“I think I need to put something in your mouth to stop you from talking.”
My eyes sparkled in amusement. “Is that so?”
His flesh pulsed against my hand, and one of his cousin’s chose that moment to come and talk to us, laughter on his face. “You have your hands full with my cousin,” he said to me and Dylan narrowed his eyes.
My hand was hidden so I kept it where it was and teased Dylan.
“Ryan, you have perfect timing, just like your brother.” Dylan glanced around while my mind whirled trying to remember who Ryan was. “Where is Jaxon anyway?”
Ryan laughed. “He’s drilling Shane on Sofia’s birthing plan.” He shuddered. “I’m buying a shit load of condoms and wearing like five at a time. There’s babies popping up everywhere.”
I laughed at the pure horror on Ryan’s face as Dylan replied, “Don’t be a dick.”
Ryan laughed and moved on.
“Little did he know just how much of me you have a hold of,” he growled, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “Move with me, and for the love of God, take your hand off my cock.”
“Only if you’re going to take me somewhere to suck you off.”
“Fuck!” He broke out into a sweat. “How much punch have you had?”
I hiccupped and laughed. “It was really fruity.”
Dylan burst out laughing and quickly got me outside the patio doors. “Good! It’s freezing out here. I can breathe.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” I curved my hand behind him and caressed his ass.
He shuddered as my fingernails dug into his flesh, his breath becoming heavy with arousal. “Jenna, you are dangerous.”
“Hmm,” I hummed in his ear, loving the way he reacted to my touch. The heavier his breath became, the more I teased him. I tugged his white button down free and slipped my hands beneath to his warm skin.
Dylan’s hands were also busy and slid up my thighs, taking the skirt of my dress with him until I felt a cold breeze on my ass. “These,” he grabbed the back of my panties in one hand, tightening his fist, “have been driving me crazy since you put them on.”
I smiled and nibbled on his earlobe. “I can take them off if it helps.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, breathing heavily. “Not here.” His hands slid to my shoulders where he moved me away from him.
His eyes glittered with arousal when they met mine and we stood holding each other’s gaze while he got himself under control.
“If I trusted my family not to come looking for us, I’d already have had them off you.” He laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “I need something other than you in my head right now.”
“I’d be offended if I couldn’t see the reason why.”
“Jeez, Jenna.” Dylan shoved his hand in his pants and rearranged himself. “I’ll survive.”
“Should we go back inside?”
“I think that’s a good idea,” his cousin, and also very pregnant, Sofia said.
I turned quickly and Dylan caught me before I fell to the floor. My blush reached the roots of my hair.
“Nice Sofia,” Dylan grumbled. “Shouldn’t you be resting like Madison is?”
“She tried to go and rest but gave up when Jaxon decided he wanted to talk birthing plans,” Shane, Sofia’s husband added with a wince. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately.”
“What’s going on with him?”
“I have no idea, Sofia. Ask him. He’s your brother and you’ve always managed to get stuff out of him in the past.”
“Hmm, not this time. He’s staying silent and I’m worried.” Her frown changed quickly into a smirk. “I figured I’d interrupted the two of you in time. Uncle Michael added outdoor security cameras around the house last month.” She ginned. “Wouldn’t want to get caught with your pants down, now would you cousin?”
Shane wrapped his arm around his wife and guided her inside while I slipped my arm through Dylan’s and turned him in the same direction.
“I guess we had a lucky save.”
“I’m not too sure she’s telling the truth, however; I’m not willing to risk it.”
15
Dylan
Dropping to her knees, I cursed when Jenna lifted her eyes to mine. The look in them told me she had every intention of following through on all her talk. My body tightened impossible hard. How I could get any bigger, I had no idea, but every drop of blood in my body was now in my dick, pulsing hard and strong.
The zipper came down and, before I could catch a breath, Jenna had my slacks and boxers pushed down my thighs. My dick pulsed, thick and strong, away from my body. Her hands wrapped around it and she held me still as she moved closer, her tongue dipping between her beautifully swollen lips.
