“Such a tease.” He chuckles lightly, pulling me into his lap so that I straddle him and he rocks his hips up into mine, his trapped cock grinding against my core sending all the delicious thoughts through my body once more. “I may not be perfect, but I’ll do my best, Sweetheart. I don’t want anything but you; everything else in life will be a bonus. But for you,” he pauses, pulling my right hand from his neck and placing it on his chest tattoo; the same one he told me says ‘Sacrifice all but Love’. “But for you, Ellie Mae, I’d give everything up if I can jus’ have you.”
That’s all the reassurance I need. We’ll work on it, day to day, and, hell, he knows I’m not perfect either; but what fun would that be? I squeeze my fingernails into his chest, brushing my nose along his as I kiss my way across his stubble filled cheek, his arm roaming my back and butt, pressing me into him. When he rocks his hips up again, I can’t take it anymore and let out a frustrated moan.
Looking into his eyes, I give him my best vixen smile. “Bobby, you already have me. To tell you the truth, you never really lost me. I was mad, yes, but all I wanted was us to find each other again. Now you’re here.” I kiss him lightly, teasingly, smiling again as he leans in to deepen it. But I pull back. “Now, show me how you want me,” I whisper, seeing the spark light in his eyes only a second before he lifts me up, wrapped around him.
He grips the back of my head and claims my lips, holding us together for what seems like forever and I’m gasping when he releases me. I have no time to gather my bearings as he swings me down from his body, pressing my chest into his messed bed. I feel him behind me, his prosthetic foot bumping into mine, telling me to widen my stance. His touch is never ending, his fingertips trailing over my back, buttocks, and thighs; turning inward and just brushing my folds, making me tremble in anticipation.
“Are you sure I have you, Sweetheart?” he asks and I can hear the want and slight chuckle in his tone. I turn my head to the side and nod, my speech being gone due to the need of him thundering through me and he laughs a little more. “You remember how I love this position, don’t you, Sweetheart?” His fingers are teasing me, drawing lazy patterns on my upturned ass and falling down to my folds, passingly rubbing my clit and making my legs shake.
It makes me think of all the nights we spent in Rhea and Chad’s spare room, trying to be quiet enough not to wake them but at the same time not caring. A light smack on my ass, the heat burning to my core and making me whimper, brings me back to right now and his question. “Yes,” I say on a gasp, pushing back toward him, feeling the head of his shaft bump my entrance. “Yes! Please!”
I don’t have to wait another second. As soon as the word please leaves my lips, Bobby has gripped onto my hips and driven into me, making me scream out in the mixture of pain and pure ecstasy from his size. He doesn’t stop, setting the pace of fast and hard and I’m turning my face into the thick comforter within moments, biting the material and muffling my scream of pleasure as my climax rolls over me; shaking me to the core. I feel myself contracting around him in aftershocks when he flips me over, my legs straight up with my ass against his hips and the backs of my legs running up his chest.
He slows only a bit, his smile being mischievous as I pant for breath and writhe under his attention. He kisses the arch of one foot, then the other, his thumb pressing into the sensitive skin making a hot jolt of lust run through me and I arch into him; the delicious pressure building once more at the simple touch. His arms are wrapped around my upper thighs, holding me tight to him as he picks up the pace, and I dig my nails into his forearms.
He grunts at the slight pain I know I’m causing him and a moment later his hand slaps my ass, making me scream out. God, does it feel good. “Again!” I scream, a blush filling my skin as he smacks the other cheek a little harder and I’m teetering on the edge already, wanting this moment to last longer. I feel the shake in his legs as he thrusts into me and I can’t hold my climax at bay any longer. I give into the sensations and let them control me; my head going back and my back arching, my voice faltering in a scream. His weight falls on top of me and I wrap my arms around him, holding his face to my chest as he thrusts hard and deep a few more times, my body milking him before he falls slack.
His breathing matches mine, hard and labored, as he lays on top of me, but I know he can’t be comfortable. With my arms wrapped around his shoulders, I urge him to slide up the bed with me and he shifts, capturing my lips and exploring my mouth as I do his. This man knows how to make love to me, my muscles being lax and almost useless when he releases me and I try to pull myself up to the pillows. He smacks my butt one more time before pulling me into his side, tucking us under the blankets and snuggling my head into his shoulder.
