by L. S. Scott
“Hang up. Now!”
“I have to go Jake. I love,” before I could finish, Jaron reached across me, grabbed the cell and snapped it shut and tossed it on the table with a thud.
“You know, I wasn’t crazy about your brother before, but I could respect him being protective of his sister. But the next time I see him, I’m gonna beat his ass,” Jaron snarled, disgust all over his face.
“Jaron, he didn’t,” he cut me off.
“Don’t defend him. You know how much bull shit Janna dealt with, people saying shit like ‘she must have asked for it’ or ‘what did she do’. She did nothing wrong and neither did you.”
“That’s not what he was saying. He thinks I made it up so I would have an excuse to move in with you,” I tried to explain Jake’s position.
“So, I don’t care what he was trying to say. He’s accusing you of doing something wrong when all you did was try to go home.”
My lip began to quiver. I hated fighting with my brother and the feeling of betrayal, that he didn’t believe in me about something so serious, broke my heart. The tears fell and my chest jerked with sobs.
“Don’t cry baby,” he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back in his lap.
“At least I have you and you believe me, right?”
“You bet your pretty little ass,” he said and kissed my cheek. “Let’s go to bed,” he said, standing with me in his arms. I closed my eyes and nestled into him.
We undressed and curled up under the covers, my body fitting perfectly into his as we spooned. His arm wrapped around me and his hand gently held my throat. Feeling completely secure, I drifted to sleep.
Chapter Eleven
“Did you hear about Coach Dean’s wife,” Tiffany asked when we met up in the hall after third period and headed for the cafeteria.
“Yeah, I know it’s sad. I hope she’s going to be okay,” I answered.
“I heard she’s not. I think he’s taking off to spend as much time as he can with her, because she’s terminal.”
“I wonder what they will do about a coach, and history teacher. I have him first period for history,” I mused aloud.
“I don’t know,” Tiffany answered. “Maybe they will get some young hot college grad like Belleview’s coach.”
I smiled and rolled my eyes at my overly enthusiastic friend. “I guess we’ll find out after Christmas break.”
“Speaking of Christmas,” Tiff started, “what’s your plans? Are you gonna make it to the house this year, or is your master going to keep you chained to the bed.”
“Stop it,” I scolded. “I probably won’t make it this time.”
“I knew it,” she spat.
“I’m sorry Tiff. It’s just that Jaron’s all alone on Christmas. His sister and brother in law spend Christmas in Colorado. I can’t leave him by himself on Christmas.”
“Well, I guess not. But, at least try to swing by sometime during the break. Mom has your gifts and your stocking.”
Meredith had been buying me Christmas presents and filling a stocking full of candy for me since the fourth grade. Most years, I spent at least half of Christmas break at their house.
“Okay, I will I promise,” I assured her and we dined on cafeteria dressing and homemade rolls.
I had spent the days leading up to Christmas morning racking my brain on how to surprise Jaron. I had made him promise not to put any gifts under the tree for me and as of Christmas Eve he had kept his promise.
I played it cool all day, even though my stomach was tied in knots. We popped popcorn and enjoyed my favorite Christmas movies together, A Christmas Story and The Grinch, cartoon and movie version. Though it wasn’t easy, I talked my way out of Christmas Eve sex, feigning a tummy ache. I set my cell on vibrate and the alarm to 5:00 am and the alarm clock to six. I slid my phone under my pillow and curled up for the night.
When my phone began to vibrate, I shut it off quickly and was thankful that Jaron had rolled over to face the other side of the bed. It allowed me to slip away easily. I hurried down the hall to the bathroom where I brushed, curled and piled my hair loosely on top of my head. I brushed my teeth and applied some mascara and lip gloss. I touched up my legs with a new razor and using the wrapping paper and supplies I had hidden in the cabinet, I wrapped my naked body from my boobs to just below my crotch, creating a very short wrapping paper dress. I tied a long, wide, red silk ribbon in a large bow around my neck and put a large name tag on my shoulder that said, ‘Jaron’s’.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and it occurred to me that it was probably a bad precedent to be setting, giving myself like property. But, I knew he would be pleased and it was all I had to give.
