“Are you okay?” she says from a few feet behind me as I get the fire extinguished.
“Stay back,” I snarl. “I’m sorry for yelling, I just can’t stand the thought of something happening to you.”
“But your place?” she says.
“I don’t care. We’re going to need a bigger place anyways so all the children we have can run, and laugh, and enjoy life. I’m moving out of here. We’re getting a yard, a couple of dogs…I think it’s time for a horse too. Our first daughter is getting a pony, I’m going to make sure of it.”
“A white one?”
“White, purple, green, it doesn’t matter. I’ll find her a rainbow colored one if that’s what she wants. As a matter of fact I’m going to get her a unicorn. Just you wait and see.”
“I want a unicorn,” she says playfully giving me a pouty face that’s too cute for words. Damn, the word cute entered my lexicon, albeit only my thoughts but still it’s clear my mind is changing faster than I can keep up.
“You are a unicorn,” I say, moving towards her taking, her face in my hands and kissing her hard, despite the smoke that’s still lingering in the room.
“We better open the windows,” she says. “I was on fire before the fire, by the way.”
“I was molten lava once I taste your lips.”
Ding dong.
My head recoils.
“My dad!” she says.
“Does he know where you are?”
She shakes her head.
“Go into the bedroom and wait. It’s better that way. I’ll handle this.”
I give her a quick, passionate kiss, and slap her on the non-injured cheek as she scurries off.
“On your right!” I yell, realizing she has no idea where anything is, although that’s going to change real quick.
My home is her home and we’re going to get her settled in, but we need to do it the right way…and that starts with a very difficult conversation that’s waiting for me at the front door.
I start opening windows to let the smell of the smoke escape.
Ding dong.
“Coming!” I growl, angry that we were interrupted, knowing that what I have to say is going to more than “interrupt” Mike’s whole world.
It’s going to flip it entirely on its head and our relationship will never be the same…if we even have a relationship in just a few minutes from now.
CHAPTER 11
Austin
“Sis?” I say opening the door.
“You were expecting someone else? Whoa what’s that smell?”
“I just didn’t know you’d be here so…soon. Just doing a little cooking, ya know.”
“So soon? Flights from Hawaii to L.A. take just under six hours, not four days. And since when do you cook?”
“Is that when we spoke? Four days ago?”
“Wow, you’re really in deep with this girl,” she says, as she stomps off her boots outside and then steps in. I take her coat. “I want to meet her. The one who probably inspired you to cook whatever it is you just burnt,” she jokes.
At this point I don’t even consider denying it or making up a story. I’m all in and I know Madison is too.
“How about now?”
“Oh,” she says, taking a step back. “I can come back later if—“
“Don’t even think about it,” I say, taking her by the arm and leading her into the room to show her I’m being completely sincere.
As much as I want to enjoy my time with Madison, family always comes first, and in this instance I have my forever family in the form of my sister, and my future family in the form of my Madison and my sister. I want them to meet. It will be good.
“Madison, you can come on out,” I say.
“Madison?” my sister says. “I don’t remember anyone in your graduating class, or anyone you used to know with that name.”
“She’s not from my graduating class.”
“My graduating class?” my sis asks.
“Next spring’s graduating class,” I say.
My sister’s jaw about hits the floor as Madison’s head pops around the corner of the doorjamb.
“Madison…Moore? Isn’t that Mike and Misty’s…”
I nod. “Sure is.”
“Hi,” Madison says, the rest of her body coming into view as she quickly makes her way to offer my sister her hand.
“Hi. Nice to see you again after all this time,” my sister says with a smile, before turning to me.
“Ooh, you two are gonna be in trouble aren’t you?”
“You have no idea,” I say. “Let me mix up some spiked eggnog and we can play a game or something. Are you staying, sis?”
“Well…I’m…”
“Of course you are. Where’s your car?”
“Parked out front.”
“Your bag is in there?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll grab it a bit later. Let’s relax for a minute, or maybe you want to take a shower first.”
“Yeah, that would be great.”
“Let me get your bag then.”
She gives me her keys and I go out to her car, taking my time. Me being out of the house almost forces the two of them to talk, which is a good thing. I don’t foresee any issues between the two of them anyways, but it’s good that they’re getting to know each other right away.
And with my sis taking a quick shower it gives me time to let Madison kind of catch her breath after the scare we just had. After my sister’s all cleaned up from being on an airplane, we can have fun as a family, which is what the holidays are about in the first place.
