by Dani Wyatt
As Martel parks the truck, he turns my way, leans over and plants his lips on mine. His hand sweeps to the back of my neck and that feeling of being cared for in a way I didn’t understand before him overwhelms me.
When we break away, his eyes are on me and I swallow hard, looking up at a house that could be on the cover of Town & Country.
“Why are we here, again?” I ask, then clarify. “I mean, why am I here, again?”
“Two reasons. I want to let my family know I’ll be spending Christmas at my home with my girl. I want them to see us as us. Together. And second, I have something to pick up.”
He exits his side of the vehicle and a minute later we are inside the front door and I feel like I’ve been transported to some other world. The marble floors are highlighted with hand-woven rugs in jewel tones, and crystal chandeliers hang above and in the center of both rooms that flank the entryway.
Martel leads me down a long hallway until we are standing in a kitchen gleaming with stainless steel and carved, cherry cabinets above black, marble countertops.
“Martel.” His mother glances up from her seat at a long dining table in front of a wall of leaded-glass windows. She gives me a cursory glance, then stands. “We weren’t expecting you until later. And, I wasn’t aware you would be bringing a guest.”
“Where’s Dad?” Martel squeezes my fingers. “And Grandpa.”
“Your father is in his study and your Grandfather is resting.” She gives me another hard look, then addresses Martel. “You know, last night I was told you were both quite rude to Tabitha and her mother. I’ve had to apologize for you. I’m sorry, young lady…I don’t know where you and Martel met, but whatever game you were playing last night was not funny. Using his own debit card to pay for the auction. It’s all quite embarrassing, Martel.”
Martel shakes his head as my cheeks heat up. “This isn’t a game, Mother. And you’ll talk to Bria with respect, or not at all. I came here as a courtesy, to let you know Bria and I will be spending Christmas at my place.”
“Spending Christmas?” A man’s voice comes from behind and I turn to see an enormous man in a pin-striped suit. Bald headed, with a white goatee and a crystal glass full of clear liquid. He’s got the same blue eyes as Martel and although older, his general size and surly demeanor tell me this is his father. “You know we always spend our traditional Christmas here. Family only.”
“Bria is my family.”
“What?” His mother squeals. “What is this all about, Martel? What’s come over you? Maria told me, excuse me, Bria, but she told me your young lady told her she lived on Pines Ave. I’m sorry, dear. It’s just, is this some sort of scam? Are you looking for money?”
“She’s not looking for money.” Another voice, softer, familiar, comes in from behind and I turn to see Martel’s Grandfather wheeling himself into the kitchen.
“Father—” Martel’s mother starts, but the older man cuts her off with a stern glare.
His grandfather comes closer, taking Martel’s hand. “I knew it as soon as I saw you two together last night.”
“Knew what?” Martel’s father’s voice booms. “What’s going on here?”
“She’s the one.” The old man’s eyes twinkle. “I’d know that look anywhere.”
“This is preposterous.” His mother rolls her eyes. “Martel, this is beneath you. You belong next to your father, running the company. It’s time you grew up, gave up whatever this chip is you have on your shoulder and stop playing the whole average-working-man game. Your father worked hard to provide us with this life. A life everyone envies. You’ve had your fun on the wrong side of the tracks but enough is enough.”
His grandfather folds his hands over his lap and gives Martel a smile and a shrug.
“If I wasn’t sure before I got here today that the path I’d taken was the right one for me, I know now. I have to thank you both. Mom. Dad. I hope you’ll be a part of our life. Our life. Bria and I, but that’s going to be up to you. If you disrespect her ever again, we’re done. Grandpa, you are welcome in our home anytime. I’ll build you your own wing, you can come live with us. But, right now, I’m taking Bria and giving her the Christmas she deserves. Grandpa, I’d like to pick up something from your room before I go, if that’s alright with you.”
His grandfather gives him a knowing look on a nod. “Be my guest.”
With that, Martel is pulling me down the hall as I look over my shoulder at his parents, both standing wide-eyed, their mouths hanging open. “Sorry. I hope you have a Merry Christmas!”
Martel leads me down a long hallway, then stands outside a doorway. “One second and we’re going. Wait here.”
He disappears inside the room and comes back out a minute later. “What did you get?”
“Just something between me and my grandfather. Something he told me a long time ago I could have. It’s just time.”
As we head out the front door, the last thing I hear is the sound of his grandfather’s voice from down the hall.
“Merry Christmas! I’ll see you both soon!”
Chapter 12
Martel
This is what I’ve been missing on Christmas morning.
Bria’s lips are wrapped around my cock as I lick her sweet pussy, mounted above my face. It’s a mutual oral gift exchange, and I think we have just created another one of our own Christmas traditions.
I work her right to the edge of her orgasm, feeling the vibrations of her moans on my cock, then ease back, teasing her as she whimpers in distress, her hand caressing my balls.
I dive back in, my tongue slipping in and out of her drenched opening, then find her clit, working it until she’s a quivering mess of the sweetest sex juice I could have asked for.