“I love you, Ellie Mae; my sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing my head and I smile into his chest. I kiss the tattoo and then his lips, not wanting to let go, but I love the grin on his face when I do.
“And I love you, Bobby; my…” I pause to think of something good and I laugh to myself when it comes to me. “My Jackass.” I scream out when he chuckles and tickles me. “Hey! Hey! You said it yourself. We are the sweetheart and the jackass, but that’s who we are. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I whisper as I settle back into his arms, the smile seemingly permanent on my lips right now and he laughs lightly at me, running his hand through my hair.
“Yeah, me either.” He grins and I sink into his kiss once more, falling victim to his touch and as the sun comes up we are finally falling to sleep.
***
Jingle Bells and Metallica wake me from my happy, dream laden sleep, and as I shift around in Bobby’s arms, he’s grumbling and flinging his arm at the night table. Rubbing my eyes and finally spotting my phone next to his, I snatch it off the walnut wood before he succeeds in knocking it to the floor. Straddling him, I see that it is Rhea calling me as Bobby’s hands roam from my hips and up my back.
“Rhea, what’s up?” I answer, clearing my throat of my sleepy state and hearing her giggle a little on the other end. Bobby’s hand trails over my stomach, bringing my nerves to life and chasing away what little sleep is left within me. I smile into his palm when it rubs over my cheek, and I turn and place a little kiss on it as Rhea starts to chat away in my ear.
“Are you two still comin’ to get a tree with us?” she says and I can faintly hear Chad in the background, then she giggles some more and I know that they are probably doing the same thing Bobby and I are right this second. My cousin and her husband can never keep their hands off one another.
I look down to this man that I love lying beneath me and see the desire in his eyes as they roam my naked front, the blush that runs over me is unstoppable and hot. Leaning down, with my lips just over his and backing away when he leans up for a kiss, I smile and ask, “Do you wanna go get a tree still?”
“Hell yes,” he answers, his hand shooting to the back of my head and bringing me in; his lips claiming mine as he holds me tight to his body. He releases me only to grab the phone from my hand and say, “Rhea, we’ll be over in a lil bit.” He waits only a second for an answer, nods to himself, then chucks my phone to the other side of the bed.
“Well, what if I wanted to say somethin’ to her?” I pout and in a blink I’m on my back with his weight pressing over me, warming me instantly with his hazel eyes rolling around my chest and face.
“She said to come over when we’re done.” He grins, the dimple in his left cheek coming out, making him look boyish. “So we’re not leavin’ till I’m done with you, Sweetheart.” The grin turns mischievous and my skin goose-bumps in anticipation. “So looks like the only thing you’ll be sayin’ is my name…over and over and over again.” I go to giggle but when his lips meet the spot behind my ear, all my breath is gone and I arch into him, digging my nails into his ribs as his hands roam over my breasts and stomach, sliding down between my legs.
His lips glide over my neck, along my jaw and finally up to hover over mine before I grasp his face
and pull him to me; unable to keep my lust in check for this man. His tongue dances with mine as his fingers find my entrance and I bite his lip, hearing a grunt in return as he pushes my legs up one at a time. He kisses his way down my body, taking his time in teasing me with placing light, lingering ones on the insides of my thighs before his tongue joins his fingers for only a moment then captures my clit, making my entire body tremble.
I run my fingers through his short hair as the sweet pressure builds, his movements slow and deliberate. His fingers move in and out, in and out, curving to find my G-spot as he sucks hard on my clit, sending me over the edge and screaming his name. He eases me through my aftershocks and as I look down my body at him, I see him taking his fingers from his mouth, smiling at me as he catches me watching. It’s something I’ve never caught a man doing, and it’s hot as hell.
