“If you hadn’t been angry then it would have hurt less. I was standing behind the door, which you weren’t to know. My head and bottom hurt, but otherwise, I’m okay.”
“We’ll ice your head or something.” He lets me go and picks the sacks of shopping up from the floor.
Hearing shuffling at the door, I quickly step away and smile when Derek walks through just as loaded up as Tanner. His eyes widen when he looks at me. He drops his load, and tilts my face up to his to have a closer look. “What happened? That looks nasty.”
“It’s that bad?”
“You’re going to have one hell of a bruise when it’s done.”
I sigh.
“It’s my fault. I slammed in to the house, not knowing she was behind the door.” Tanner winces moving toward us. “I knocked her down.” He reaches out and caresses the side of my face. “I feel sick that I did that to you.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, his hands drop to my waist, and I hold his gaze. “It was an accident, Tanner. I honestly don’t blame you. I saw you come into the yard quickly, and wondered what was wrong… Please don’t worry.”
He picks me up and carries me into the kitchen. Placing me on the countertop, he tenderly kisses my sore forehead. “Do you need anything for the pain?”
I shake my head and wince. “I was going to say no, but on second thought…”
Tanner kisses my cheek before turning and rooting through a top cupboard. “We only have Tylenol. Is that okay?”
“That’s fine.”
He passes me a bottle of water to wash the pills down.
“You’ve been busy,” Derek comments smelling the air. “Gingerbread, I can see. What else did you make? Cookies?”
“And Snickerdoodles.”
“I think you need to marry me,” Derek teases and I laugh when Tanner narrows his eyes. “I don’t think you’d have a problem with that, huh?” He grins at his son.
“You’re too old to be marrying her,” he says and winces.
I start laughing. “I don’t think my sister would agree considering your dad is a few years younger than her husband.”
Tanner rolls his eyes and presses closer, spreading my legs to accommodate his hips. “I’m so sorry about this.” He brushes my hair back with gentle fingers and once against kisses the bump.
“Please stop. It was an accident.”
He brushes my lips with his. “Mmm.”
“I’ll leave you two alone…for only five minutes,” Derek announces.
I chuckle against Tanner’s lips, and caressing his face, I ask, “Will you tell me why you were so angry?”
80
Tanner
Seeing that Charlotte is in pain from the bump on her head, I pick her up in my arms and carry her into our bedroom, lying on the king bed in the middle of the room. I quickly shuck my jacket to the floor and after wrapping a throw around her, I tug her into my arms.
“I hate that I have to tell you this because I don’t want it touching us anymore, but you need to know that I’ve discovered Emma has been spreading lies.”
“What?” she rolls to face me.
“Apparently, she’s telling everyone I’ve left her because she’s pregnant with my baby. According to her, I don’t want children so I dumped her and found you to replace her… She’s being childish and I’m pissed.”
“She seemed okay when she left here. I mean, I did notice how quickly she changed her tune, but…but…”
“I know. I believe the majority of folk know the truth, but some prefer to believe her. I was pissed, and worried about you.” I sigh. “But then I came home and ended up hurting you when I really wanted to wring her fucking neck.”
“Breathe for a minute,” she suggests, leaning up and brushing a soft kiss across my lips. “Although I do have a bit of a headache, I’m okay...and for the last time, it was an accident. Can we please move past it? Please?”
“I’m sounding like a broken record, huh?” I cup one side of her face. “I love you Charlotte, and I’ll always cherish you. It made me feel sick when I hurt you.”
“I love you too.” Smiling softly, she adds, “What are we going to do about Emma?”
“I’m going to talk to her after Christmas.”
“What if word gets around that you aren’t the father, then wouldn’t the man who she’s been seeing behind your back come forward to claim his child?”
“You’d think so, but not everyone does the right thing…especially when there’s the responsibility of a child involved.”
“I hope she finds her happiness, Tanner.” Cradled in my arms, Charlotte rests her face against my chest and very slowly her breathing becomes even, telling me she’s asleep.
She worries me slightly with the bruise on her forehead. But I’m guessing a couple of hours nap won’t hurt her, especially if I’m here beside her.
Placing a gentle kiss to the mark, regret heavy in my heart, I settle against her. I screwed up badly today and I still feel sick about it. The woman in my arms deserves to be loved and cherished and I’m going to spend the rest of my life doing just that.
Charlotte’s slept in my arms for a couple of hours and just having her close, trusting me in this way is humbling, especially when I’m still kicking myself for hurting her. The bruising on her forehead looks painful and has darkened while she slept.
A smile slips across her lips just before she wiggles closer, her breath teasing across my skin as she moans. Her hands slip down into the back of my jeans and when her nails drag across my ass, my dick goes hard as rock.
“Mmm, you feel so good against me,” she murmurs, pressing her softness against my hardness. “Make love to me, Tanner.” Nuzzling with her mouth against my chest, she bites down on a nipple.
I catch my breath as arousal slams into me, sending precum tingling along the length of my cock before it pools on the tip, wetting my shorts. Inhaling sharply, she quickly slips a hand into the front of my jeans, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. “The only place I’m hurting right now is between my legs.”
