Heaven Hill Series - Complete Series

by Laramie Briscoe

  “You sit right there,” she pointed to the edge of the bed. “I’ll be out soon.”

  He nodded. “I’ll be waiting on ya. Not like I’ll be going anywhere without you.”

  Charity held his gaze as she backed into the bathroom, throwing him what she hoped was a hot look. As she closed the door, her heart started pounding in her chest. Did she still have it in her to seduce her husband? God she hoped so.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Drew got up and shimmied out of his pants and dress shirt. If Charity was getting ready to seduce him, he’d get ready to seduce her, too. Leaving his boxers on, he scooted up so he sat back against the headboard. Folding his hands behind his head, he leaned back … relaxing for the first time in ages.

  It felt like it had been years since he’d been able to fully let his guard down. All the time at home, he was listening for one of the girls to cry, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Whether it be a trip to the doctor, or to the twenty-four-hour grocery because they ran out of something.

  He yawned loudly, his jaw popping as he shook his head. Glancing at his watch, he saw Charity had been in the bathroom for going on twenty minutes. Women needed time to primp, even ones who always looked good, he rationalized. Yawning again, he contemplated shutting his eyes for just a few minutes. He was so damn tired, and it wouldn’t be awful if he did. He’d wake up as soon as he heard the bathroom door open when she came out. They both needed a night of debauchery and neither one of them would miss it for anything.

  But his eyelids were so heavy, and he was just going to rest them for a couple of minutes.

  No way he’d actually fall asleep, not with the promise of hotel sex on the horizon.

  Charity was freaking out, she realized, as she stood in the bathroom. She faced the mirror, trying to calm her breathing, which was approaching full-blown hyperventilation.

  “He’s your husband. He’s seen you at your best, at your worst, and whatever the fuck this is,” she argued with herself as she tried to suck her stomach in again. Looking at herself from the side hadn’t been the best idea she ever had.

  Now she was starting to doubt herself. This would go okay? Right? She wouldn’t fall on her face trying to seduce her husband. Hell, it felt like it’d been so long, he’d probably not even really get started before she was orgasming all over the place, that sure wasn’t a bad thing. Leaning into the mirror, she sucked her cheeks in, rubbed them to get some color there, and fluffed her hair one more time.

  This was as good as it was gonna get, and the baby doll top she wore hid the stomach that made her feel so self-conscious. The stretch marks had started to fade, just like everyone had told her they would but still, she didn’t feel she was at her best. Squaring her shoulders, she knew she had to get over this and these feelings of inadequacy. If Drew were to be believed; she was doing this to herself.

  She put her hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened it. “Hey hot stuff,” she smiled widely as she entered the main living area.

  She’d been prepared for the sweet words of her husband, the dirty words of the bad boy he’d been when they were teenagers, or even the carefully correct responses he’d learned to make when she’d gotten so self-conscious about her body.

  What she hadn’t been prepared for? The sight of her husband in nothing but his boxers, leaning against the headboard and fast asleep She had to laugh, because really, what else was there to do?

  Part of her was relieved as she moved around the bed, grabbing the cover that lay at the foot. He had to be cold, and even if he wasn’t now, he would be later. Putting it over his body, she leaned in and kissed him on the forehead.

  Her heart soared when he tilted his head into her touch. Reaching out in his sleep, he grabbed her hand. She couldn’t resist reaching for his face, letting her palm caress the rough hair there. Drew didn’t always have a full-beard, but he always had a five-o’clock shadow. It was one of the things she loved most about him. When he’d come up to her and put his arms around her from behind, she could feel the sandpaper scrape against her shoulder and she was home.

  Pulling back, she walked around to her side of the bed, climbed in, turned the light out, and covered herself with the blanket. All that nervousness for nothing. She shrugged, at least she’d be able to get a full night’s sleep, and not having to worry about the girls. It would be a good sleep.

  Her life was great, even if her husband did fall asleep on the edge of mind-blowing, hotel room sex.

  How could he have fallen asleep? Drew was pissed at himself. When he’d woken up a few minutes ago, it’d taken him a while to get his bearings. The last thing he remembered was being prepared for some crazy sexytimes with Charity. How the fuck had he gotten covered up and why in the world was she lying beside him, fast asleep in the hottest nightgown he’d seen on her in over a year.

  What the fuck had happened?

  The last thing he remembered was thinking it’d be a great idea to rest his eyes for just a minute. Yeah, fuck that, he never should have given into the temptation. One temptation, however, he couldn’t resist was right beside him in the bed. Sometime in the night, she’d turned onto her back and kicked the covers off. There was nothing standing between him and the pussy he loved except for a small scrap of satin. The barrier didn’t stand a chance.

  Getting off the bed, he situated himself, taking off his boxers before getting on all fours and crawling up. With his shoulders, he spread her legs wider, opening her up to his gaze in the muted light of the room. Pushing the satin aside, he wasted no time diving in. Using his tongue and teeth against her, he dug his fingers into her thighs, holding her as she tried to close around his head.

  “Drew, what the hell?” she sat almost straight up, moaning when she saw him between her thighs.