I tip toed down the hall, trying not to make too much noise in my wrapping paper dress. I plugged in the tree lights and lit a few candles. I looked at the clock, just a few minutes till. The alarm would be sounding any minute and Jaron would wake up to an empty bed and come looking for me. I dabbed lavender oil on my neck, set the bottle on the table and stood nervously in front of the tree, waiting.
BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ. The alarm sounded and Jaron quickly turned it off. Seconds later I saw his shadow moving through the hall. I swallowed hard as he appeared in the entry of the living room, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of me. He tilted his head, his eyes scanning my body from head to toe. His lips turned up in a sexy smile as he crossed his arms over his chest and rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip. My heart was already racing.
“I wanted you to have a gift to open on Christmas morning,” I said, my voice a little huskier than I intended.
He popped a peppermint from the candy dish and moved across the room slowly, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You’re something else, you know it?” I smiled and shrugged sweetly.
He ran his thumb across the name tag with his name on it and I could tell it pleased him. He ran his finger under the edge of the red silk ribbon, tugging lightly to pull my lips to his. He kissed me chastely.
“Are you sure about this,” he asked. I looked at him confused. “I mean, your mine, to do with what I want?”
“Yes,” I whispered against his lips.
He crunched down on the peppermint and smiled deviously, sending a shiver of excitement up my spine. He popped the tape down the side of my wrapping and tossed the red and silver paper aside. I stood in front of him wearing nothing but a red silk ribbon around my neck and his name on my shoulder. I held my breath waiting anxiously for his touch. He stepped back and took in the sight of me.
“Do you come with a remote control,” he joked.
“Voice command,” I answered boldly.
“Really?” he said mischievously sitting down and making himself comfortable on the couch, leaving me standing, butt naked in front of the twinkling Christmas tree.
He stared, rubbing his thumb across his lip, a wicked storm brewing in his eyes.
“Suck your thumb,” he said. My eyes narrowed, a little surprised by his first request.
I put my thumb in my mouth and moved it in and out slowly.
“Now, rub your wet thumb over you nipple,” he watched, amused, as I circled my already hardened nipple and rolled it between my finger and thumb, pleased when I smiled faintly at the feel of my own touch.
“Touch your pussy,” he ordered. “Just in and out, once.”
I immediately followed his instructions, except I couldn’t resist going in and out a couple times. I heard him chuckle deep and wicked.
“Now suck your fingers, taste it,” his breathing was becoming shallow.
I closed my eyes and licked the dampness from my fingers.
“Fuck,” he growled vaulting from the couch to grab me, no longer content with being an observer.
His fingers wrapped around my throat and one hand groped at my bare behind. His fingers ran down my back side, entered my wetness and trailed back up, lingering at my ass while he kissed me and bit at my lip. He turned me and bent me over the arm of
the loveseat.
Without warning, he entered me. “God, you’re already so wet,” he moaned.
He leaned over me, his fingers sliding between my legs, working in circles until my legs trembled. “Are you gonna come baby,” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly.
“Not yet,” he replied, pulling his touch away, evoking a cry of disapproval from me.
He stood behind me, moving in and out slowly. He spread my ass wide with his thumbs, kneading and pulling. I cried in protest again when he pulled his hands away.
I smelled the lavender oil before I felt it drip on my skin and run down the crack of my behind. It was intoxicating. His hands returned, spreading me open again. His thumb massaged thin fragrant oil around my tight opening, slowly increasing the pressure, until it slipped inside me. My body shuddered. His pace remained slow. His hips pumping in and out of me. His concentration was on the exploration his hands were involved in.
