“Kristen has been texting her mother non-stop, all day about you,” her father finally said. “She’s the best judge of people that I’ve ever met. If she says yes, then you’ll have our blessing.”
“Thank you.”
“Make her cry and not only will I beat the living shit out of you and”—her mother gasped and I heard what sounded like a hard smack before he grunted in pain—“I’ll bury your unrecognizable body somewhere no one will ever find you.”
“That would be your right,” I responded.
I wished them a merry Christmas and promised to have Kristen call them tomorrow. We said our goodbyes but before I could hang up, I heard her father say, “And don’t wait too long to give me grandbabies!” Another smacking sound came over the line before her mother piped in, “She’s always wanted a big family. Just so you know.”
I stifled a laugh and shook my head. These two reminded me of my own parents and I looked forward to getting to know them. “Working on it,” I replied, then hung up. I was already bound and determined to knock her sexy ass up as quickly as possible. I wanted a big family too, but I also wanted every motherfucker who looked her way to know she was claimed. That she was mine.
My next call was to my friend, Jude, who owned the most exclusive custom jewelry boutique in New York.
“You want it by when?!?!” he shouted, forcing me to pull my ear away from the phone until he stopped yelling.
“You owe me.”
“Fuck.” There was silence for a couple of heartbeats. Then, “Don’t come crying to me if the delivery guy wakes your ass up at the ass-crack of dawn.”
“Fair enough,” I responded.
“Wow!”
Kristen’s exclamation broke through my reverie and I spun around to see her standing in the door to the open-concept living room, her eyes glued to the twelve-foot Christmas tree in the corner of the room. We’d been so desperate for each other when we arrived home that I hadn’t had the chance to show her around. While we were at the flagship store, she’d left me to use the restroom and I used the time to set up her surprise. It’s amazing what can get done when you toss around words like, “no matter what it costs.” I owed Grace BIG for arranging everything.
By the time Kristen and I arrived home, my house of humbug had been transformed into a winter wonderland. There were decorations everywhere, even outside lights that I would show her later. The tree was lit and covered in beautiful ornaments. The array of presents wrapped in brightly colored paper completed the look.
“That’s gorgeous,” Kristen breathed. Then she looked at me sideways. “I thought you didn’t celebrate Christmas?”
I smiled as I prowled toward her and gathered her into my arms. She looked fucking delicious standing there in only my shirt from the day before. Seeing her in my clothes had the caveman inside me beating his chest with pride. “That was before I had something to celebrate. Santa had obviously already dropped off my present when you walked into my office.”
Kristen’s cheeks stained pink and she went up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. “You’re sweet.”
My arms tightened around her before sliding down to cup her round ass and yanking her pelvis forward so my erection pressed into her belly. “First of all, I’m not sweet,” I said with a pretend glare. “I’m manly, baby. Second, I’m your man and that is not how you should kiss your man. Ever.” I practically growled the last part before crashing my lips down on hers. The kiss was all possession and deep hunger. She grabbed onto my arms, her little kitten claws digging into my skin, and kissed me back with every bit as much fervor.
Her breasts pillowed against my chest, and my dick turned to steel. I lifted her and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. Keeping her firmly in my arms, I spun around and took her to the nearest counter and set her on top of it. I ran my hands up her back, then down and slipped them under the shirt so I could cup her naked tits. They were soft and full, filling my palms just right. Her nipples were hard and when I scraped the pads of my thumbs over them, she moaned and fuck if that didn’t make me even harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your gorgeous tits,” I murmured as my mouth trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck. My fingers made quick work of the buttons down the front of her shirt then I parted the sides and latched onto one nipple. Her back arched and she cried out, her hands flying into my hair and clenching the strands. The bite of pain only fueled my lust and while I sucked and nibbled on her nipples, I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock.
I plunged two fingers into her sopping wet sex and groaned. “Fuck,” I grunted as I straightened and went back to leaving love bites all over her collarbone and neck. “I love how fucking drenched you are for me. This sweet pussy is becoming my addiction.”
My mouth hovered over her ear and I rubbed her clit as I whispered, “Are you on the pill, baby?” She shook her head and I grunted my approval. “Do you want my mouth on your pussy? Tongue fucking you and sucking on your clit until you’re screaming my name?” I licked the shell of her ear and my hips bucked when she whimpered with desperate need. “Or do you want my big, hard cock fucking you? Taking you fast and hard before I come inside you and give you my baby?”
“I—oh, yes!”
“Which one, kitten?” I asked as I replace my fingers with the tip of my dick, rubbing it over her clit as I squeezed, trying to keep myself from coming. Her legs constricted and she rocked her center, trying to get some relief. “I think I need your taste on my lips while I fuck my baby into your belly.”
I loosened her legs and dropped to my knees, placing them over my shoulders. The first swipe of my tongue had a groan ripping from my chest and Kristen calling my name as she fell back against the counter.
“Play with your tits, kitten,” I commanded. “Work your nipples like it’s my mouth.”