We’re on the thick rug in front of the fireplace, with the lights from the tree sparkling all over her magnificent body.
Her mouth is heaven, just like the rest of her, and the head of my dick tickles her tonsils as I pinch her clit between my lips then come in for the kill.
I flick and dance the tip of my tongue on her hard nub until she grabs the base of my dick with her hand and pops it out of her mouth on a loud moan.
I drink down her cum as she rides my face and goes off hard.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She screams as her head falls onto my thighs, her body twisting as I draw out as much of her pleasure as I can before she’s panting and twitching over me. I roll her onto her side, lift her top leg and sink into her, down to my balls.
It’s a few thrusts as I finger her clit before she’s writhing again and I’m right there with her. I let myself go, holding deep inside her while her pussy walls pulse and squeeze.
“That cunt of yours wants every drop, doesn’t it?”
“Mmmmm, yes,” she moans as I slip out of her and reach under the tree to where I’ve hidden the small box I got from my Grandfather’s room yesterday.
“Bria.” I kneel down in front of her, my dick still hard and dripping with my cum and her slick honey, as her eyes open and she focuses.
“Yes?”
“I meant what I said, that this is our home now. I want you here. But I want more.”
“What else? I don’t have much more to give you. I didn’t get you a gift. I don’t have much money. All I have is the few things I managed to grab the other night.”
“You have something.”
“Okay, anything. Just tell me what you want.”
I pull the small wooden box from behind my back and snap it open as she sits up on her knees on a gasp, her hands covering her mouth. Inside the box is my grandmother’s wedding ring. It’s a three carat ruby, surrounded by round-cut diamonds with a white-gold band that matches the filigree on the engagement ring.
I hope she loves it, because it represents something I’ve wanted my whole life. A love like I saw between my grandparents. A love that neither Bria nor I saw with our own parents, but with some magic on our side, we’re going to make for ourselves.
“I
want you to be my wife. The mother of my children. My forever. My everything. I want to start right now. Marry me, Bria. It’s the only thing I want. Well, that’s not true. I want to wake up next to you every morning, every Christmas, the December one and the January one, and every New Year from now until the end of time. I want to make your dreams come true. What do you say?”
She throws her arms around my neck, her lips on my ear.
“You are the best Christmas present I’ve ever bought. It’s crazy, but I guess a little crazy was just what I needed. I say yes. A thousand times, yes.”
Chapter 13
Martel
Six months later
I’m dead-eyeing every dangling dick we pass as Bria walks beside me toward the entrance to The Lamont Creative Institute, where today is her first day of classes.
Her belly is just starting to poke out, perfectly round, and as much as I’ve told myself I can do this, I don’t think I can.
I stop at the front entry, squeezing her fingers with one hand while I pinch the bridge of my nose with the other, trying to keep from losing my shit.
“Are you okay?” Bria leans into me, then I look to see her giving a nervous smile to a few other students that are now staring at us.
“No.” I clench my jaw. “I’m not okay.” My throat tightens and my eyes begin to burn. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“You can.” She answers in a reassuring tone. “We talked about it all. I’ll be fine. Nothing is going to happen to me.”
“You don’t know that. Anything could happen. There could be a fire. There could be some mean girls or some guy who decides to touch you. Fuck, no, I can’t…”
Bria tugs my hand, walking me a few steps from the door where I’m sure she’s hoping I can get my man-shit together and not be such a spectacle.
As we take a few steps to the left, I finally look up and see two guys coming out of the entry doors, and they glance first at me then their eyes stick for a second too long on Bria.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” I drop her hand and tense, ready to charge at them with the full force of my fury.
“Get a grip, Grandpa,” they hiss back, and I lurch forward, chest out, fists at my sides, and watch them practically jump into the bushes.
“Martel.” Bria sighs, there’s a sadness in her voice and I swallow hard, trying to regain control as the two guys make a sharp right turn, giving me wary glances and heading in the opposite direction. “It will get better. Let’s just get this one class out of the way. You can do it. You want my dreams to come true, and this is one of my dreams.”
She’s right, but that doesn’t seem to help right now when I think of leaving her here alone. Making sure she was safe was one thing, but four months ago when that little plastic stick showed two pink lines?
I’ve been a raging lunatic ever since.
“Let’s go.” I nod toward the door, draping my arm around her shoulders so no one misses the fact that she’s mine. Holding hands is nice, but not everyone is observant enough to notice, so holding her next to me at least makes me feel better.
For now.
We work our way through the building until we find her classroom and my stomach is in knots when she turns my way, excitement on her face, as I battle my own lunacy at letting her walk away.
“Okay! I’m so excited.” She does this little jiggle-jump that has her tits bouncing, and I scan the area to make sure there’s no other guys enjoying the sight. “I’ve got my phone, so I’ll message you when class is over. Then I have a half hour and my Intro to Textiles class is just on the other side of this building. I’ll message you when I get there. Then, when that class is done, I’ll message again and you can come pick me up.” She’s breathless from talking so fast, and I’m proud she’s accepted the fact that she needs to message or call me whenever she’s coming or going anywhere, and she’s got our plan from today down pat.
