A Heaven Hill Christmas

by Laramie Briscoe

  Her orgasm hit her like a bolt out of the blue. She wasn’t expecting it when her body literally felt like it shattered into a million pieces.

  She cried out harshly, undulating against his body. She breathed heavily as she tried to ride out the storm raging inside her.

  “Shhhhh,” Layne soothed her, not removing his fingers, but slowly pumping, letting her come down on her own. But it was the slow, almost lazy way he did it that turned her on again.

  As her heart slowed to a more manageable rate, she pushed his hand away and turned on her knees in front of him. Their eyes met and she knew exactly what she wanted to do to him.

  *

  Pushing him back further against the pillows, Jessica didn’t even take time to rid him of his shirt. He noticed she didn’t take time to rid herself of her panties either. He watched through half-closed eyes as she reached for his belt buckle, undoing the apparatus before wrenching his jeans apart.

  “Fuck baby,” he hissed as he felt her small hands grasp him through the cotton of his boxers. The feel was enough to send him almost jackknifing off the bed. “What’s got you so hot?

  “You.” She freed his cock and held it in her hand as she straddled him, pushed her panties to the side, and then engulfed him. No easy push into this for her, no; she took him all the way down, sighing as she felt him settle deeply inside her. “Always you and how you make me feel. Every day of our lives.”

  Layne knew this wouldn’t take long. There was nothing hotter to him than a Jess who wanted to take her pleasure and by all accounts, she was feeling that way tonight.

  As she steadied herself against his stomach, she rocked against him, finding a rhythm that drove him nuts. Her tits pushed up over her bra as she rode his dick, her stomach muscles clenched as she moved back and forth. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. But when she grabbed his hand and brought it up to her throat, holding his palm around the soft skin there as his fingers automatically clasped her with just the right amount of pressure, he knew he was gone. That his woman liked a little bit of dominance with her pleasure was enough to short circuit his brain. Grasping her there, he felt the answering wetness wash across his cock, and that’s when he couldn’t take it anymore. He let go of her neck, locked his fingers around her knees and flipped them over. In that position he had more leverage. He felt his jeans slide further down his ass, stopping just below the curve, and while it annoyed him, he couldn’t make himself stop.

  Holding her neck, he grasped her there as leverage, hoping she was okay with it, figuring she was when her nails bit into the part of his ass his jeans had exposed, urging him to take her harder. There were no words in the room, only the sounds of their desperate love making.

  “Give it to me,” she begged him, pulling her thighs up tighter against his ribs, opening herself wider to him. “Give me what I give you.”

  “I can’t ever give you what you give me,” he heard the words tumble from his mouth. “Goddamn, you’re everything to me. Don’t you know that by now?”

  When he felt her hand snake down to where they were joined, and rub against the hard length pressing inside of her, he grasped loudly, feeling his body let go.

  Her answering moan told him she’d done the same. And in the aftermath, all he could do was hold her against him.

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  Chapter Five

  When Layne woke up the next morning, Jess wasn’t in bed; she was sitting perched at her desk, fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop. He wondered how long she’d stayed in bed with him last night. But for the life of him he couldn’t remember when he’d gone to sleep, he only knew that in the end she’d worn his ass out instead of the other way around.

  He lay back against the sheets for a few minutes, wondering if he should interrupt her. It was then he noticed she wore earbuds, so he decided against it. With the rapid pace her fingers were keeping on the computer, he knew she was deeply into a scene and if he ruined it now by interrupting, he’d feel bad. Especially since he’d kind of thrown her off her game when he’d come to chew her out for getting stuck in a snowstorm.

  Fifteen minutes later he’d done his morning business, taken a quick shower, and put on into some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt he kept there for times just like this. Jess still hadn’t noticed he was awake, so he went over to the small stove and checked the fridge. Looked like they had enough food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for at least today. Anything past tomorrow and they’d have to figure it out, but for today they could be happy as clams and warm as toast.

  As he went about making omelets for the two of them, he checked his phone. A warning scrolled across that Bowling Green had received upwards of twenty-two inches of snow and since temps were not going to get above freezing for the next three days, people were being told to shelter in place.

  Grinning, he glanced over at his wife, he was sure as fuck going to enjoy that. Just as he plated their omelets, Jessica gave out a small squeal, did something on her laptop and then closed the lid.

  “I’m done!”

  It was then he noticed there were still dark circles under her eyes, but good Lord did she look alive. There was a spark there he hadn’t seen in a while.

  “Did you sleep at all last night?” he asked as he set their plates down and poured them both glasses of orange juice.

  She ducked her head. “No,” she sighed. “What you did to me inspired me and as soon as you dozed off, I knew exactly where I wanted the story to go, and oh my God it’s done, Layne! It’s done!”

  He couldn’t help but grin at her enthusiasm. No reason to be pissed off or upset when she was so excited over her accomplishment. He could see, by looking at her, that finishing a book was a high he just didn’t understand. “Seeing as how we got twenty-two inches of snow, and we’re stuck here for a while, I think I’ll make sure you take a nap today.”