I squeezed and pushed on his thumb as he pressed it deeper and deeper inside me, the oil allowing it to move with ease. The scent filled my nostrils again as more oil dripped onto my skin. I gasped when his thumb withdrew and gasped again, almost choking on the air, when his finger entered, spreading the oil deep inside me. The motion of his hips stilled as he slowly fingered my ass, moving in and out.
“Breath and bear down baby,” he instructed his voice hoarse with lust. I whimpered and obeyed. As my muscles clenched, he pushed another finger inside me.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, “please,” I pleaded, unsure if I was asking him to stop or begging him not to. My body shook with sobs as my breath moved roughly in and out of my body.
He pushed slowly into me and rolled his fingers around in a circular motion, stretching me wider and wider.
“Keep breathing baby.” I couldn’t respond, only moan and sob.
The pain quickly gave way to intense pleasure and the realization that he was filling me completely. My hips moved slowly, carefully, grinding as the tension built inside me.
“I’m gonna come Jaron,” I cried.
“Not yet baby.” He moved his hips pulling out of me, sliding up. Gently, he pulled his fingers out, “Oh my God,” he said, pushing his words through gritted teeth, as the tip of his erection pushed against my stretched hole. I cried out. “Breath baby,” he reminded.
More oil dripped onto me and onto him. I felt the ring of muscles close around the rim of him.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned, his hands digging into my hips, holding me still. He leaned forward, pushing deeper into me. “I’m gonna fuck you now baby, if you need me to stop say so.”
“No, nooo,” I cried.
“Finger yourself,” he whispered before raising up behind me.
He began slowly, diving a little deeper and then deeper still, releasing a husky growl with each pump in and out of me. Tears streamed down my face as I clutched the couch cushion with one hand, and rubbed in and out of my wetness with the other. I began to cried and moan with each breath.
“Come on baby,” he coaxed, giving me permission to break.
I cried long and loud. My body convulsed violently as I bore down hard with every ounce of strength I had. My body pushed against his intrusion as he pushed back into me.
“Oh fuucck,” he roared, slamming into me, jerking and shaking, pouring into me. When his body finally stilled and the fog lifted, I lay shaking in front him.
He pulled out and lifted my body to his. He held me up with an arm around my waist and rubbed the wet hair from my face with the other. He kissed my temple over and over as tears rolled down my face and my body trembled. I struggled to force the air in and out of my lungs.
“Breath baby, breath,” he whispered kissing me sweetly. I could feel the hot liquid draining from me and running down my leg.
“Bath,” I said, barely able to form the word.
He scooped me up and carried me on his own wobbly legs down the hall to the tub. He sat on the toilet and cradled me against him while he leaned over and started the bath water. I flinched when he set me down on the cold cast iron of the old claw foot tub.
“I’m sorry,” he said, kissing the top of my head and crawled in behind me
The warm water started rising around us and I sank into it and closed my eyes. Jaron squeezed the bubble bath into the tub and swirled it around the water. He held me to him, stroking my head, rubbing the stringy wet tendrils of hairy away from my face.
“Here,” he said, pulling at the red ribbon and carefully peeling the name tag from my skin. “Baby, say something.”
I craned my neck to look back at him and smiled weakly, “That was,” I paused searching for the words, “um, incredible.” He smiled as relief washed over him. “It was scary, but amazing.” I weaved my shaky fingers in his.
“I love you, so much, baby,” he said, his eyes misting.
“I love you too.”
We spent a soothing, silent hour in the tub, before retiring to our sanctuary, our bed. Curled up in his arms I fell fast asleep, drained from the intense strain of our extreme tryst. I woke to Jaron lying on his side, watching me. I blinked away slowly the sleepy fog and smiled, happy to find him still in bed with me.
“Hey,” I said through my groggy smile.
“Hey beautiful, how are you?”
A sort of odd question to ask on an ordinary morning, but I understood his concern. I was still speechless and shaken to the core when he dried me and put me to bed.