But, plans change.
“I’ll be right here.” I jerk my head toward a bench on the opposite wall, outside of her classroom, and she lets out an exasperated sigh.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Yes. You will. And I’m going to make sure. I’m going to look up their fire safety record and go to the security office for a face-to-face visit. I’m going to make sure—”
“Stop. You’ve already looked up the fire safety record and you’ve already called the security office about a gazillion times and talked to them before you even let me enroll. Martel…” I’m pushing her and her cheeks flush red.
“Fine. But I’ll be right here. At least for today. I can’t just let you go yet.” I draw a deep breath through my nose, trying to calm myself. “Maybe just this first week. Or month. Then we’ll see…”
She shakes her head but pushes up on her tiptoes and gives me a kiss. “You are impossible.”
I shrug, watching her spin and sashay into class the same way she did that day at Mauricio’s when she went through the red curtain into the back room, and I knew already I’d found what I’d been looking for.
There’s been a lot of changes for us both the last six months. The best one is we have not spent a day or night apart since I brought her home for our first Russian Christmas together.
A couple days after, we went back to her father’s house and moved the rest of her stuff out, along with making sure her friend Alice got settled into her new place on campus. Luckily, her father hadn’t destroyed anything that belonged to either of them besides the Christmas decorations and so I let him live.
For now.
He’s been a pain the ass since, but I drew a thick line in the sand that he either got himself cleaned up, which I was more than willing to pay for, or he wasn’t welcome in our lives. Since, he’s been up and down. Sober then not. Betting then not. And that slingshot of emotions for Bria isn’t healthy, so for now, it’s radio silence.
I check in on him once a week in secret, showing up at the house and checking the general state of things. I reiterate my offer to facilitate him getting the help he needs, and if he makes some different choices in his life, I will guardedly but slowly allow him access to his daughter again.
We will see. For now, Bria is at peace with the situation and her well-being, as well as the well-being of our baby, are priority one. Her father is a grown man, making his own choices.
The good news is, my parents have had some revelations of their own. After a rocky start, once I told them a grandbaby was on the way, they’ve come around.
They treat Bria with respect, the relationship between her and my parents is friendly, and I’m hoping the next year will see more positive changes in us all. My mother sees more and more how Bria and I remind her of her own parents and what is truly important in life.
I built a huge addition on the house for my grandfather. He’s not with us permanently, but a couple times a month he comes and stays for a few nights and I can see the joy in his eyes when he sees Bria and me together, which is the greatest gift I think I can give him at this point in his life.
I spend the next hour on the phone, talking with Roan about a real estate deal we’ve put together, building some stellar low-income housing on Pines Avenue. It will be a couple years in the making, but it will redevelop a huge portion of abandoned housing and commercial buildings into duplexes, single family housing, decent grocery stores and some new shopping areas.
My machine shop is doing well, still growing, and almost all the welding I do now is just for my personal and art projects. I’m in the office more than down on the shop floor and work is coming in faster than I can hire and train enough staff to handle the overflow.
I’m not complaining, I just hate every minute I’m away from Bria and I have no fucking clue how I’m ever going to be away once the baby is here.
She’s hell-bent on getting her design degree and I’m all in with her. With everything I have going on, I could retire next year and keep us flush so I can spend every moment of the rest of my life with my fami
ly.
We’ll see. For right now, I’m just trying to get through her first class.
Ten minutes later, the door to her classroom opens and my heart starts beating faster, waiting for her to appear.
She’s smiling so big when she comes out, I think my chest is going to burst with pride.
“Everything go okay?” I try to keep my voice cheerful.
“Great. It’s going to be so fun.”
“Good. I love seeing you smile.”
“But it was the first day, so he let us out early. I have an hour until my next class…soooooo…” Her brown eyes sparkle as her teeth nip into her bottom lip, and my dick is already getting thick in my pants.
God, I love this woman.
“Follow me.” I tuck her next to me, my arm around her shoulders, and guide her out into the parking lot to the new Suburban I just bought for her last week. I parked far away from any other cars because I didn’t want anyone dinging up my girl’s new ride. I open the door, get her sweet ass into the second row of seats, then climb in behind her.
I’ve got her skirt flipped up, and her on all fours, within ten seconds. She turns around, grinning at me, wagging her ass. “I see now why the blacked-out windows were a good choice.”
I reach down between us and release my ready cock, and sink into her without a word. We both moan as her slick heat wraps around me.
“I love you, Snowflake. You’re the best Christmas present ever.”
“And you’re the best fifty-thousand dollars I ever spent. Even if it wasn’t my money.”
“It was always your money. You just didn’t know it yet.”
I slam into her deep, making her cry out as her slick juice coats my balls.
She’s mine. She will always be mine. And I am hers.
Forever.