  Releasing the suction he had on her core, he glanced up at her. “If you have to ask, I’ve lost my fucking touch.”

  “No,” she leaned back, pushing her fingers through his hair. “You haven’t lost your touch at all.”

  That was good to hear. While she was worried about her body, he was worried about making sure she was taken care of. It was harder than he’d imagined it would be. The things he’d done before they’d been parents had been second nature to him. Now there wasn’t time for him to stop and get her flowers on the way home, he couldn’t draw her a bath and let her relax. If both girls started crying, she’d get up and not let him handle it. That had to stop – there were two babies and two of them, he’d make sure Charity shared the parent gig with him more evenly from now on. Keeping her from being exhausted was better than flowers nowadays.

  Tonight though, he’d make sure she’d know how much she was appreciated.

  Charity had needed this even more than she realized. She’d been holding herself so tightly on a day-to-day basis she didn’t know how to relax anymore. But God, Drew was doing a damn good job of showing her what she’d been missing.

  “Oh God,” she threw her heard back, arching into his mouth, arching into his tongue, gasping harshly as he did a circle thing he’d never done before. “Where did you learn that?”

  He chuckled, his breath warm. “I still have tricks you haven’t seen yet baby,” he mumbled before sliding a finger into her body.

  Charity hissed. Since she’d had the girls and it’d been longer than they cared to admit since they’d had sex, she’d gotten tighter. The invasion wasn’t exactly pleasurable and she did her best not to move further up the bed, away from his attention.

  “Just give me a sec babe, I’ll make it feel good,” his eyes met hers as he watched her.

  “Okay,” she licked her lips, trying to slow down her breathing. “I’ll relax.”

  “You relax and let me do the work. That’s all you gotta do.” His voice was earnest in wanting her to enjoy herself.

  That wasn’t fair and she knew it, but if he was telling her he wanted to worship her. She was good with all of that.

  Chapter Forty-Three

 
Charity was so fucking tight on his finger he was afraid he was going to come before he even got his cock near her. She was so ripe for this, so ready, and he wanted to be the one to give it to her. He could feel the way her body was strung tight like a bow.

  He was the same way, if truth be told. He wanted to make her scream, wanted to make her hoarse and he wanted to hear it. He didn’t want her having to hold anything in fear of waking someone up in their household. It was one of the major things he’d been missing since they’d become parents. Their lives hadn’t revolved around this and they’d had to learn other ways to connect but it was a huge part of their relationship. While he loved her and it didn’t matter to him how he connected with her, he was honest enough to admit that he’d missed this.

  Without thinking about it, he was shoving himself against the mattress, grinding against the cool sheets. God, it felt good to grind his hot cock against them, and to have his mouth on her? He needed it more than he needed to live sometimes, and to have it tonight all for him? It was a heady kind of turn on, one he hadn’t had in such a long fucking time.

  “I love you,” her broken voice moaned as he curled his finger, using his tongue to tease her clit. “You keep doing that and I’m gonna come.”

  Those were the best words he’d ever heard from her lips. He wanted her to, wanted to feel it wash all over him, wanted her smell in his nostrils, wanted her nail marks down his back. “Don’t be shy honey,” he encouraged her. “If you love me, give it to me.”

  She loved nothing more than a challenge. He felt her tighten against him again as her hips started rocking to a beat only she heard. He tightened his fingers on her thighs, holding her as still as he could. Her fingers yanked on his hair as her voice broke again.

  “Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”

  There was no way he’d stop. Instead he doubled up on his efforts, gently inserting another finger and double-timing his tongue. The sounds in the room were almost vulgar as she shoved against his mouth and he took it, thrusting his fingers further up inside her.

  His jaw ached and his forearm was at an odd angle, but damned if he was going to stop, especially when she began chanting his name like he was a god.

  “Right there!” she twisted her body, pulling on his hair so hard he almost yelled himself, but he stayed with her as she rode out the orgasm against his face.

  Charity lay back against her pillow, a hand to her chest, because she wasn’t sure she wasn’t going to have a damn heart attack.

  “Andrew Walker, I think you just about killed me,” she giggled, covering her face with her hand.

  “I hope you stay alive long enough to take care of this raging hard-on I have,” he moved up her body, burying his face in her neck.

  She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned when she felt the tip of his cock nudging against the soft tissues of her core. Her body felt like mush. He had completely obliterated her, if someone asked her right now, she wasn’t sure she could tell them what her birthday was. Reaching down, she pulled her panties down, unhooking them through one leg. That’s all she needed to get the range of motion she wanted.

  “While I love this lace bra, silky nightgown top thing you’re wearing.”

  “It’s satin,” she interrupted him, smiling when he nipped at her neck.

  “It’s in my fucking way, and it’s about to go away.”

  At least he warned her, she thought as she felt the material give way with a few well-placed tugs by him. She loved when he went all he-man on her, ripping off her clothes. As sexist as it probably was, it made her wetter than anything else he did to her.

  “I don’t wanna hurt you,” his voice was garbled as he took one of her nipples in his mouth.