“I’m going to make you feel the way you make me feel,” she whispered, blowing over the head of my cock. Her eyes filled with wicked amusement as she leaned forward and licked my excitement from the tip.
I jerked so hard I knew I wouldn’t last long. She’d had me worked up since she’d pulled on a pair of tiny red panties. I’d thought nothing but wicked thoughts ever since. I wanted to peel the lacy things from her pussy with my teeth. My excitement grew and I nearly blew over her face when she pulled back and eyed my huge dick. I wasn’t small, nor medium. I’d always needed the extra-large condoms.
She watched my face as she ran her hands over the smooth skin before sticking her tongue out. I quivered at the sensation of that tongue licking over the ridges and bumps, paying special attention to the fat vein running the length of my cock. Her wet mouth wrapped around the crown and a filthy curse left my mouth. The ache between my legs built as she sucked me inside while she moaned in pleasure.
I shoved my fingers through her silky hair. I didn’t push her away nor did I pull her further on me. I let her lead and shivered when her fingers tickled through the hairs surrounding my penis. She slipped a hand between my legs and she moaned in response to my pleasure. My balls trembled in her hands, and my cock leaked into her mouth. The moment my legs started to quiver, she created a warm suction and slowly pulled her mouth free before taking me back inside. Her fingers dug into my naked ass and my orgasm hit…
And I woke up to her sucking and tugging on my twitching cock. Every bit of semen swallowed as it poured out of me and into Jenna’s warm mouth. I groaned in pleasure and found the whole experience erotic; the way she sucked my dick as though her life depended on it, the way her red curls tickled over my belly and thighs, and the feel of her fingers digging into my ass.
She hadn’t even pulled off of me and my dick was swelling again, getting harder by the second. It didn’t help that her ass with the tiny red lace panties was sticking up in the air, wiggling around. I suspected her pussy was wet and aching to be filled after what she’d done to me. How the hell I thought I was dreaming to begin with, I didn’t know. Her filthy mouth continued the hot dance until she released me and sucked on my balls. The end of my dick nearly blew off with how rapidly I’d hardened.
Jenna let out a dirty laugh and knelt up between my legs.
I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sight of her tits in my line of sight. Big and swollen, they jiggled when she moved, the hard, dark brown nipples begged for my mouth. Jenna smirked and captured her hair in a hand, and holding my gaze, she dipped her head as I watched her lick me from base to tip. She didn’t stop there and continued to lick up over my belly to each nipple, which she bit before hovering over my mouth with hers.
I didn’t wait to find out her next move, I grabbed Jenna’s head and tugged her down. My lips finding hers, our mouths crushed together as she climbed up me. I felt the moment she pressed her wet pussy against my cock. The warmth of her had soaked through her panties and as she rubbed on me, I felt every damn thing.
Her hand slipped between us and those fingers wrapped around my erection, stroking. My breath was heavy and in time with Jenna’s.
She raised up and moved her panties to the side and slowly took me
into her body. “I love you, Dylan,” she whispered as she fully seated herself on me.
I grabbed her hips and held her still while I caught my breath. She was glorious, but seeing the red panties still covering her pussy was hot as fuck. I snapped my eyes closed and asked, “I fell asleep on you?”
Softly smiling, she shook her head. “We both fell asleep the moment we hit the bed.”
“Oh, God. Uncle Noah had us all playing charades.”
“He did. It was funny.”
“I remember. Let’s forget it for now.” I slid her forward and then back.
The glide of my dick in and out of her wet swollen pussy was like no other feeling. I rubbed and pressed against her hidden treasure, stroking her into a hotter mess. Her chest heaved and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for her tits. I cupped each one and rubbed those hard nipples between my thumbs and fingers—so sensitive. Jenna gasped and rocked faster. Her pussy contracted around me the harder she rode, pleasure shooting through my dick. She did this over and over again, getting wetter each time, until I neared the place where I wouldn’t be able to stop.