When she obeyed, I went back to focusing on her sex. Long licks up her slit had her taste bursting on my tongue, working me into a frenzy. I used my thumbs to part her lips and feasted, licking, driving my tongue into her hole that was dripping with her arousal, and sucking on her little bundle of nerves.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, Grant, don’t stop!”
I grunted in response. There was no fucking way that I would stop now. Her cries became shouts and she started to shake with the building pressure from her impending orgasm. I doubled my efforts until she broke apart, screaming my name.
Come was already leaking from my cock and I couldn’t wait another second to be inside her. I stood and grasped her thighs, yanking her forward and I drove deep, bottoming out in one thrust. “Fuck!” I shouted at the feel of her heat wrapped so tight around me. Her greedy pussy was sucking me in so hard that I could barely pull out to plunge back in. “Yes. Milk my cock, baby. Keep me so deep you won’t lose a single drop of my come. Good girl.” My dick came out shiny with her juices and I alternated watching him disappear inside to watching her face contort with pleasure.
Kristen was barely coming down from her orgasm when I began to push her to the edge once more. “So fucking tight,” I growled. “I want to watch you come this time, Kristen. Bear down, baby. I want you coming so hard your womb will suck me dry.” Her walls clamped down and I fought the urge to close my eyes at the sensation. I was determined to see her come.
“Fuck! Oh fuck, yes!”
“Harder,” she whimpered. I would always give my girl anything she wanted so I grasped her ass and jerked her forward to meet each of my thrusts. “Grab the edge of the counter.”
She wrapped her fingers around the granite lip and her knuckles turned white from her grip. I tossed her legs over my shoulders before going back to holding her ass to use as leverage. The next time I pushed in, I went even deeper. “Fuck, yes!”
Kristen went off like a rocket, chanting my name as she shook with almost violent shudders. The feel of her orgasm around my dick had me following right behind. I roared as my cock exploded shooting jets of hot s
eed over and over. I moved my hand and pressed my thumb on her clit, setting her off one more time and it pulled even more come from me. Just when I thought I was empty, she would spasm and I’d spurt another load.
Finally, her shaking subsided and my dick appeared to be truly empty. I didn’t want her to lose even a drop of my come, so I kept us tightly joined as I moved us over to the living area and practically fell onto the couch. Kristen slouched over, collapsing on my chest.
I thought back to the heat of the moment and spoke as I rested my cheek on top of her head. “Talking about breeding you made you hot as fuck, didn’t it, kitten?” She squirmed and my cock stirred. “Do you want my baby inside you, Kristen? Because I intend to fuck you bare until you’re round with our child.”
“Yes,” she whispered and her hips shifted once again, bringing my cock to full attention. Her pussy clenched and though I could have sworn there was nothing left, I felt myself leaking.
“Does your greedy pussy need more, baby?” I rumbled as I moved inside her. “Look at me,” I demanded. She sat back and stared at me with eyes burning with hunger and lust. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want you,” she whispered.
“You want me to what?”
Her cheeks bloomed with red and she took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.” A burst of come shot from my dick at her dirty words.
“Do you want it filling your womb, Kristen?” I asked, wanting to hear her admit it. “To get you pregnant.”
The red deepened even more and she dropped her gaze for a moment before looking up at me through her long lashes. “Yes.”
I grunted my approval and grasped her hips. “Then ride my cock, kitten. Take what you want.”
“Merry Christmas, kitten.”
Kristen was clearly not a morning person and she pried one eye open to give me a lopsided glare, making me laugh. Damn, she was adorable and so sexy all mussed from sleep and boasting the love bites I’d left all over her creamy skin, marking her as mine.
“I’m not five, we don’t have to rush down to the tree at the ass crack of dawn,” she grumbled.
Another chuckle shook my chest as I whipped the covers off and my eyes hungrily perused her well-loved, naked body. “It’s after ten, kitten.”
She frowned and opened her other eye, craning her neck to see the clock on the nightstand. Then her brows lifted in surprise before she smiled sheepishly. “Whoops. I didn’t mean to sleep so late.”
I rolled her to her back and blanketed her with my body, caging her head between my arms. “I wanted you to rest. I wore you out yesterday and you’re bound to be sore today.” I couldn’t keep the smugness out of my tone as I thought about how she would feel me inside her all day. “Besides”—I placed one hand over her soft belly and smirked—“you’re probably growing another life in there.”
She rolled her eyes and poked me in the shoulder. “It’s not going to happen that fast, crazy man.”
“I fucked you all day yesterday and filled you with my come over and over. There’s no way one of my guys didn’t hang the fuck on and knock you up.” I grinned at the thought and kissed the tip of her nose, ignoring her second eyes roll. “Come on, kitten. Let’s see what Santa left you.”
Kristen let me help her up and into another of my shirts. I took her hand and led her from the room, down the hall and into the great room where the tree was now surrounded by a shit-ton of presents.
Her eyes bugged out and she started worrying her bottom lip. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I ran a soothing hand down her back. Whatever it was, I would fix it.
“Are these all for me? I—um—only got you one present.”
I turned her to face me and cupped her cheeks. “I didn’t know it, but all I wanted for Christmas was you. That’s everything, kitten. It’s better than if there were hundreds of presents with my name on them under that tree. Because this gift is forever”—I winked at her—“I get to open it any time I want.”
