Dreams: A Curvy Girl Holiday Romance Collection

by J. S. Scott

  My back arched off the mattress, my entire body winding tight.

  “Jackson, I need you,” I whined, my mind drifting away until all I could think about was my need to climax. “More. Please.”

  I lifted my hips, desperate for him to be deeper, for his touch to be harder.

  I speared my hands into his hair, and fisted the coarse locks, trying to get his mouth tighter against me.

  In my wildest wet dreams, I’d never imagined I could respond this desperately to any guy.

  But it’s Jackson.

  And the man could play my body like a violin.

  He kept stoking the fire with his mouth and tongue, and fucking me with his fingers until I felt my whole being vibrating with urgency.

  He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

  Jackson wanted me to need him until I completely lost control.

  “I-can’t-take-anymore. It’s-too-much,” I said with a greedy moan.

  His mouth and teeth finally clamped on to the tiny bundle of nerves that were begging for stimulation.

  “Yes, Jackson. Yes,” I screamed with abandon, my hands white-knuckled in his hair.

  My climax tore through me relentlessly, savagely, a sublime pleasure that was almost painful.

  I had no choice but to just ride the waves of ecstasy, and I came down from that high slowly as Jackson kept licking up my juices like he needed them for sustenance.

  I took large gulps of air as I tried to recover the breath that he’d sucked out of me.

  I yanked at his hair to pull his head from between my thighs. “Fuck me, Jackson.”

  The need to be intimately joined with him was driving me insane, even though I’d already climaxed.

  I watched him as he rolled off the bed and grasped the buttons on his jeans.

  It was no use trying not to salivate as I watched him get naked.

  Rolling to my side, I propped my head on my hand to unashamedly gawk at him.

  He was so beautiful.

  So damn perfect.

  And this big, beautiful man was all mine.

  Muscles rippled under silken skin as he shucked his jeans and his boxer briefs, his eyes never leaving me as he undressed. Not until he finally pulled the T-shirt he was wearing over his head, leaving him completely naked.

  His bulky body moved effortlessly. He might be a very big man, but he had the grace of an athlete.

  My breath caught as he stood up straight in front of me, his eyes boring into mine.

  I’d gotten an eyeful before his intense stare had caught mine. His cock was so hard, so big, that it was almost frightening. “You’re huge,” I murmured.

  He shot me a wicked, wicked smile. “No worries. We’ll fit, sweetheart.”

  I opened my arms to him, and he lowered himself on top of me.

  I buried my face in the side of his neck, luxuriating in the feel of his skin against mine.

  This is what I’d always been missing; the sense that our bodies were made to be against each other’s.

  “I want to touch you everywhere, Jackson,” I murmured against his skin, my hands running up and down his naked back.

  “Not this time, baby,” he said huskily. “I’d never live through it.”

  I smiled against his neck. Jackson made me feel like some kind of temptress, and I reveled in it.

  I put my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer. “I need you.”

  His hard cock nudged against my slick opening. “You have me. You’ll always have me, Hayden. Fuck, I can’t believe this is really going to happen this time.”

  I gasped as he buried himself to his balls deep inside me, and then froze.

  I knew he was giving me time to adjust to the sheer size of him.

  The fullness I felt took my breath away, but it wasn’t painful.

  “You’re tight,” he said in a raspy tone.

  “I’ve never had somebody as big as you are,” I gasped.

  I wanted to tell him how amazing he felt inside me, but I couldn’t even find the words to explain.

  “I can’t believe this is really happening, either,” I gasped. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

  “Because we’ve had ten damn years of foreplay,” he ground out, his body remaining still. “Are you okay?”

  I let go, trusting my instincts to guide me. “I’m okay,” I told him. “Better than okay.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, and then wrapped and tightened my legs around his powerful body.

  He pulled back, and surged into me again. “Jesus, Hayden!” he growled.

  I released a strangled moan, and lifted my hips.

  My body craved him so badly that I knew I was never going to get enough of him.

  “Fuck. Me,” I told him tersely.

  I needed this.

  I needed him.

  And my body was wound up so tightly that I couldn’t stand the pressure.

  He started to move, slowly at first, grinding himself against my core with every thrust.

  I moved with him, every meeting of our bodies frantic as he started pummeling harder and harder, each deep thrust pushing me higher into an enraged, crazy sort of passion that I craved.

  “I’ll worship you until the day I die, Hayden. I swear to God I will,” he said in a raw, raspy voice. He put a hand beneath my ass, and started to hammer into me in a rhythm that should have been impossible.

  “I’m yours, Jackson,” I said, my body insistent.

  The words were pulled from some primal place deep inside me.

  His tongue stroked over the sensitive skin beneath my ear, and it felt like licks of fire that were going to burn me alive.

  “You’re mine, beautiful. Finally. Fucking. Mine.” His deep baritone sent tremors through my entire being.

  “I love you, Jackson,” I choked out as I felt my climax hurdling toward me.

  His mouth covered mine like he wanted to absorb those words inside him, and my orgasm took control.

  I couldn’t speak.

  I couldn’t do anything except hold onto him as I shuddered violently, my fingernails digging into his back.