Quickly sitting, I wrapped my arms around her and captured a tight nipple with my mouth. I suckled at her, using my fingers to play with the other. Jenna gasped and let out a loud keening noise as her pussy quivered and gripped my flesh. Her orgasm ripped through her and she was fucking glorious.
My hips thrusted hard one last time and I spilled into her warmth. I couldn’t stop grinding against her pussy with pleasure. Jenna held onto me but now her hands gently caressed my shoulders.
Too exhausted, we stayed wrapped in each other’s embrace for a few minutes before I took her to our sides. In a more comfortable position, I whispered against her lips, “I love you, Jenna.” I kissed those red lips. “I’m so glad you’re mine.”
Epilogue
Jenna
Hospitals weren’t the best of places, and everyone was worried because Madison had gone into labor a month early. Dylan was a mess. Madison had to be taken into the OR for an emergency C-Section. In fact, her husband, Derek appeared calmer than Dylan was. Apparently, Derek hid it well, according to his son, Tanner, who currently paced the hallway while his wife, Charlotte watched him.
The rest of the McKenzies had stayed home because there wouldn’t have been room in the small waiting area for them all. Dylan and Madison’s parents rested; Sebastian surrounded his wife and made sure she was comfortable while he looked on, a frown of worry creasing his brow.
I tried hard not to fidget. However, it wasn’t easy having been here for hours. My bottom was numb, and my hips felt as though they were locked into position. Dylan glanced over when I winced and he smiled, offering a hand. “Let’s take a walk,” he suggested.
He tugged me to my feet, but I let go and stretched the kink out of my back before I rubbed my butt.
“I could have done that for you.” Dylan wiggled his brows. “Would have felt much better.”
“I’m sure it would have.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m good for now.” I’d lost his attention.
Turning, a grinning, but shell-shocked Derek stood in the doorway to where he’d disappeared with his wife, hours before. “We have a girl. Madison is fine and resting,” he whispered, hardly able to get the words out.
Tanner dashed to his father and hugged the life out of him, while Derek clung to him. I swiped at my eyes as tears slipped from them. Dylan wrapped his arm around my neck and brought me closer to his body. I pressed close and felt him shudder with relief.
“I’m an uncle.” He laughed. “I have a niece.”
“I have a feeling she’s going to be a spoilt little girl.”
“Damn straight.”
“Everyone is okay, right?” Carla asked, Sebastian keeping her close with an arm around her waist.
Derek pulled away from Tanner and deeply inhaled, pulling himself together. “Madison is fine. Sore but happy and just fed our daughter.” He looked at Tanner as he spoke. “Nora Claire Jackson is a healthy little girl at eight pounds-three ounces.
“Nora Claire?” Tanner whispered as Charlotte leaned into him.
“We thought naming her after your grandmother was a fitting tribute to a strong lady.”
Tanner nodded, and Dylan whispered to me, “Derek’s mother passed away a few years ago, before Charlotte and Madison had met her. She was a good woman from what I’ve heard.”
“That’s so sweet remembering her with their daughter.”
“Yes, it is,” Carla answered, having overheard. “When can we see them?”
“Now, but only two at a time. Hospital rules.”
“You go with Tanner.” Sebastian kissed his wife.
Charlotte hugged her husband tight. “Go and meet your sister.” She kissed him.
We watched them disappear from view and I felt Dylan sag against me. “Are you okay?”
“Relieved they’re both okay.”
“Can we go shopping once you’ve met your niece?”
“You want to start spoiling her, huh?”
“I certainly do.”
Dylan tightened his arms around me and said, “Who knew I’d fall in love one Christmas?”
“Not me.”
