my best southern belle impersonation.
And he certainly did.
“Merry Christmas, beautiful.” The whisper in my ear was what woke me.
“Mmm,” I mumbled before snuggling into his warmth.
“Get up, baby. It’s Christmas morning.”
“No presents” was my garbled answer.
“Let’s go have breakfast at least,” he prodded. When I grumbled, he started kissing me and his hands began to roam.
“Uh-uh!” I half-heartedly pushed him away. “I think you broke me.”
He laughed. Then lifted me in his arms until I straddled him.
“Let’s try this again. Merry Christmas, beautiful,” he said between kisses to my chest.
Yawning, I stretched, and my body involuntarily bowed toward him. Insatiable man that he was, he latched on to my nipple. Stuck between wanting him to never stop and trying to preserve my lady bits, I groaned.
Sleepy eyes stared down at him as I leaned down to mash my boobs to his chest. Large hands cupped my generous ass cheeks, holding me in place. “Merry Christmas, handsome.”
Our Christmas morning frolic ended with a quickie even though I’d said my va-jay-jay couldn’t handle him again so soon.
I was wrong. She was much more resilient than I’d given her credit for and greedily welcomed him.
Lying replete on the bed, I rolled my head to look at him where he lay head propped on his hand, playing with my hair. “How are your limbs not Jell-O?”
Grinning, he shook his head. “It’s a gift,” he teased.
Returning his grin, I reached out to run my fingertips through his beard. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” he returned.
Forcing my ass to roll out of bed, I dug through my bag to find my Christmas morning ensemble.
“Yes!” I exclaimed as I pulled out what I was looking for.
I tugged on my Christmas pajamas, and all he could do was laugh.
It was a fluffy pink onesie complete with butt flap. The flap had a tail. The hood was a unicorn head, and if I put my hands in the front pouch, it looked like I was holding a Christmas gift.
“Let’s eat!” I announced, flipping up my hood. He rolled with laughter.
He dressed in plaid sleeping pants and a white T-shirt that was too sexy and tight for my own good. My poor hooha was screaming for him. If I could, I would’ve told her to shut the hell up.
“Come on.” He grabbed my hand, and we walked to the kitchen. Except he didn’t stop there, and I was confused.
Until he stopped in front of the tree.
“Oh my gosh!” My hands slapped over my mouth. All of our presents were under the tree and then some. My eyes shot to him. “How?”
“I’ve had them since you got here. Initially, I forgot them in the truck, then I decided to surprise you.” He pulled me into his arms, and I swatted at him as I fought tears.
“You… you… brat!” Fighting a smile, he kissed me.
“Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered.
We got my family up, and we all opened our presents. There weren’t a ton of them; after all, we weren’t kids anymore.
“Thank you for an amazing Christmas, everyone,” my dad said as he held up the moose slippers I got him as a joke.
“Thank you,” my mom agreed. For once, she was nice, agreeable and nonjudgemental. Of course, as usual Dad had spoiled her.
Even my sister was in good spirits. It made me think that maybe her surliness had been due to her breakup being harder on her than we thought. She hugged me after opening the purse I’d found in an amazing Black Friday sale. “Thank you, little sis.”
“Aren’t you going to open my gift?” Styx sat next to me, arm resting on his bent knee.
Glancing down at it, I blushed as I picked it up. I’d waited, wanting to save it for last. “You haven’t opened mine either,” I said.
“You first.”
Rolling my eyes at his stubbornness, I carefully slit the t
ape with my nail. The blue box inside had a lid that came off. Inside was another box, this one unmistakably a jewelry-style box.
Heart pounding, I used one hand to hold the bottom while the other opened the top. Nestled in white velvet was a silver seashell on an intricate chain. Set in the shell, where you might expect a pearl, was a big fat diamond.
It glistened and sparkled in the light, and my breath caught in my throat. My only reaction was to blink. It was beautiful.
“Do you like it?” His voice dipped low. Uncertainty heavy in his tone, he awaited my response.
Reaching my index finger out to touch it, I swallowed tears that had suddenly welled up inside me. It was more than beautiful, it was stunning.
And thoughtful.
“It’s from the beach,” he murmured.
Tipping my head in confusion, I waited for his explanation.
“I picked it up on the beach the next day.” He cleared his throat. “I had it covered in white gold and set with the diamond.”
The big, tattooed beast actually flushed at his gushy side slipping out.
Picking the shell up, I turned it over and studied it. It was a tiny Calico Scallop. I knew this because it was collecting shells on our family vacations that got me interested in biology. It was the rudimentary beginning of my dream of becoming a biochemist.
A dream I’d given up on for Billy.
Shaking off my melancholy thoughts, I held it out to him with shaking hands. “Put it on me, please?”
I held up my hair to give him better access to my neck. The feathering touch of his rough fingertips grazing my skin gave me chills. The cool metal warmed quickly as it settled on my chest. Before he moved away, he dropped a kiss to the back of my neck, causing my breath to catch.
My father cleared his throat, making me blush.
“Oh, Gwen,” my mother said, “that’s lovely.”
“Thank you,” I said as I stared in Styx’s eyes. Swallowing became difficult. What he’d given me hadn’t been some random gift. It wasn’t something he ran to the mall to pick up. He’d found the shell, brought it home, and thought to have it made into the amazing gift he’d designed in his mind.
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