As much as I want to be alone with my woman this is almost too good to be true. Lisanne is way better with people than I am and she can give me some advice on how to approach this situation. She’s the best sister anyone could ever have and totally nonjudgmental, unlike what I’m expecting from Mike and Misty.
And Lisanne, although always welcome, will only be staying a night before she goes and stays at her friend’s place closer to her filming location. She likes staying there and it’s a perfect fit for her so it’s a win win situation.
And then my woman and I can pick up where we left off…alone.
CHAPTER 12
Madison
Christmas Eve
I still feel warm and fuzzy inside from the night I spent at Austin’s house as I got to know him and his sister better.
We played so many fun games and the spiked eggnog made something that was already a great time that much more enjoyable.
We started out with a game called Candy Canes, which is played exactly like the games Spoons, just with candy canes.
Then we switched to one of my favorites that I think we pretty much just made up on the spot, called Snowball Throw. In that one we took turns trying to toss marshmallows, or “snowballs”, into each other’s mouths. One point for each marshmallow “caught.”
Of course there was Christmas Guess Who, where everyone has an “answer” written out on a piece of paper and then sticks it to their forehead, having to ask questions that match the answer in order to be able to ask more questions and eventually guess what in the world is on their on forehead.
We went on to play Christmas Charades, Two Truths and a Lie - Christmas Edition, and we topped it off with the funniest game I’ve ever played called Jingle in the Trunk. In it you start out with twelve jingle bells placed inside an empty tissue box, which you tie around your waist with Christmas ribbon. Then by dancing, prancing, doing the jingle bell hop, and just generally acting a fool, you have to try and get all twelve bells to exit the tissue box. Oh, and you can’t use your hands so the crazier the better. I think I even twerked!
As the afternoon turned to evening and evening turned to night, I texted my parents that I wouldn’t be home, instead passing out in Austin’s arms. We got in more than a few kisses, but that was the extent of it.
The next day he snuck me home and then today, on Christmas Eve, here I am taking an Uber to
his house so we don’t run the risk of getting caught, and so I can be at his door the minute he finishes his shift.
Originally he was scheduled to work Christmas Eve, like every Christmas Eve and Christmas before, but this year, at the last second, he requested off.
He said his boss was shocked and admitted his boss said the same thing his sister had said. “I want to meet her.”
It seems everybody’s shocked that Austin is finally seeing someone, but nobody is more shocked than me.
In all the years I’ve wished for toys and specific dolls and gifts and things like that I never knew my biggest Christmas wish would come when I was an adult.
And the best part was I was about to get it too.
Christmas Eve with him, and waking up on Christmas morning in his arms.
My Uber rolls up to his house just after he pulls up.
“Perfect timing,” I say.
“It’s always perfect timing, perfect everything, when it comes to you.”
He reaches in his pocket to pay for my ride but I insist.
Unfortunately he’s too fast and he manages to pass off the fare and what looks to be a nice holiday bonus to the driver. I guess that way he accepts and doesn’t let the two of us “fight” over who pays.
“Thank you,” I say. “But you didn't’ have to.”
“I know, and that’s the best part. I want to, just like I want you.”
“I pay for the next thing,” I say.
“Never.”
“Austin,” I say, putting my hands on his hips.
“Okay. You can pay for ice creams in the spring when you graduate and get your first job, if you decide you want to work.”
“Decide I want to work?” I giggle. “I have to make money somehow. L.A.’s not cheap.”
“I make more than enough money for all the things we want to do in this life, and I know most of them like going to the beach, hiking Yosemite, and traveling don’t really cost that much anyways. You don’t have to work a single day in your life if you don’t want to. I promise.”
The sound of his commitment to me melts my heart and takes away a huge burden post-graduation, especially considering it’s tougher and tougher to get a job these days and a lot of students graduate with mountains of student debt.
His words of commitment have me wondering if he has something a little more official planned for tonight or tomorrow, but I don’t want to get my hopes up so early and in no way do I expect that at this point.
But I won’t lie. It would be the icing on the cake that would make this the ultimate December to remember.
The minute we step inside the first thing I notice is he’s added two stockings, one with each of our names on it.
There are presents under the tree we decorated, and there’s even one with my name on it on the table next to a store-bought gingerbread cake this time. And it’s not just a gingerbread cake, but a gingerbread cake house.