“I’m good. Merry Christmas,” I grinned, scooting closer to touch my lips to his.
“Merry Christmas indeed.” His suggestive grin made me blush.
“So, you didn’t think my gift was lame,” I asked shyly.
His eyes widened and his brow arched high, “Are you freaking kidding me. That was the most amazing gift anyone has given me. Now, my birthday song was by far the sweetest, but finding the most gorgeous girl in the world under my tree, mine to do with what I please, don’t get any better than that.”
I nuzzled under his chin and he wrapped me up. “But, you’re sure you’re okay, right, with what we did?”
“I’m sure baby,” I whispered, trailing kisses on his jaw. “I know I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. I only have to say the word and you will always stop.”
“Yeah, but I worry sometimes you do things because you don’t want to disappoint me. And just for the record, you could never disappoint me.”
“I’m okay, I promise,” I reassured.
“Good, cause we have to get up and get dressed. I need your help with some stuff in the barn.”
“Really, right now,” I questioned, whining slightly. It was so warm and comfy in our king sized bed. I really wanted some biscuits and hot cocoa, in bed preferably. “What about breakfast?”
“It will only take a few minutes and then I will make you whatever you want, promise. Come on,” he started to spat my butt playfully, like he always did, then grimaced, sucking air through his clenched teeth as if he might have hurt me.
I laughed out loud rolling out from under the covers, “I’m okay Jaron.”
We dressed, Jaron in jeans and a hoodie, me in sweats, both of us in muck boots, and trudged down the hill to the barn.
“Is something going on with the horses,” I asked, baffled by the unusual need for my assistance.
He grinned mischievously and stopped before pulling on the large door. He turned to look at me, “Close your eyes.”
“Why,” I asked suspiciously.
“Close em.”
“What have you done Jaron,” I asked, closing my eyes and imagining a new pony or maybe a new saddle, since I complained about the hard seat in the one that I rode with.
I heard the rollers squeak as he pulled the door open. He took my hand and led me inside, “Ok, open them.”
I opened my eyes and was staring straight at a big, black Ford Bronco that looked brand new.
“What is this,” I asked, with trepidation.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispered, standing behind me, his chin propped on my shoulder, his arms around my waist.
“Jaron,” my voice was breathy with disbelief.
He couldn’t have bought me a truck for Christmas, he wouldn’t have. I made him promise not to buy gifts.
“If you don’t like it, we can trade it for something else,” he said, trying to gauge my reaction.
“No, I, I love it. I just,” I shook my head slowly, speechless. “I just can’t accept this from you. It’s too much.”
He spun around and looked down at me, his forehead crinkled and his face screwed up and frowning.
“What do you mean, you can’t accept this from me,” he asked, his feelings obviously hurt.
“I mean, we’ve only been together a few months. Most guys would go with a necklace or a charm bracelet.”
“Five months or five years Natalie, what does it matter? This is not temporary for me.”
The look on his face was like I had slapped him. It was a mixture of shock, hurt and anger. It made me swallow hard.
“Please don’t be mad. I didn’t mean that. It’s just so much. It’s more than I could ever do for you, more than anyone has ever done for me.”
His demeanor softened. He cupped my face in his hands. “There is no way to measure what you do for me Natalie, no dollar amount. I want to take care of you, give you everything.”
I resigned to the fact that he wasn’t going to let me refuse his gift. He would no doubt sabotage my old Ford pickup if tried to keep driving it.
“Where’d you get it,” I asked, unable to conceal my goofy grin.
“An estate auction,” he said, opening the door. I climbed in and sat behind the wheel. “The guy who owned it bought it new and put the rims and tires on it, tinted the windows. A few months later he died in a motorcycle wreck. His dad locked it up in his shop, never drove it once. The old man died and they sold everything off. I got a great deal on it.”
I looked at him skeptically with pursed lips.
“Really, I did,”
“How much,” I asked.
“Don’t matter. It was a good deal. This babies practically brand new.”