  She’d stopped breastfeeding a few weeks before, but they were still very sore, and she cried out.

  “You okay?” he asked, an apologetic look on his face.

  Charity nodded grasping around his neck. “I’m good, just be careful with them. They’re still sensitive.”

  His look become reverent and instead of his teeth, he used his tongue. The soothing coolness of the circular motion he used was enough to make her feel moisture flood her again. Taking her hand down their bodies, she encircled his length, rubbing the tip with her thumb.

  She could feel his answering wetness and it turned her on more than she remembered it ever turning her on. Maybe it was because they were close, they were actually going to do this. She was going to feel him inside her again.

  “Put me inside you,” he spoke against her tit, watched her with the hottest eyes she’d ever seen.

  Grasping hold of him, she fed his length into her core, sighing as he seated himself all the way in. “It’s so full,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist.

  “If that means I’m huge, thank you,” he joked. “I know I’m girthy.”

  She giggled. “Drew, you know you’re the best I’ve ever had. You don’t need me to tell you that.”

  “Oh but sometimes it’s nice to hear, especially when I have such a hot piece of ass underneath me.”

  She gasped when he withdrew and thrust up into her body. Meeting him, she bore down on him, tightening against his invasion, not wanting to let him go. Together they moved in an age-old rhythm; one they had perfected with each other after being lovers for so long. When she gasped, he knew why, when she whined, he knew exactly what she needed. Charity knew she’d never give up them for anything. She loved her life with Drew, loved the fact he could turn her inside out with the thrust of his hips. Loved the sharp intake of breath he rewarded her with when she dug her feet into his ass.

  “You are so fucking warm,” he whispered next to her ear.

  He held himself in a push up position as he swung his hips into hers. She could feel him hardening, feel him lengthening, and after the amazing orgasm she’d had earlier, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to have another.

  “Let it go, Drew, I know you want to,” she whispered into his ear, letting him know it was okay if he wanted to be selfish.

  “You sure?”

  “So fucking serious,” she answered, angling her head so she could easily take his earlobe in her mouth. If there was one thing her husband loved, it was to have his earlobes played with. Feeling the coolness of his earring, she grasped the edge of skin and bite hard enough she knew he’d feel the sting.

  “Fuckin’ hell,” he ground out between gritted teeth.

  That southern accent was coming out, and she knew she had him. “Give it to me, Drew. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

  Those words were what he needed as he slammed home, before pulling out and slamming back. Charity watched as he grasped the headboard with one hand, his knuckles white against his grip, helping leverage himself against her. It was maybe the hottest thing she’d ever seen him do. She decided to tell him so.

  “You grabbing the headboard is the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen. Use it, Drew, let it help you get deeper into me. C’mon,” she pushed her own hand up against the headboard, thrusting up against him.

  “Fuck, I can’t get close enough to you,” he dropped his head before throwing it back against his shoulders. “Feels so fucking good, so fucking dirty compared to how we’ve been doing this.”

  “It is,” she encouraged him. “This is what we’ve needed,” she scraped her nails down his back. “Now give it to me.”

  Those were the words he needed. She felt him explode inside her, felt the harder thrust against her hip bones. As he lazily stroked in and out of her, she was gripped by an unexpected flash of pleasure.

  It could have been minutes or hours later, but they lay together, each stroking the other’s hair.

  Drew’s voice was contemplative as he stroked her hair. “There’s something I wanna talk to you about, and I just want you to listen. I understand you’re Ms. Independent for the most part, and I love that about you, but you’ve got to stop pushing me out of helping you.”

  She opened her mouth to
protest, but he cut her off, sticking his finger in front of her lips.

  “No, I’m serious. The girls are mine just as much as they’re yours. I’ve let you do everything because I didn’t know how to step in and help, but I’m sick of seeing you so tired and watching you run yourself into the ground. It’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to me. I can handle it. They kind of like me,” he winked. “Harley more than Justice, but that’s to be expected.”

  She laughed, groaning at the same time. “I want to prove to everyone I can do this. Everybody told me I couldn’t work and have the kids too.”

  “Then prove it to everybody else, but babe, I’m your husband. I’m your partner in life. Share in with me, and prove the fuckers wrong.”

  She was quiet as she thought about what he was saying – and he let her be. Charity always had to go through the important stuff in her head. When she’d been quiet for long enough, he shifted, jostling her.

  “So I’m thinking,” Drew spoke. “Maybe every year at the Chamber Christmas Party we get a hotel room? If it’s gonna be like this, I’m totally down for it.”

  She giggled against his throat, nodding enthusiastically. “It’ll always be our Christmas gift to each other. Time to ourselves, away from everyone else, working on our relationship.”

  He yawned, tightening his arms around her. “Sounds good to me.”

  Charity smiled against him. It sounded good to her too. “Maybe next time you won’t ruin my lingerie.”

  He gave her a smile kiss against her lips. “New rule. You wear only lingerie you want ripped off when we get this hotel room.”

  Seeing the twinkle in his eye was her favorite thing in the world. She could definitely get behind this Christmas gift.

  Part Nine

  Remy & Tatum

  Chapter Forty-Four