One Christmas: (BBW Military Romance) (One Soldier Series Book 3)

by Christin Lovell

  Closing my hands over her large hips, I hefted her in rhythm with my upward strokes. My muscles began to tighten as pressure built in my groin. My balls drew up, squeezing painfully snug as I pushed into her over and over.

  One hand gripped the sofa behind me, her other closed over the back of my neck, giving her leverage as she kissed me, hard and heavy.

  Our breaths grew shallow, our moves turned frantic. Her curves bounced atop me as we each fought for our own release.

  Abruptly, she released my neck, her hand flying down between us.

  Shit. I loved watching her take her pleasure into her own hands. There was nothing sexier on a woman.

  I watched, in a trance, as she expertly circled her clit, never loosing her pace. She buried her face between my neck and shoulder, her cries breathy and hot. Her mewls drove me, made me want to give her more. I wanted her screaming uncontrollably.

  Grabbing her ass, I pulled her forward more, allowing me more space to move. I doubled my efforts, pounding into her with no regard to force.

  She cried out, arching back. Her head angled back as she continued to work her nub, as she continued to ride me hard and fast.

  Damn, she was beautiful. A flush stole over her. Her limbs compressed around mine; her features tensed and her teeth pressed into her lip as she whimpered.

  With her close, I was free to let go. I hugged her to me, pressing my lips to her neck as I plunged in and out of her slick pussy. Her heat swallowed my cock; her walls applied just enough pressure on each stroke. Every time the tip of my prick kissed her cervix, pleasure tingled straight down my member to my balls.

  My muscles further tautened. My moves became more jagged and less graceful as I pounded into her. I desperately sought pleasure in her. I plunged in and out of her, over and over again, on a mission for bliss.

  Shit. My groin seemed to knot around itself, as she cried out, her pussy pulsating around my cock, sending fresh sensations pulsing through it. Rhythmically, her pussy sucked my cock in deeper, took me to the edge.

  One, two, three strained shoves later, pleasure exploded through me, shaking me to the core. Heat coursed my body as my hot seed shot out, marking her womb. All of me vibrated beneath the intensity of it. A long groan was lost, smothered by her silky flesh as I closed around her, crushed her into me. Tingles drifted over every pore as smaller waves of pleasure crashed through me, extending my bliss.

  My release was always powerful with Jane. It was always more with her.

  There was something about the woman. She did it for me.

  Damn did she do it for me, abundant curves and all.

  Loosening my grip on her, I sat back, giving us both room to catch our breath.

  Her eyes were glossy and sweet as she looked at me, a small smile curling her still-swollen lips. “Merry Christmas, Soldier.”

  My chest constricted. There were tiny moments when she took my breath away. She has no idea how amazing she was. “Know what would make this a merry Christmas for me?”

  She pursed her lips, considering me. “What?”

  “You saying ‘yes’.”

  She swallowed hard, her expression tightening. “To what?”

  Nope. Not yet. Looked like I had a bit more work to do before she would be ready to commit on that level. “Say yes, you’re ready to get dressed and go get one of those breakfast sandwiches and a cookie from Starbucks.”

  Visibly relaxing, she grinned. “Let me go get ready. I promise not to take too long.” She pressed a kiss to my lips before she stood. “Don’t even think about making me wait, mister. You get your tuckus up and get ready too.” She sauntered off, her sweet curves swaying.

  My cock roused again at the sight. Shit. He never recovered that fast.

  Only with her.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Jane

  As the only coffee place open on Christmas, Starbucks was a mad house. Dressed in dark wash skinny jeans, brown leather boots that hugged my calves, a thick, cream-colored turtle neck sweater, and an equally thick, oversized, teal, alpaca infinity scarf, I was overdressed for the warmth inside the popular coffeehouse. I’d pulled my hair up into a high bun, but that offered little relief. Simple diamond stud earrings and my glasses rounded out my attire.

  Brad had said my glasses with this outfit made me look like a chic geek, and he liked it. A lot.

  I’d planned to order contacts again, but not after he expressed how much he liked the spectacles.

  I liked the way he dressed a lot. No matter what he wore, he looked good. Athletic shorts hung on his hips at just the right location on his lower hip to tease me. The khakis and polo shirt he’d worn to meet my dad last night had him cleaning up nicely. His uniform was a lure all its own. And the dark jeans, blue Polo sweater and black shoes he donned at the moment were no exception.

  “Want to take it to-go?” He stood protectively behind me, his arms secured around my waist unabashedly.

  We’d agreed to no Christmas presents, a first for me. There was something oddly freeing about the lack of pressure, though. It also cleared all of five minutes out of our holiday schedule.

  “We could go back to the house, curl up on the couch and watch classic holiday movies…before doing other stuff.” I bit back a smile.

  He growled, low and playful. “I like the way you think. We can have leftovers for dinner and I can have you for dessert.”

  My smile broke through. “I like the way you think.” I ground my back into his front.

  His snarl sent a shudder tumbling down my spine. “You are definitely going to pay for that one, babe.” He pressed his erection into the crease of my rear asset.