I pull him to me, not wanting to wait any longer to have him inside me, and I wrap my legs around him. I don’t hold in the whimper as he thrusts inside me, being a little sore from our hours of love making last night, but I don’t care. I want him, no, I need him. He’s kissing me, claiming my mouth as if it’s the last ounce of oxygen he can breathe. His hands are in my hair, holding me still as his hips move against mine.
He releases me and his hand moves down to my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple sending the pleasurable pain rumbling through me and I arch into him again. His fingers move to dig into my hip, holding me tight to him as I feel my climax growing; my breath coming in pants and moans. He leans back in, taking my lips as he drives harder and faster.
I feel a slight tension run through his shoulders as I dig my nails in, rolling over the edge of my second climax with him not slowing down and not taking his kiss from mine. Falling apart in Bobby’s arms is the greatest feeling in the world and just when I think I can’t take anymore, that my body is going numb from the pleasure, he grabs my other hip and thrusts one more time; holding me to him as he finishes.
We are both covered in a thin layer of sweat as he collapses half on top of me, his chest heaving up and down matching mine as I wrap my arms around him. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just turns his face to me and stares at me; his eyes seemingly memorizing every feature about my face and hair, making me nervous and I can’t stop the blush.
“I love you, Sweetheart.” He grins, his fingers rubbing my cheek and coaxing me toward him. “I love you with every god damn inch of my body.”
“I love you, too, Bobby.” I smile into our kiss, shifting to snuggle into his arms. “I was lost without you. But now that you’re back, I don’t want this to end.”
“It won’t ever end, Sweetheart,” he assures me, kissing my hair and sliding out of bed. As he puts on his suspension sleeve and black metal prosthetic, he stands and I notice another new tattoo adorning his right calf muscle. It’s dark green, Army style stencil words that say, “ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE” with a black arrow underneath pointing to his left. That’s Bobby for you, making his situation humorous.
“This is our fresh beginning,” he says, bringing my attention up his naked body as he turns and staring into the eyes that I love so much. His smile makes my heart want to beat out of my chest and fall onto the floor at his feet as he looks down at me, his hands on his hips. “And we’re gonna start it right by gettin’ a Christmas tree and decorating this house for our first Christmas.”
He winks, motioning for me to get up and I crawl over to the edge of the bed, getting up on my knees and resting my chin on his crazy muscular chest; not missing the opportunity to rake my nails over his abs as he twitches. “A real tree?” I ask and it comes out as a beg, but he knows how much I love this time of year.
“Yes, you can pick out whatever one at the lot you want.” He brings me up into a kiss, lifting me from the bed and placing my feet on the carpet. “And decorations, too. Whatever my sweetheart wants. I want you to make this house a home.” His words strike much deeper than I think he knows and I bite my bottom lip trying to keep the tears now welling in my eyes at bay. He wants me to make this house a home for us? He turns from his dresser just as I try and wipe a tear away and he strides back over to me, wrapping me in his warm embrace. “Don’t cry, my sweetheart. This is our home and I want you to make it comfortable for you.”
“Our home?” I ask, burying my face in his chest and letting the happy tears slide down my cheeks.
“Yes,” he says on a laugh, his fingers under my chin and tilting my face up to look at him. His thumb clears my cheeks of moisture and he leans in for a sweet kiss, his lips hovering as he says, “This is our home. I want you in it every single day for the rest of my days, even when I get old and cranky.”
The giggle that comes out is edged with my sniffling and I get up on my tiptoes and kiss him for all I’m worth, leaving him only when I’m gasping for breath. “When you get old and cranky I’ll just kick your butt.” He chuckles into my hair, hugging me tight and laughing with me.
“It’s a deal, Sweetheart.” He releases me, swatting my butt and telling me to get dressed warmly from a bag he had Rhea bring over the other day, and I mention that he is a sneaky little bastard. The entire time I’m getting dressed, however, I can’t keep the smile from my face. A smile that is long overdue.
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Bobby
Listening to her singing along with the country Christmas carols on the radio is filling me with a new kind of happiness. She’s sitting in the passenger seat of my truck, bundled up in a red winter jacket complete with a hat and scarf due to the chilly, snowy day, and I can’t stop smiling as we follow behind Chad and Reno’s vehicles. God, I love her.