  She reached over, cupping his cheek with the palm of her hand. “Only if you take a nap with me.”

  Like she even had to ask? “I’m sorry we’re spending Christmas here, instead of where all our family is,” he apologized to her as he took a drink of his orange juice.

  “I’m not. Thank God you came to see me! Otherwise I’d be stuck here by myself and scared to death. Don’t you know there’s no place I’d rather be than with you? And if we can spend this time alone, focusing on nothing but each other, and our pleasure, then that’s the best Christmas ever?”

  “You don’t even need this then?” he asked as he got up from his spot at the table and pulled a large bag out from behind her desk.

  If there was one thing Layne O’Connor didn’t do, it was wrap gifts. He was a bag man all the way.

  “This is huge,” she giggled as she took a bite of her omelet and then set the bag down on the ground, to start taking the tissue paper out.

  “I hope you like it.”

  It wasn’t often Layne second-guessed himself anymore, but with her, gifts were still one of his major stresses.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped as she pulled a leather bag out of the gift bag. “It’s that Kate Spade writer’s bag I’ve been wanting!”

  He blushed. “Yeah, so now you can carry all your shit at once in it, and be basic while you do.”

  She giggled as he called her basic. It was a running joke between the two of them. She did love her coffee and her leggings.

  Reaching over, she hugged him tightly. “I’ll let the basic comment slide just because I love this so much,” she let go, and ran her hands along the leather binding. Her eyes glowed, she’d wanted this bag for a very long time, but in her new life, it felt extravagant to spend as much money as this bag cost.

  Clearing her throat, she got up, and walked over to her desk, pulling out an envelope.

  “If we’re going by sheer size alone, mine wins,” Layne teased as she grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto his lap.

  “Big things can totally come in small packages,” she protested as she put the envelope in his hand
, and watched as he tore it open.

  His chin dug into her shoulder, and she could almost feel it drop when he pulled the piece of paper out and took a good look at it. “A gift certificate for those pipes I want? But you said they weren’t sexy,” he hugged her tightly, kissing her on the cheek.

  “And you said I didn’t know because I hadn’t seen you on a bike with them.”

  Grabbing her hand in his, he entwined their fingers together. “Maybe I can be on your next book cover then, baby. Me and my sexy pipes.”

  She laughed, thinking of the absurdity of the conversation. This never would have happened if their paths hadn’t crossed in a dark time when she feared for her life. “I’m glad I came here, and I’m glad you protected me.”

  He got serious, pushing her hair back from her cheek. “You know I’ll always protect you. No matter what the situation. I can’t imagine a day without you, much less a Christmas without you. Hell, I never celebrated Christmas before you came along. You gave me life, Jess.”

  “You gave me life too, because the one I was living before, wasn’t one. We both got damn lucky.”

  And neither one of them could argue with that.

  Steele & Christine

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  Chapter One

  Travis Steele, resident tech geek of the Heaven Hill MC rolled his head on his shoulders, hoping to loosen the tension he felt in his neck. People were driving him insane. Two days before Christmas and all of the guys were trying to surprise their wives, which meant he was keeping tabs on people more than usual. When really the only person he wanted to be keeping tabs on was his own wife. He looked down at his cell phone, sitting beside his mouse and saw he had a message from her.

  Client is taking longer than I thought. I probably won’t be getting out of here until almost eight. Should I go to the house or meet you at the clubhouse?

  He wanted to tell her to head to the house they’d bought in the past year, but he still had some things he had to do for the club. He sighed, running his hand over his chin, sucking harder than he needed to on the sucker in his mouth.

  C’mon here. I still have some things I have to take care of. Let me know when you’re leaving so I can watch.

  Steele pulled up a camera feed, documenting the time and what he saw on his spreadsheet. Sighing again, he picked his phone up and pressed a button so he could see his lock screen. A picture of him and Christine greeted him, one that had been taken a few weeks ago, before the craziness of the Christmas season had descended upon them. Just like he was busy with the guys, she was busy in her own salon, helping women look beautiful for nights out and special dates.

  She loved what she did and he hated to begrudge her anything that made her happy, but on nights like this, he wanted her home at a decent hour. It made him nervous, especially with how cold and close to Christmas it was. She left the salon late, sometimes with a deposit, no matter how many times he told her it wasn’t smart to do that, and he fucking worried until she was in his arms again. The road to the clubhouse was dark and desolate, and even though he knew every move she made, had GPS on her car, phone, and watched her like a hawk when he could, he still fucking worried. Worried that someone could come take her away from him, worried that someone would try to rob her, worried that she’d come to her senses and realize she’d probably made a mistake in marrying a man who could never really say no to his club. They all counted on him, everybody told him that besides Tyler Blackfoot, he was the most important member, and some days he felt that pressure.

  Today was one of those days and goddamn if he didn’t need to relieve some of it. Only problem was he wasn’t sure how.