The hand she’s slowly stroking me with feels amazing and wanting Charlotte to feel the same, I reluctantly remove her hand and roll her to her back. Hovering above, I grin at the beautiful woman. My beautiful woman. “I’m going to make slow love to you, and I’m not going to enter you until you’re begging me to.”
Her eyes heat at my words and then she smirks. “That’s probably going to be in about two seconds.”
I settle my hips between Charlotte’s spread thighs and hiss when she arches up, rubbing against the full length of me.
“Get,” she pants, “us both naked. Now.”
“Yes.” I quickly tug her clothes from her body as I scramble to my feet. I don’t move my eyes from her while licking my lips. Her breasts are round and firm with the thick, cherry nipples just begging for my mouth.
“Tanner,” she moans, “clothes.”
“Hmm,” I mumble, absentmindedly. “I know exactly where I’m going to feast first.” I smirk without moving my gaze from between her legs.
She writhes under my gaze, her legs twitching as I quickly strip, wrapping a fist around my straining erection.
“Oh, that’s really hot.” She gently cups her breasts. “Keep stroking.”
Moving closer to the bed, I widen my stance and slowly stroke my swollen dick. It’s ten times hotter watching her while I jerk my own chain, but what nearly has me busting a nut is when she spreads her legs and starts rubbing and pinching her nipples.
Precum spills in a constant stream as I thicken into a rod of steel. It aches in a delicious way but, as much as this is turning me on, I need to feel her wetness wrapped around me. I need to feel her warmth and tightness hugging me.
Growling, I kneel on the bed and force my hand away from my flesh before dropping to my stomach and burying my face in her mound. I inhale, dipping my tongue into her wet folds. Her legs quiver as I lick back and forth between her swollen lips, and then I dip my tong
ue inside her—my eyes roll and my dick jerks at the excitement I’m tasting on my tongue.
Charlotte grabs my hair, rubbing herself on my face as she gets closer to her orgasm. I can feel my own rushing forward, despite planning to bring her off on my face. That doesn’t work out as I spring up the bed, my dick finding it’s home as I bury it balls deep, feeling her sheath tighten, enclosing me.
“I love you,” I whisper, lapping at a begging nipple.
She holds me against her while I lap at the delicious flesh of her breasts, arching and straining. I finally give her what she begs for and slowly pull all the way out to the tip before sliding back inside just as slow.
She gasps and when I feel the gentle contractions around my cock, I can’t hold back any longer. As I spill deep inside her, she grabs hold of me tightly while she shakes and trembles in my arms. Her pussy ripples around me, going on and on. The pleasure so intense that my eyes cross and even when Charlotte goes limp beneath me, my cock spills one last time.
Completely wiped out, I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck. Her hands stroke back and forth on my hips and although I know I’m too heavy, I can’t bring myself to move. It would mean that I had to pull my cock free from the wet warmth it’s currently nestled in.
“I need to move,” I whisper, still going nowhere.
“I like you exactly where you are,” she counters, biting my shoulder. “I love feeling your weight on me, and the feel of you growing inside of me; it turns me on—makes me feel good.”
Breathing heavily, I lift my face and meet her satisfied grin, resting my forehead against hers. “I love being like this with you. Not just the sex, which is phenomenal,” I grin and place a soft kiss to her lips, “but holding you, knowing you’re mine. Knowing there could be a growing bean inside of you.” I kiss the tip of her nose and move onto her sweet lips.
“I’m going to let you in on something.” I smile. “I’m hoping you are pregnant. The thought of you round with my child is a huge turn on.” I wiggle my hips and watch at her eyelids flutter. “Mmm, and I’m betting these beauties,” I cover her breasts with my hands and squeeze, “will double in size.”
Her eyes widen at that comment and I start laughing.
“They better not double in size. They’re big enough as it is.”
I rub my thumbs over her tight nipples and delight when she moans, trembling under me. “I think someone is primed for round two.”
“I don’t think I’m the only one,” she counters, squeezing her internal muscles around me.
Catching me off guard, she rolls me onto my back. We stay connected as she sits up and rolls her hips. “It’s my turn to take you.”
“God!” I snap my eyes shut before I come, embarrassing myself.
“Watch me,” she begs, undulating on my hard cock.
My eyes open and I watch as her body takes mine, her breasts swaying and bouncing with the way she’s moving on my flesh.
I grab her hips, moving with her. I see stars and everything disappears, except for this hot, ass woman riding me.
81
Charlotte
It’s early Christmas morning as I wake with a large body spooning me from behind, his arm around my midriff. He softly snores into my neck while I lie still and watch the small birds on the ledge outside the window. There is a stillness outside, a sign that we’ve had more snow, which is perfect for Christmas Day.
There had been a few flakes in the sky last night as we’d sat in front of the fire watching Christmas movies. We’d eaten the delicious lasagna Derek had insisted on making for dinner, and I smile now remembering the look on Derek’s face when he realized we really did want him to sit with us and watch the movies.
“Why the frown?” Tanner asks.
I meet his gaze. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I was but you woke me...you were thinking too loud.”
I raise a brow and Tanner laughs.
