Roman
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The Major’s eyes widened, but he said nothing.
“Right now, I bet you’re wondering how we know all that. Does it matter? If you don’t do what I say, then I will personally see to it that your life is a living hell. I’ll start by sending your church-going, God-fearing mother the video of Honey Berry and the other one … what was her name again?”
Hudson smiled. “Cherry Pie. Nice tits, but definitely not my type.”
“That’s right. Anyway, I’d love to send that video footage of them sucking your cock to your mom. I bet you didn’t know the whorehouse keeps the videos of their patrons for security reasons, did you? Really easy to break into their system, as well—took us all of three minutes.”
His face paled so badly, he almost looked like a ghost in the moonlight.
“And, while they were looking for the creamy center, you were watching porn. Doesn’t your mom sit on some anti-porn council or something like that?”
Hudson bent down so that he looked directly into the Major’s eyes, his elbows resting on his knees. “And that’s where we start, Sherlock. That will only be the beginning of your misery if you don’t follow our demands. Do you understand?”
Roman removed his foot and stepped back while Hudson pressed the muzzle of his gun to the man’s forehead. He hoped he didn’t lose it and blow the guy’s brains out. Yes, he wanted the facility shut down, but he wanted to give this piece of shit a chance to redeem himself, as well.
Hudson stood. “We better head out, Roman. My trigger finger is feeling itchy.”
He nodded and glanced up at the beautiful, crisp clear night. The stars seemed to fight each other for space against the black backdrop, their lights twinkling with different intensities. For a moment, he wished he could travel back up there, to his own star far, far away, but then he remembered Olivia. She had become his home, and anger surged through him as he looked back down at the Major.
He kicked the male in the ribs as hard as he could and smiled as he gasped for breath. “And that … that’s from Olivia. Don’t you even think about coming for her, Shirley.”
Turning, he then walked toward the car, feeling satisfied about his brief conversation with the Major. Sliding into the passenger seat as Hudson turned the key, he wondered if Olivia would be up when they arrived home. He hoped she’d had a fun night with the females.
He glanced in the side mirror to see the Major scrambling to his feet. “You can’t leave me out here! I’ll die!”
Roman cursed and rolled down the window. “You’re a Major in the United States Armed Forces! Use your damn training to find your way home!”
Hudson hit the gas. “I wish you would have let me kill him.”
He sighed, but didn’t answer for a few minutes. “It just didn’t seem like the Christmas thing to do, Hudson.”
They drove for a long while, then Hudson answered. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Epilogue
Christmas Eve
Abby sat in a big chair by the Christmas tree covered in twinkling white lights reading ’Twas the Night Before Christmas with Killian and Megan at her feet.
Roman and Olivia sat with Hudson and Beverly on one couch, each sipping their eggnog, while Eden and Benedict sat at their feet in as much rapture of the story as the younger kids. Hudson threw his arm over Beverly’s shoulder, and Roman took that as a sign that things had been patched up between them.
Noah had found a place on the couch, as well, his long legs stretched out in front of him, with Phoenix lying on his chest. Both slept soundly. Blake and Sophia sat together on another couch, looking forlorn, both wearing serious frowns. Sophia actually seemed a little pale, and he wondered if she felt okay.
Everyone else in the silo was also present, listening intently to Abby while sipping their drinks. Roman pulled Olivia closer, and she turned to him and grinned. While he and Hudson had been roughing up the Major, Olivia and Liberty had been coloring their hair red. “Christmas red,” had been the way she’d described it. He had to admit, it looked sexy as all hell on her, which proved difficult to him. If Olivia became any sexier, he’d be sporting a non-stop erection. He couldn’t get enough of her as it was, anyway.
When the decorations had started going up, he hadn’t been too sure about this tradition of Christmas. He understood that for most, it held a religious meaning, and he respected that. As he listened to the story of children’s eyes aglow and the excitement that Christmas Eve held for them as they waited for Santa’s visit, he felt blessed beyond measure to be among his people, to be safe, and to have found such a wonderful female to be by his side.
He’d discussed Christmas with Olivia, and she’d never really had the brightly lit tree, the stockings, the tinsel, or the large feasts while growing up. He’d told her yesterday that it felt as if the energy in the silo had changed. The place seemed happier, yet a little quieter, as if people were deep in reflection a lot of the time. She only had one answer for him: the Christmas spirit. He wished the joy everyone seemed to be experiencing could last all year long. Or, maybe they should celebrate Christmas twice a year.
Something to think about.
As Abby finished the story, the kids began to talk excitedly about Santa coming to visit in just a few short hours. Abby told them that they had to be on their best behavior and get to bed on time so that he didn’t skip the silo.
Roman grinned, thinking of the stacks of presents for them down in the gym that Olivia had helped wrap. He’d actually assisted Noah and Hudson in putting together a bike for Killian and a play kitchen for Megan. He felt certain he’d never heard so much cursing in such a short period of time as they’d assembled both.
Abby stood, looking exhausted, but very happy. As she shook Noah awake, Hudson announced that dinner would be served in a moment, and he needed volunteers.