  *

  Leaving the salon now, should be at the club in about forty-five minutes. Love you! <3

  Christine waited patiently for Steele to text her back. She’d learned the hard way that leaving without waiting for the text telling her all was clear kind of put him in a bad mood. She had to grin. It wasn’t as if he were telling her what to do or he was controlling. Thank God. She’d had enough of that in her life. He did it from a place of love, a place of wanting to keep her safe and wanting to make her feel secure.

  And secure she felt, because she knew no matter what he’d be watching her back, and if he couldn’t come for her, Jagger would. She had to grin thinking of her brother. She wondered what her sister-in-law was doing to get ready for the Christmas holiday. Deciding she would call her as soon as Steele gave her the okay, she glanced in the mirror.

  Today had been a rough day and it showed. Frowning, she pushed her hands into her hair, fluffing it up a little. When that didn’t work, she grabbed her dry shampoo and held it to her roots, spraying liberally before flipping her head over and letting gravity do the work. When she popped back up, she grinned at her reflection, because she looked like she’d just gone two rounds with her husband.

  Steele. He’d been tense for the last week. She wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but figured it probably had to be the fact he was on high alert, watching all the wives while all the men of the club planned Christmas surprises. A thought hit her, maybe she should plan a Christmas surprise for him.

  Glancing at her phone, she saw he hadn’t texted her back yet, so she had time. Quickly walking to the storefront, she rifled through the lingerie they sold for a local woman. She was new to the business and Christine had agreed to sell some things for her on consignment. They were very well made, sexy without being crude, and from what everyone had said after buying them, they definitely revved a significant other’s engine. She dug through the shelf to see if her size was there, hoping like hell it was. When she landed on one set that was just perfect, she grabbed it and made a mad dash to the bathroom where she took off her clothes and put on the set. She kept an emergency makeup kit in the cabinet for times when she needed to freshen up before going to meet Travis for dinner or going out with friends after work. Grabbing what she needed, she went to work perfecting a smoky eye.

  “You’re a genius, Chris,” she told herself as she applied mascara just as her cell phone beeped with an incoming message.

  You’re good to leave. Love you too.

  Grabbing her coat, she put it on and left the salon. With any luck, Steele wouldn’t know what hit him.

  *

  “How’s it going?” B’s voice reverberated in the car over the Bluetooth speaker system.

  Christine had called her sister-in-law for moral support. She’d never been in your face sexy, not like Bianca had been, and now more than ever she needed to hear this was a good idea. While she’d been gung-ho as she’d left the salon, when her tires started eating up the miles to the clubhouse, she was starting to re-think her plan.

  “It’s going,” Christine answered, gripping the wheel as she went forward with her plan. “Right now I’m on my way to hopefully christen Steele’s cave.”

  “What!” B shrieked through the speakers loud enough it made Christine adjust the volume on the steering wheel.

  “Oh, you heard me,” she felt stupid saying it again.

  “I did hear you,” B yelled. “But I can’t believe you said those words. Ohmigod, does he know?”

  “No! And don’t be texting him, giving him any ideas, either. He’s been really on edge the past week or so, and we keep joking that we’re going to christen the cave, but it never happens. I feel like that would be the Christmas gift to end all Christmas gifts,” she bit her lip as she waited for her Bianca’s reply.

  “Girl, you are going to blow his mind. You’ll have to text me and let me know how it goes.”

  Christine shook her head. She got texts about Bianca and Jagger’s sex life all the time, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to share as much information as Bianca did. “I don’t know if I can do that or not. What if it’s bad?” she asked in a small voice. “What if I’m really bad at seducing him?”

  “Walk in there like you own the fuckin’ place.”

  “But I don’t own it,” she argued. “That’s Travis’ spot. We
all know it. I feel like I’m walking onto some sacred, hallowed ground.”

  Bianca’s voice went lower, fiercer, and Christine could imagine the look of determination on the other woman’s face. “I’m telling you. Walk in there and do what you have to do. Take it and him by the balls. He’ll never be able to look at that chair the same way again.”

  Those words were exactly what Christine needed to hear, the boost of confidence she needed in order to make her plan work and they calmed her nerves enough that she felt excited again.

  “I’m pulling into the clubhouse, so I gotta go, but thank you for the pep talk.”

  “Hey, anytime, what are sisters for? And don’t forget to let me know how it goes.”

  “I’ll talk to you later,” she was careful to ignore the request. Quickly she hung up the phone after telling her goodbye. She got out of her car, squared her shoulders, and walked towards the front door of the clubhouse like she owned it.

  Ready to go take her husband and his room by the balls. Or something like that.

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  Chapter Two

  Steele glanced at the outside camera. He knew Christine should be getting there soon, and breathed a sigh of relief as he watched her get out of her car and make her way to the front door of the clubhouse. He finally felt like he could breathe again. She was in the same building with him and he didn’t have to worry about her being on the road or downtown by herself. Clicking on the other cameras he made sure everyone was in for the night, ready to spend a few hours with his lady.

  As he was about to shut the computer down, he heard a small knock on the door. He left it half ajar most days because he didn’t want to be disturbed, but wanted people to feel like they could come in if they needed to. He’d know that knock anywhere though.