  I would never cease to be amazed by the reaction he had to me and my excess. No other man responded to my curves the way Brad did. If I just looked at him, he was ready to go.

  And I was giddy as a schoolgirl over it.

  Yes. You could be giddy as a schoolgirl at forty-two. Apparently, all it took was the right man, and I was fairly certain I’d found him.

  Stepping up to the counter, Brad ordered a breakfast sandwich, a baked treat, and a large, hot caramel brulée latte for each of us; he did so with his hard on carefully concealed behind my curves.

  As soon as we got our order, he escorted me back out to the car, him carrying everything but my drink. He opened the passenger door for me and helped me settle in before walking around to the driver’s side. Dropping into the seat, he closed the door and put the key in the ignition, starting the car and switching the heat to high.

  But he didn’t start driving.

  Placing his drink in the cup holder beside mine, he reached back and placed the bag of food on the floor in the back. Looking forward, he appeared pensive. He stared through the window of the busy establishment.

  I didn’t dare interrupt his thoughts; whatever he was thinking about was deep. I was alone in the car. He was there, but his head wasn’t.

  Fear knotted in my stomach. I didn’t know what the signs were, but I hoped this wasn’t the beginning of PTSD. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially him.

  Expelling a breath, I let it go. I didn’t know what lied ahead, but I was done barricading him out, I was done running from every nasty, negative thing I encountered. At forty-two, I was past the age of putting on my big girl panties. They were already on, and it was time I started acting like it.

  I jumped as he grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers. My attention was pulled to him.

  He watched me, searching me, for what I didn’t know. His features were intense, but his eyes held only adoration. “I know you’re not ready, and I know you’re hesitant after Jeff, but I fully intend to marry you one day, Jane. I won’t push you; I already learned my lesson there. Just, when you’re ready, you let me know, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

  My heart leapt in my chest, warming at his words. Those were the last words I’d expected to hear in this moment, yet the most welcome of them all.

  “I don’t ever want you to be
confused about where we stand. You’re mine. I want you to be mine, and I will always want you to be mine.” His eyes were molten. “I’m not him, and I will never be him. Okay?”

  With a nod, I agreed. “Okay.” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

  It felt like I was in a trance. Most women dreamed of hearing it this way, but few ever did. It must have been the military part of him to address things head on, to directly communicate so no member of the team got lost.

  He hesitated for one moment, like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t. He squeezed my hand before he released it to put the vehicle in gear and back out.

  There were so many sides to a person. That was one of the most beautiful and most horrifying parts of marriage. You could never know all of someone, and, with time, they continued to change and evolve. The best you could hope was that you changed and evolved with them, in pace with them. You had to pray neither of you left the other behind in progression. It was imperative that you always remained on the same page, synchronized by your daily communication, and tethered tighter by your love for one another.

  And, what I learned about Brad over the years was that he only said what he meant, and he meant everything he said. He didn’t play immature games. He never left me wandering, dangling with insecurities. He assured me around every turn, when he was away for a year, fulfilling his contract with the Army, and even when I met him at the end of the aisle a year and a half later.

  He was there for Haylee. They developed a better relationship than I could have hoped for, all out of a mutual goal: my happiness. When her first college boyfriend dumped her, Brad bought three pints of Ben & Jerry’s and indulged with us in griping about men during a horror movie marathon. That move right there tipped the scales and took their relationship to the next level. We were his girls and he would always take care of us, he said.

  And he did. He took care of us, Eli, the adorable little boy we adopted through the state two years after we were married, and his sister, Abigail, the precious girl who had Brad and his dad wrapped around her little fingers within a day of being with us.

  We were a unique family, far from cookie cutter, particularly since Eli and Abbi were of a different heritage, but our eclectic family was full of love, laughter and happy memories. I went to bed every night with a smile on my face, and woke up every morning to a full pot of coffee.

  Brad was truly an amazing man, and a good soldier while he served, and, together, we had a wonderful life. Because, when you find the right man, no matter his age, life with him will be nothing but wonderful.

  Dear Jane

  The sun has nothing on your warmth and grace, dear Jane;

  It is but a frigid star next to you; it lacks your embrace.

  You are pretty as a flower in bloom, and delicate as an orchid;

  I lose hours to your beauty, get swept into your intrepid.

  You made me brave, turned me into a determined fool;

  Because I am also weak, distracted and utterly taken by you.

  As a tree grows stronger with time, with age, so do you, dear Jane;

  Your confidence had blossomed, and you have begun to live, to engage.

  You are curvy, round and mesmerizing, like the moon;

  Your succulence has me spineless, in a permanent swoon.

  You made me rise up and prove myself, kept me going when I would have failed;

  Beside you, I have it all, a boat, a flag and a sail.

  You amaze me, my dear Jane;

  You keep me wanting and panting.

  And as the years pass, my feelings won’t change.

  For it’s you, and will always be you, dear Jane;

  You own my heart, my soul and my ring.

  And because of you, my beautiful girl, I want for nothing.

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  The End

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  And now, please enjoy this sneak peek of another holiday delight, Her Xmas Present.