I take one gift out of the top of my oversized Macy’s bag which I saved and hand it to him. “This one you can open now,” I say.
“And I’ve got one for you now too,” he says, handing me the one from the table.
We both shake them at the same time and funny enough they sound the same. We laugh and he leans in and gives me a big ol’ kiss, which warms my heart and makes me know that although I may not be at “my house” this Christmas, I certainly am home.
We lock eyes and then quickly bend at the knees like we’re about to race as we tear into our gifts. Normally I open my gifts slowly, trying to keep the wrapping paper pristine, but for some reason I’m just having so much fun the thought doesn’t even enter my mind and my OCD “bell” that I sometimes hear in my mind doesn’t ring.
As soon as we get the wrapping paper off, tossed to the side, and the lids of we can’t stop laughing.
I hold up my ugly Christmas sweater and he does the same. I was hoping he would be okay with the joke, but apparently the joke was on me too.
“Let’s put them on!” I say.
“Race ya,” he says, pulling his hospital scrub up and over his head, and in the process his T-shirt too, revealing his eight-pack abs and that lower abdominal V-shape that leads right to the main attraction.
I freeze for a second taking in the sight of his rock hard body, feeling my knees go weak before remembering it’s a race and I have to put my sweater on faster.
Feeling totally fearless, I quickly unbutton my blouse, my eyes looking down to make sure I get them all before I go to yank my arms out through the sleeves, and just as I do I feel his big, strong hands take my sides as he pulls my bare tummy against his body.
My face finds his bare chest and my lips part, a whimper escaping me as my hands come up to feel his massive muscles as I kiss his pectoral muscle feeling it ripple from the sensation of my lips on his skin.
All that pent up energy from the other day comes roaring back with a vengeance.
But this time there is no stopping us.
CHAPTER 13
Austin
“If you only knew all the things I want to do to you,” I growl, her hands on my body and her lips on me has my cock throbbing.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“Before I do you I have to know you’re ready for it, because the things I tell you are exactly the things I’m going to do to you, you can count on it.”
“I’m ready.”
“Last chance. Make sure, because once we cross the Rubicon there’s no going back.”
“I’ve already jumped over the Rubicon and kicked the bridge into the river a thousand miles below. I’m committed and I’m all yours.”
From the depths of my belly a noise befitting of my inner beast rises, rumbling through my core and leaving through my chest. It never even made it to my throat, let alone out my mouth, but it’s just as powerful, dominant, hungry, and possessive all the same.
“It starts with me burying my dick so far inside your pussy and filling it with my seed that you have no choice but to become pregnant with my child. I want to breed you until we can’t anymore, and then do it again. I want to kiss you so hard it makes your head spin, and I want to slap that sexy ass of yours, on the side that’s not injured of course, and leave a mark letting you know just who owns it…and you. You’re mine woman. Mine and no one else’s, ever, and you will have my babies…our babies.”
Her tongue slides across her lips.
“I’m going to fill your pussy, which is now our pussy, with and leave my dick so far inside that my baby batter stays pressed up inside you so damn deep you have twins. And then I’m gonna come inside you again and again and again, only taking a second in-between to let you catch your breath and lick your wounds from the way I’m going to lose control. I’m not going to hurt you, not ever, but I’m going to make sure you feel it…make sure you know you’re getting taken by a man, a real man, the one and only man who will not only ever see that body, but know what it feels like to have it, to possess it, and to put his babies in it.”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“And in those moment when you’re catching your breath after being fucked the way you deserve, I’m going to run around the room like a six hundred pound gorilla beating my chest as the biggest, baddest motherfucker on the planet, and that’s exactly how I’ll feel and what I’ll be as adrenaline rips through my veins knowing the alpha female of the entire jungle chose me to mate with.”
“Mate with me,” she says. “Make me yours.”
I’m losing my damn mind referring to her as a gorilla but damn, that’s what we are. Fuck lions, we’re the king and queen of the jungle, the concrete jungle that is L.A., and the whole damn world.
“But you have to know something first,” she says and I pause.
“Anything,” I say taking her face in my hands and holding it tight. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll get through it. It doesn’t change anything, don’t you worry.”
“Are you sure?”
My lip
s crash down hard on hers and when I pull my face off I roar just like the manic monkey I just described myself to be.
“I want you hard. I want you deep. I want every inch…but it might take some time.”
“We’ve got our entire lives, beautiful.”
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