The tension is her shoulders released for the most part, but I could see she was still a little uncomfortable with the volume of presents under the tree.
“How about we just open the three most important ones and if you want me to send all the rest back, I will. I’ll always give you anything you want, kitten.”
Her mouth tipped up into a sweet smile and she nodded. I settled her on the couch before retrieving the three most important boxes under the tree and returning to sit next to her.
They were all small, about the size of a ring box. Kristen eyed them thoughtfully and when she glanced up, there was a spark of hope in them. I handed her the first one and she ripped into the paper, making me laugh. She lifted the lid and took out the key ring with several keys dangling from it. She cocked her head and looked at me curiously.
“I’m not going to spend another night away from you, kitten. Those are the keys to your new home.”
Her mouth dropped open a little but her face was awash with pleasure and she dropped the keys in her lap before throwing her arms around me. “Yes! I’ll move in with you!”
I hugged her back and kissed her forehead. “It wasn’t a request, baby. But, I’m glad you agree.”
I handed her the second box and she opened it eagerly. The box contained tickets and an itinerary for a trip to Tahiti, leaving the day after tomorrow. “We’re going to Tahiti?” she exclaimed with a huge grin.
“Since you’ve always wanted to visit there, I thought it would make a great honeymoon.”
Her head whipped up and her face was almost frozen in shock, except for her eyes blinking owlishly. “A what?” she managed to choke out.
I handed her the third box. She looked a little frustrated for a moment, clearly wanting to talk about my comment, but I just shook my head and pushed the present into her hands. She sighed and tore off the paper revealing a robin’s egg blue box.
When she opened it, she looked crestfallen at the sight of a small piece of paper, rather than a ring. She unfolded it and while she was reading it, I pulled a four-carat diamond ring out of my pocket and knelt on one knee.
“An appointment at the courthouse this afternoon…I don’t underst—” she broke off with a gasp when her head lifted.
“Kitten, it only took one for me to know you were mine. My heart knew I loved you before my head. I know it’s fast but this is forever and I don’t want to waste a single second of our life together. I love you. So, I made an appointment at the courthouse and I’m going to marry you. Every Christmas I’ll be celebrating the day you were tied to me in every way.”
Tears were streaming down her face but her lips were spread in a bright, beautiful smile. “I love you too, and of course I’ll marry you!” she shrieked as she threw herself into my arms.
I grunted as her body slammed into mine and laughed when I couldn’t hold my position and we tumbled to the ground. I quickly rolled her under me and slipped the ring on her finger. “It wasn’t a question, baby. We are getting married. But if it makes you feel better to pretend you had a choice, have at it.”
Kristen rolled her eyes but then she giggled and her eyes shined bright with happiness. I pushed wayward strands of her hair behind her ear and lowered my head down for a kiss filled with every ounce of love and passion that I felt for her.
For the first time since my parents died, Christmas held all the joy and magic it had when I was a kid. I’d found everything and I hadn’t even known it was missing. And, I was looking forward to next year and spending the holiday with our first child and if I was particularly persuasive, with another baby in my wife’s belly.
When I pulled back, Kristen’s skin was rosy and her eyes were sparkling making me want her all over again. “Merry Christmas, kitten.”
“Merry Christmas.”
Epilogue
Kristen
Four Years Later
“Another white Christmas.” I stared out my bedroom window as my husband came up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled agains
t my neck, nibbling on my sensitive skin.
“Your favorite,” he breathed into my ear before tilting my head so he could capture my mouth in a deep kiss.
As soon as his lips pressed against mine, I lost myself to the desire that always roared to life inside me when we touched. It had been this way since the first day we met, and the years which had passed had done nothing to diminish our need for each other. When he lifted his head, it took me a moment to get my breath back enough to whisper, “I love the snow, but it’s not my favorite part of Christmas. You are.”
He turned me around and cupped my cheeks with his palms, staring down at me with dark eyes full of love. “And you’re my favorite part of every day.”
A tiny whimpering sound came through the baby monitor, and both of us turned to look at the LCD screen sitting on the bedside table. Our four-month-old baby girl wriggled around in her crib and let out another complaint that neither of us had already come running to rescue her. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think Noelle heard what you said and now she’s gearing up to pitch a fit because everybody knows your little princess has you totally wrapped around her tiny finger. She doesn’t like to share her daddy, not even with her mommy.”
I grumbled that last bit, and flashed him an exaggerated pout. He brushed his lips against mine again before pulling away to say, “It’s only fair since our two little hellions are momma’s boys who glare at me any time I get too close to you.”
I twined my arms around his neck, “Christopher and Gabriel have long since learned nothing keeps their daddy away from their mommy.”
We both shook our heads at the sound of stomping feet in the hallway. “Not that it’s stopped them from trying,” he grouched as they banged their little fists on our bedroom door.
“Mommy! Daddy! Hurry up!” they shouted, with a jiggle of the locked doorknob. “We’ve been waiting in our beds forever until Noelle woke up so we could come get you to open presents!”
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