He and Olivia stood and followed him into the kitchen. Once everyone was seated at the table decorated in green and gold, they brought out a turkey, a ham, and roast beef. Mashed potatoes, green beans, gravy, and buns were passed around. Happy, low-key chatter became the backdrop and he and Olivia talked with Hudson and Beverly.
Groans of appreciation for the cook resonated through the air, as did talk of extra workouts being necessary. Just when he felt he may have to unbutton his pants, Noah stood.
“I’d like to make a toast.”
Roman gazed over at him as the room became quiet.
“You’re supposed to do that at the beginning of a meal, not the end,” Blake said.
“Shut up, Blake. I want to make a toast now, so I will.” Roman grinned as Noah raised his glass. “First, to the chefs. I think this may have been the best meal served in this place yet.”
He clinked his glass with Olivia’s, now wishing he’d worn sweatpants to dinner.
“Second, a lot has changed since—”
Phoenix began to cry, and Abby picked him. “It’s time for a feeding,” she explained before leaving the room. Noah sighed and watched her go, then cleared his throat.
“As I was saying, a lot has changed around here since last Christmas. We’ve got babies, and a lot of new people around. So, what I wanted to say was that Abby and I are so happy you’re all here. We consider each of you a member of our family, and we … uh … we love you all.”
Roman turned to Olivia as Noah’s cheeks flamed crimson. “I think Abby was supposed to say that last line.”
She laughed as glasses were raised and cheers of agreement rang from everyone.
As Hudson clamped him on the shoulder and Olivia grabbed his hand, tears stung his eyes. He’d grown up in a loving family such as this, and to have it all again made him miss his past, but also appreciate his present even more.
As Noah sat down and the chatter continued, he groaned again.
Olivia glanced over at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to get out of these pants.”
She raised an eyebrow at him and a small smirk crossed her face. “Oh, really? Do you ne
ed some help?”
His blood made a mad dash for his groin. That smile on those lips, that red hair … of course he wanted some damn help.
He stood and held out his hand to her, pulling her to her feet. “We’ll be back in a while,” he said to Hudson.
The male grinned. “You’ll be stuck with dishes.”
Getting to have Olivia help him with his pants would be worth dish duty, hands down.
They walked hand in hand down the hall, through the kitchen, then down the smaller hall that led to the elevator to their quarters. Once ensconced in the elevator, he kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together with desire.
When the lift landed on their floor, he pulled her into their room, and as she promised, she reached for the button on his jeans. As she yanked them down his legs and he stepped out of them, he didn’t know what bulged more—his cock or his belly.
Taking her into his arms, he held her close as she stroked him, their lips moving slowly over each other’s, as if they explored one another for the first time. He whipped her shirt over her head, then slid the skirt down her legs, revealing the long pins he loved wrapped around him.
Once they had discarded all their clothing, he led her over to the bed, and they slid in.
Rolling on top of her, he ran his tongue over her collarbone, which elicited a sweet sigh from her. He leaned in to kiss her again, but she placed a hand on his chest, looking worried. “I have something to tell you.”
He grinned, propped himself up on his elbows and considered that at the moment, nothing could break his bliss. “What’s that?”
“I didn’t get you a Christmas present. I haven’t had time to do any shopping.”
Laughing, he kissed her again. “It doesn’t matter to me, Olivia. As far as I’m concerned, you being here with me, like this, right now, is the best present I could ever get.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down so that their lips touched. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”
The love for his female clenched in his chest; the feeling of being complete washed over him. Yes, she was the best gift he could ever receive.
“Merry Christmas, Olivia.”
“Merry Christmas, Roman.”
Dear Reader,
As we leave Roman, there are three couples in the house who are at odds:
Noah and Abby
Blake and Sophia
Hudson and Beverly
Unfortunately, I couldn’t wrap up their stories without taking away from Roman and Olivia.
So, what I have decided to do is make these three stories a novella. All will pick up right at this book, and the stories will end on Christmas Eve / Christmas Day, hence the Six Saviors Christmas title.
For me, Christmas starts the day after Thanksgiving. I'm like an excited five-year-old as I pull out the decorations, so I'm putting this up for sale on November 25th.
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Dear Reader,
As we leave Roman, there are three couples in the house who are at odds:
Noah and Abby
Blake and Sophia
Hudson and Beverly
Unfortunately, I couldn’t wrap up their stories without taking away from Roman and Olivia.
So, what I have decided to do is make these three stories a novella. All will pick up right at this book, and the stories will end on Christmas Eve / Christmas Day, hence the Six Saviors Christmas title.
For me, Christmas starts the day after Thanksgiving. I'm like an excited five-year-old as I pull out the decorations, so I'm putting this up for sale on November 25th.
Get your copy today!
About the Author:
Carly Fall is a wife, a mother and a slave to the dog, Nicky.
She loves to laugh, thinks chocolate and wine should be considered their own food group, and wishes Christmas happened twice a year.
She is the author of the award winning and Amazon best selling series, the Six Saviors, as well as paranormal and contemporary romance.
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