  His desperate embrace reached clear to my soul.

  When he lifted his head again, he let out a sound between a roar and a tormented groan as my spasming channel milked him to his own heated release.

  We strained together as our bodies, tormented by years of frustrated desire, finally found release.

  He rolled, pulling me on top of him protectively as we both tried to catch our breath.

  My heart was beating so fast that it was almost fluttering. I stayed where I was, too spent to even think.

  It was several minutes before I finally said, “Is that the way it’s supposed to be? If it is, then I’ve been missing out on an awful lot.”

  He nodded as he grinned up at me, looking happier than I’d ever seen him.

  I rolled off him and cuddled up to his side.

  He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair. “Any regrets?”

  My heart clenched. I could actually feel his vulnerability. He was nervous because he wasn’t entirely convinced that I wasn’t going to reject him.

  I didn’t like that at all.

  Not one bit.

  “None,” I said with a sigh. “You’re the best gift I’ve ever been given, Jackson.”

  He kissed the top of my head adoringly. “And you’re mine,” he answered huskily.

  I stretched against him like a cat, rubbing our skin together. I couldn’t get enough of his glorious, enormous body against mine.

  “I am yours,” I said in a satisfied voice.

  “I’ll make sure you never regret this, Hayden,” he said huskily.

  I lifted my gaze until we locked eyes. “I never will, Jackson. How could I? You’re my Christmas dream. We were always meant to be together like this.”

  “Damn glad you think so,” he grumbled right before his lips touched mine for a tender kiss that made my heart soar.
r />   I was exhausted, emotionally and physically, and I didn’t argue when Jackson lifted me up, and positioned both of us under the covers. I squirmed a little until I got comfortable with my head on his chest.

  His arms tightened around my body protectively as I started to fall asleep, safe in the place I was always meant to be.

  “Thank you, Santa,” I whispered as sleep took me away.

  Maybe I was hallucinating because I was so wiped out, but I could have sworn I heard a merry ho-ho-ho, in the voice of the man I’d met dressed up as Santa Clause, right before I sank into a deep sleep.

  The thing I heard was Santa’s voice.

  Merry Christmas, Hayden.

  And so it was.

  The best Christmas—ever.

  Epilogue

  Hayden

  New Year’s Day…

  It had been a wonderful holiday season for me. So good that I hated to see it end.

  We’d spent several days with Jackson’s parents over Christmas, and I’d been relieved to find out how happy they were that Jackson had finally found a woman who he could trust.

  His mother had welcomed me with open arms, and I’d gotten a big bear hug from Jackson’s father.

  It was during those days with Jackson’s parents that I realized what it was like to be part of a family. Being among people who accepted me unconditionally had been like a soothing balm to my heart.

  We’d spent New Year’s Eve with Amy, and a party of friends, in Houston.

  Nearly everyone at the festivities had recognized Jackson.

  I’d gotten a kick out of how cocky he could be about his football skills. But he deserved that right because of his outstanding, long career. He’d responded to that recognition with a public persona I’d never seen from Jackson before. The man could be incredibly charming and gracious when football fans surrounded him, and Jackson had taken it all in stride.

  Incredibly, even my sister, Amy, had been completely won over. I hadn’t expected that to happen since she was sworn off men completely.

  But she’d been happy for me.

  Sadly, I’d never be able to tell her everything about Jackson. But then, she probably would never have believed me anyway. It was enough that she liked him. Honestly, the fact that he was psychic didn’t really matter.

  His mental gift wasn’t hard for me to believe anymore. It was part of who he was, and I adored almost everything about him. And I was grateful for it because his special gift had drawn me to him.

  I let go of a long sigh as I watched the sunset from the front deck of my Galveston beach house.

  Jackson and I had slipped away to get one more night in the magical place where we’d met only a short time ago.

  Tomorrow, he planned on helping me take down the tree, but I was holding onto the magic of Christmas for one more night.

  “What are you doing out here?” Jackson growled into my ear as his arms slipped around me. “It’s cold.”

  I relished the feel of his hard, solid body behind me, and his arms tightening around my waist.

  January had come to Galveston Island with a vengeance, and it was a lot cooler than it had been over Christmas week.

  I was wearing a heavy Christmas sweater with my jeans, so the cooler temperature was pretty tolerable on the deck, but I wasn’t going to argue if he wanted to cradle me against him.

  “I just wanted to watch the sunset,” I told him softly. “I’m going to miss being here.”

  The beach house I’d once neglected had taken on a whole new meaning. It was the place where I’d found Jackson.

  “We can come back here as often as you want. It’s not exactly far from Houston,” Jackson told me.

  I smiled as I turned in his arms, and put mine around his neck. “Is there ever going to be a time when you aren’t trying to make me happy?” I teased.

  Really, there was nothing I loved about Jackson more than his desire to see me smile.

  And the feeling was mutual. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure he never doubted himself again, or saw himself as different.

  Never again did I want to see this beautiful man doubt himself like he had when he’d left my house, unsure how to act once he’d shared his secret.