THE END
Of One Christmas
16
Jaxon
Prologue
Music so loud thuds in my head with every beat while I try to adjust my eyes in the crowded nightclub. There is only one reason why I'm putting myself through this, and her name is Poppy Green—a young genius who turns heads wherever she goes. And yes, that includes mine. The difference between them and me is that I'm the only guy who makes her blush a lovely shade of red when I talk to her.
Professor Green, at the age of twenty-seven, knows her subject: English Lit, but she appears clueless when it comes to me. She's had my attention from the moment I spotted her moving quickly through the courtyard of the University. Her legs had eaten up the distance while her brown hair had bounced around her shoulders. I'd gotten a closer look during the lecturers she'd covered, and I wanted to see a lot more of her.
I’d gotten the message loud and clear—no dating students. However, there was something about her that I couldn’t walk away from. Her smile made me crave her until my body was hot and uncomfortable. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by her.
She'd been so apparent at the end of the lecture earlier today when she'd made sure I’d overhear the details of her date.
So here I am, stalking my Professor because she shouldn’t be on a date with anyone but me. My decision to be here has a lot to do with her hesitation about following through with whatever she’s arranged, more than my jealousy. If I thought she truly wanted to be here with him, no matter how much it hurt, I wouldn’t be punishing myself by being here. I just want to make sure she’s okay.
My head feels like it's going to explode soon if I don't get out of the club as my eyes take another look around. She has to be here unless she's already left. Jealousy pulses low in my belly at the thought of her already moving with the asshole, and then I see her, and I grin.
With closed eyes, she sways to the music. I don't even think, and walk toward her, intending to claim the woman for myself. No one tries to stop me; they just move out of the way as though they’re aware of my final destination.
I swallow around the ball of lust in my throat as my eyes focus on the rocking of her hips—fast and slow. She has a good rhythm, but all I can think about is her moving like that while straddling me—her body warm and wet.
Fuck!
If I don't get myself together, it's going to become embarrassing. My cock has a mind of its own as it throbs, so fucking hard behind my zipper. I'm glad I prefer long-sleeved sports shirts so that my hard-on is covered.
My body pulses as I continue watching the sexy woman, and throwing caution to the wind, I step into her. My arms wrap around her waist, and I swear to God, I nearly come when her ass slams on my dick. She moans in my arms, reaching up with hers, s
lipping her hands to the nape of my neck. Her fingers burn where they touch on my skin.
“Poppy, you need to stop,” I beg.
“I want you to touch me, Jaxon. Touch me as I’ve imagined,” she whispers in a husky voice. “Put your hands on me.”
“How’d you know it was me?” I ask, moving my hands to her hips, which I grip tightly.
Her ass continues moving, creating fucking arousing friction on my dick. I know I should stop her, but I can't get my head working correctly. Signals from my brain are going no place.
Poppy turns her face up to mine and holding my gaze, whispers, “I knew you were here from the moment you stepped foot in the place. Only you make my body burn.”
Our lips brush together, and every tingly nerve in my body rushes along my cock. Poppy pants into my mouth, and I claim it as mine. I never want to remove my lips as flavor bursts on my tongue. She whimpers, frantically rubbing her ass, and then she's moaning, long and heated against my lips. My breath sticks in the back while I’m coming in my jeans like a fucking teenager.
My hands grip her hips, keeping her pressed against me while I come undone. Poppy makes a small cry and tries to wiggle free, except I’m stronger and keep her in my arms. My mouth finds her ear, and I whisper, “Come home with me? Be mine for one night. Be naughty with me.”
“Oh God,” she pants. “Yes.”
Thank you, God!
***
The moment we enter my apartment, I push a nervous Poppy up against the wall while I blindly search for the lock on the door. At the club, she'd had a buzz going, but in the cold air of Boston, she'd lost that alcohol haze. I'm glad because I want her to open her eyes and see me. The real me. The guy who wants her for a lot more than sex. I'm sure as hell not going to back out of what I promised her thirty minutes ago. My cock is already twitching to get out of my jeans.
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