She catches me looking at her and a smile lights up her face. “Is my singing really bad?” she blushes a bit and I can’t help but chuckle, shaking my head at her.
“No, Sweetheart; it’s perfect.” She scoffs at me, waving my hand off as I reach out and tug on her scarf. I snatch her hand and bring the back of it to my lips, kissing it as I see her smile again from the corner of my eye. “Sing all you want.” She giggles at me, shaking her head and I weave my fingers into hers, grasping her hand tight over the seat as we twist and turn on the back roads of Wakefield heading to pick out our tree.
Pulling in the rural tree lot that is a nursery in the spring and summer, I see that we’re not the only ones waiting until the last second to pick out trees and wreaths as the parking lot is humming with trucks and Jeeps; families dragging their prized cuts to be tied up and kids running around tossing snowballs. As Ellie gets out, my boots meet the snow and I don’t wait, slamming the door shut and bending to make a snowball, standing it and tossing it at her back. It nails her right between the shoulder blades and she stops in her path heading for Chad’s truck and our friends. She turns, giving me an evil lined mischievous look and I just wink at her, laughing as she rolls her eyes and waves for me to catch up to her. Throwing my arm over her shoulders, I huff out a breath as she elbows me in the ribs.
“Hey, hey, you two,” Rhea chimes in, but I don’t miss the smile on her lips as she turns to get her son out of the back, “no need to start that shit right now. Let’s wait till we at least find a tree before we start tossin’ snowballs.”
Not two seconds after the words leave her mouth a chunk of snow and ice meets my left cheek, stunning me in the chill of it, and I shake my head, looking for the culprit. I don’t have to look far as there is a wide, shit eating grin on Chad’s face. Oh yeah, it’s on.
“For Christ sake, Chadwick,” Rhea scolds and she smacks her husband in the chest as their son laughs in their arms, reaching out for his father.
“Don’t you guys ever grow up?” Ellie says under her breath and I tug her closer into my side, tossing the snowball I have in my hands to the ground and following the others path as Reno and Rosa join Rhea and Chad, taking Charlie and placing him down into the plastic sled that Reno is pulling behind him with Marisol. I kiss her head and hearing her light sigh makes my heart sing.
“Nope! I do
n’t think we’ll ever really grow up,” is my reply and all the women laugh, Chad and Reno agreeing with nods. “But what fun would it be if we did?” I whisper to my girl and pinch her blue jean clad ass, loving the squeal that comes over her perfect lips. Everyone pauses and turns our way for a second and Ellie blushes, heating my blood like she always does as she sinks her head into my shoulder and we continue our trek into the tree lot.
“What kind of tree do ya want?” she asks after we’ve looked at a couple, but nothing I’ve seen yet is perfect enough. I’m following behind her, mumbling an answer and looking off to my left as Chad and Reno start to argue friendly about a tree a couple of yards away when I run right into the back of Ellie, almost knocking us both down.
She’s laughing lightly as I try to steady us with my hands on her shoulders and she looks over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out at me as she straightens the hat on her head. Whoops, I think as I wrap my arms around her from behind, kissing her cheek and just absorbing this moment right now. She’s mine, in my arms, and we’ve settled to start over. I hug her to my front, not wanting to let go of this little slice of heaven as the snow falls around us.
“So what do you think?” she whispers into my ear, kissing my neck and then up on her tiptoes to bite my earlobe. Little minx. I would take her right now here in the snow if there weren’t about five families looking for their own trees within earshot. I trap her to my chest and start assaulting her neck and cheek with sloppy kisses, her laugh making my heart race even more, sending the blood right to my groin.
“I think we should go back to the house so I can decorate the living room with your clothes,” I growl in her ear and she giggles some more, her hand on my cheek stopping my assault so that I look in her blue-green eyes for only a second, seeing the happy, loving Ellie that I missed so much when I was gone. A bright smile lights up her face before she pulls me into a kiss, her lips gliding over mine as if they were made for me. It only takes a slight swipe of my tongue and she melts into me, sinking into my arms as hers encircle my neck, lifting herself up onto her tiptoes.
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