  “Never,” he rasped into my ear. “I never want to see you upset or sad again, sweetheart.”

  I snorted. I had no doubt that Jackson and I would have disagreements occasionally. He was too damn stubborn for that not to happen. And the fact that I was learning to put my foot down when it was important to me would only make us butt heads more often. But I was hoping that it would be a while until we had to experience true sorrow. We’d both had enough of that.

  I stroked the hair at the back of his neck, reveling in the feel of the coarse strands. “I was thinking that we should introduce Levi to my sister, Amy,” I mused.

  “Oh, hell no,” Jackson replied adamantly. “She’s way too good for my brother. Levi’s only obsession is work.”

  “You love him,” I cajoled. “You know you do.”

  “Maybe I do,” he admitted reluctantly. “But he can be a pain in the ass. Levi sees dollar signs instead of people. I don’t think he’s ever really had a regular girlfriend. Amy deserves someone special. Although I do think they’ll eventually meet.”

  My heart squeezed because Jackson was being so protective of my sister. “Why do you say that?”

  I watched as he stepped back, and pulled a small box from his pocket. “Because I’m hoping you’ll marry me, and they’ll meet at our wedding.”

  I gasped as he popped the lid of the velvet box. The enormous solitaire diamond set in white gold winked at me in the fading light.

  “Marry me, beautiful,” he said huskily.

  I wasn’t quite sure if it was a statement or a question.

  “But I already agreed to live with you,” I protested weakly.

  We’d already decided that we didn’t want to be apart. We’d waited ten long years to be together. So I was moving into his penthouse, and giving up my apartment.

  “I want to spend every Christmas with you, and every single day in between, Hayden. I want you to marry me for no other reason except the fact that I love you so damn much, and I want that commitment.”

  My heart soared. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  I wanted that commitment, too.

  Tears formed in my eyes as I watched him put the beautiful ring on my finger. When he was done, his eyes bored into me with a need that made my heart melt. “I love the way you look at me,” I murmured.

  He grinned. “I look at you that way because I still can’t believe that you’re real, Hayden. And I love the way you look at me, too. You don’t see me like I’m odd because I sometimes see things before they happen.”

  I shook my head. “I never will. I can’t stop staring at you because you’re so incredibly hot, and I can’t believe we’re together now, either.”

  He gazed at me with hunger in his eyes, like he didn’t see a single one of my flaws.

  I threw myself into his arms. “I love you,” I said in a jubilant voice as I hugged him tight. “I guess I just didn’t expect you to ask me to marry you.”

  “You should have,” he answered in a rough tone. “We’ve certainly been trying hard enough to get you pregnant.”

  My heart skittered at the thought of having children with Jackson. “I’m still on birth control,” I informed him.

  “Then we’ll talk about kids when you’re ready,” he said gently. “If you’re ever ready.”

  He’s worried. I sense it.

  Jackson and I had a connection I couldn’t really explain. Sometimes I could feel his emotions, and I was pretty sure that he picked up on mine, too.

  “I do want children,” I said. “And I hope they’re all as gorgeous as you.”

  “What if they end up with a psychic ability like mine?” he asked in a graveled tone.

  “Then they’ll have a father who can help them deal with their gift, Jackson. I don’t care if
our child or children end up having precognition.”

  I felt the tension ease from his powerful muscles. “You’re crazy,” he said against the skin of my neck.

  “I’m crazy about you,” I quipped. “And I’d have no problem if we keep practicing getting pregnant until we’re ready to have kids. Now might be a good time.”

  I already knew Jackson was insatiable, and I wasn’t exactly complaining.

  Every time we were together, the experience was different. It could be fierce, tender, loving, raw, or just plain down and dirty because we wanted to be together so badly that we tore each other’s clothes off just to feel the naked meeting of our skin.

  One thing I could always count on to be the same was that the love we had for each other would always be there. And that I’d never feel like I was lacking in any way again. Jackson made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world, and his opinion was really the only one that mattered.

  “I thought you’d be sore since I’ve been all over you for days. I was planning on giving you a break,” Jackson said tersely, like it was killing him not to be inside me.

  I shuddered in his arms. Would I ever get used to the way that Jackson wanted me, the way that he loved me?

  God, I hope not.

  “I’m not sore,” I said, and then bit his earlobe playfully.

  “Woman, you know I’m not going to say no if you don’t,” he said in a low, dangerous tone.

  “I’m counting on that,” I teased.

  I didn’t need a break. The only thing I needed was him.

  He lowered his head, and kissed me until I was dizzy.

  I squealed as he lifted me up into his arms.

  I was breathless with laughter as he bodily hauled me into the house.

  When we passed the Christmas tree, I felt a little sad that we were going to be taking it down.

  Christmas and the holidays were over.

  But the magic hadn’t faded between Jackson and me. It had actually just begun.

  Once, I’d had a Christmas dream, a beautiful image of what it would be like to find the man I loved.

  But nothing—and I do mean nothing—had prepared me for being with a man like Jackson in real life.

  I shrieked with laughter when Jackson dropped me on the bed, and proceeded to only half teasingly come after me like he was stalking me.