“You frowned.” He shrugs. “I put two and two together…”
“And got four on this occasion.” I snuggle against him. “I was thinking about your father, and how glad I am that he stayed and watched the movies with us.” I bite my lip wondering about the wisdom of my next words, but ask them anyway, “Why hasn’t your father met anyone else?”
Tanner winces. “He’s never dated since Mom died…at least not that I’m aware of. I hate that he’s lonely, but I really don’t want to think about him doing what we’ve been doing. It’s…not right.”
Chuckling, I pinch one of his nipples. “I think we need to arrange for him to meet someone, but do it in a way that neither of them know what we’re doing.”
“Sneaky?”
“Exactly.” I grin.
Tanner places a sweet kiss to my lips. “Merry Christmas, Charlotte.” He quickly kisses the tip of my nose. “And yes, I’m changing the subject…for now.”
I softly caress his face and brush a kiss across his waiting lips. “Merry Christmas, Tanner…and I don’t mind you changing the subject…for now.”
“Mmm, you taste really good.” He nuzzles into my neck, moving further down the bed. “As much as I want to make love to you, I want you to slip on the Christmas pajamas I bought you, and then come with me into the living room. Dad will already be there by now and I know he’s as nervous about the present I have for you as I am.”
“Now I’m curious.”
Tanner grins and jumps from the bed, his body on display for my eyes. Rolling to my side, I prop my head up with a hand and watch him standing in front of me, his arousal hard and thick, bursting from the thatch of hair at his groin.
“I think you should come closer first,” I suggest, wiggling my brows. “That looks painful and I don’t think I want to go anywhere until I’ve had my lips wrapped around you.”
He groans and throws his head back, the tendons in his neck straining as he breathes heavily. I look down his beautiful body and find his erection throbbing heavily between his legs. The crown bulges with precum dripping.
Quietly, I move forward, and slipping from the bed, crawl on my knees until my lips are able to wrap around him. He jerks and curses when his eyes snap open and discover me at his feet with the tip of his cock between my lips.
"I’ll be quick,” I mumble, swallowing more of his shaft.
Our eyes stay locked together while I bob on him and my hands play with his sack—stroking, massaging, and then wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock, I pull back and suck him deeper.
His legs tremble and his eyes roll as he grabs my hair and pulls me off him. “I’m going to come.”
“Then come.”
I knock his hand away and suck him as deeply as I can before swallowing.
Tanner grunts and hisses, his body taut with tension and then I feel the first splash of his release at the back of my throat. I suck harder and hear him curse as he continues to spill his seed against my tongue.
I lap him up and giggle when he twitches, tugging his flesh free. “No more,” he rushes out, helping me up from the floor. “Later, I’m going to show you how to make love in the freezing snow.” He smirks, smacking my bottom. “Get the pajamas on.”
“You just want to see me covered in penguins.” I pout and watch as he shoves his legs into a pair of briefs and pajama pants.
His eyes light with mirth. “I’d love to see you covered in something.”
I blush and quickly pull the pajamas on before adding, “I think that could be arranged.”
His eyes widen in surprise as I slip out of the bedroom, laughing.
“That wasn't funny,” he grumbles.
“I thought it was.” I spot Derek in the kitchen lost in a world of his own as he drinks coffee and stares out of the window. “Merry Christmas, Derek.” I reach up and kiss his cheek before giving him a hug.
“Happy Christmas to you Charlotte, and you son.” He hugs Tanner and they exchange a look that has me confused.
Tanner notices and grins, s
haking his head. “Soon.” He kisses my forehead and pours us both a cup of coffee. Taking my first sip, my stomach growls.
“Baked French toast is nearly ready.” Derek smiles softly at Tanner before catching my eye. “Christmas morning is the only time we eat it. Been a tradition since Tanner was born.”
I wrap an arm around Tanner’s waist and his arm slips over my shoulders. “That’s a nice tradition to have.”
“What are your traditions, Charlotte?” Derek asks, checking the food in the oven.
“Well, today I would have been waking at my parents’ house, along with Michael, and Joshua. Sirena has been there in the past but she’s starting her own traditions with Garrett, and Elias.” I sit at the breakfast nook. “Dad would make us all breakfast: pancakes, bacon, eggs, bread pudding. He spoils us, but he’s done it every year for Mom. I don’t think there’s anything he wouldn’t do for her.”
“That’s what love is. Once you’ve had that, it’s difficult to find anyone to come close.” Derek shrugs.
I glance at Tanner and continue, “After breakfast, we’d exchange gifts before relaxing for a few hours in front of the television. We’d head out mid-afternoon to my grandparents’ house where we’d meet up with our aunts, uncles, and cousins. Each family always takes a few dishes of food so that my grandparents don’t have to do anything.” I smile with fondness. “The evening before we’d go around and set everything up so it was ready. Table and chairs mainly. Our Christmases are always loud and boisterous.”
“You must call your family, Charlotte.” Derek places the French toast on the table. “As soon as we’ve opened presents.”
“I will.” I grin, slipping my fingers through Tanner’s. “I’m kinda enjoying this Christmas, a lot.”
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