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  Her Xmas Present

  It’s been nearly a year since plus size Libby has seen her best friend, Tyler. One look at him though and all of her old, more-than-friendly feelings return. But a good-looking guy like him couldn’t find her attractive… Could he?

  Ty has been away from the woman of his dreams for nearly a year, and every day has been torture. He’s decided that he’s ready to take the leap. He had to know. Could Libby love him as more or would all their years of friendship be too much to risk?

  Warning: This book contains hot chocolate, marshmallows, a sexy lawyer and a lot of naughty.

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  Her Xmas Present

  Chapter One

  Olivia

  “Hey, city slicker.” I wrapped my arms tightly around Ty, instantly feeling the warmth of his hard body against me. I fought the desire building in all my intimate places, trying instead to stay focused on welcoming home my best friend two days before Christmas.

  “Damn, I’ve missed you.” He eagerly returned my embrace, lifting my feet off the floor.

  “Stop before you throw your back out!” I swatted at his arms.

  He laughed, kissing my cheek as he planted my feet back on the welcome mat. He pulled back, his brown eyes piercing my own. “I’ve missed you, Olivia.” His voice was solemn, endearingly sincere.

  “Not more than I’ve missed you.” I gave him a shy smile, unsure of where the awkwardness was coming from.

  This was Tyler Russell: my best friend since kindergarten; the boy who beat up kids for picking on me about my chub, the boy who scouted for lizards, frogs and worms over an entire summer once, the boy who dared me to do more things than I ever would have done on my own.

  Of course, he wasn’t a boy anymore. He’d grown into a sexy-as-sin man that I wanted to do all sorts of naughty things to. He stood just over six feet tall, a fine hunk of solid, lean muscle; his short, dark brown hair was spiked upwards, styled to perfection like always. His clothes were a far cry from my frumpy attire, drawing attention to his delicious frame before your eyes moved up to his beautiful, perfectly balanced features. His nose was well-defined, and he had a strong, sharp jaw; yet, there was a certain softness to his features that always gave him a youthful appearance; although, his brown eyes and pouty lips erased any illusion of innocence. He fed every woman between the lines with his signature smirk or the devilish sparkles in his eyes. The boastful lines he fed every woman were punctuated by his signature smirk and the devilish radiance in his eyes.

  Unfortunately, I was never one of those women that he flirted with wholeheartedly. He looked at me more like his sister, rather than a potential girlfriend; that was, if he could even get past my excess stuffing. He usually dated thinner women; women who were cute and petite. I was the complete opposite of petite, wearing a size twenty-two, and far from cute, with almost thirty candles on my birthday cake.

  A breeze rustled between us in the doorway, sending a chill through me. I shivered, taking a quick step back. Despite the two layers of socks protecting my toes and the oversized, flannel pajama pants and thick hoodie covering my plus size body, I was still cold. I’d always been that way though. I would hate to see how cold I’d get without my extra layer of fat that doubled as added insulation.

  He stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him. Black jeans elongated his athletic figure. A black sweater under a grey wool jacket with a red scarf gave him the appearance of an Abercrombie & Fitch model. Tyler had always been a pretty boy. If I didn’t know and love him, I’d be intimidated to talk to him; he was that beautiful to me. I never stopped wanting him throughout these last ten years.

  My heart definitely suffered when he moved to the city a year ago, because when he went a few towns over to finish his law degree, he returned every weekend…but not this time. Now, the city was several hours away instead of just one, and my life hadn’t been the same without him. I knew he didn’t love me the same way I loved him, and I didn’t want to risk our friendship by revealing my true feelings; twenty-fou
r years was too long to throw away. Yet, knowing this didn’t lighten the weight I felt on my chest each time I talked to him.

  His gaze swept over me. “You look good, Lib.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

  “Stop.” I rolled my eyes and headed for the kitchen to make some hot chocolate.

  “Your parents’ house is just how I remember it.” He took off his scarf and jacket, tossing them over the back of the couch before following me.

  “Did you expect everything to change while you were away?”

  He watched me for a minute as I stirred the milk and cream on the stove. “I hope not.” There was something in his voice, something wistful yet broken that stopped me in my tracks.

  I set the wooden spoon down and faced him; unable to bite my tongue any longer. My heart broke as the distance that used to physically be between us seemed to have carried and transplanted itself in my house. We were together, but it didn’t feel like old times.

  “What’s wrong, Ty? You’re not yourself right now.”

  Chapter Two

  Tyler

  Shit. I was hoping she wouldn’t notice. Damn. I should have known she would. Libby knew me better than anyone else; better than my own family.

  My time away from her only showed me just how much I loved her, and not in a best friend sort of way. Somehow, over the years, my love for her had turned intimate. My dreams went from a laughing Libby throwing mud balls at me to a sexy, sensual Libby doing an erotic strip tease for me.

  Seeing her now made the visual flash vividly in the forefront of my mind.

  Her ample curves had always been a draw for men since we’d been out of high school. Because men, not boys, know how to handle a real woman’s body; and damn, did I want to handle hers!

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  End Teaser

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  And now, please enjoy this sneak peek of another holiday delight, Merry Christmas To Me.