A Heaven Hill Christmas

by Laramie Briscoe

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  Chapter Four

  The moan she released when Tyler slid home caused Meredith to open her eyes wide and giggle. “I hope I didn’t wake the kids up,” she tried to whisper, but it didn’t come out that way.

  He smiled tightly, hoping like hell she hadn’t woken them up. He wasn’t sure he could stop, even if one of them came through the door. “If you did, they might have to wait a few minutes before they come barging in here. I don’t see myself stopping, you feel way too good right now.”

  Giving him a saucy grin, Meredith threw down the gauntlet. “A few minutes?”

  “You were the one saying I was an old man last night. Better hope I can keep it up longer than that,” he shoved extra deep inside her, causing her to put her hand over her own mouth to hide an even louder moan this time.

  Sex with Tyler was usually so all-consuming, so loud, so animalistic, that they tried to do it only when the kids weren’t around. Neither one of them liked to censor themselves, but today, they both needed to feel one another more than they needed to be quiet. Some nights, they’d wait until the kids were asleep and go out on their own back porch – didn’t matter the season or temperature – and just enjoy one another without having to worry. This wasn’t one of those times.

  Thrusting back against her husband, she grabbed the edge of the bed, hoping he wouldn’t push her off, and when he buried his face in her neck? Dear Jesus, it was the sexiest thing to feel the gusts of his breath against her skin.

  “You feel so fuckin’ good,” he ground out, nipping her skin with his teeth.

  His hand gripped her thigh tighter, widening the space in between them. She felt like she was open as she’d ever been, wasn’t sure how her thighs could spread any wider, but she wanted to try. She wanted to be anything and everything Tyler needed, and everything she needed too.

  If he only knew how good he felt. She’d given up trying to describe the feelings he evoked in her body with words. Being loved by Tyler Blackfoot was a religious experience, given the fact she said God, yes! so often. But she couldn’t give voice to those words today, she knew if she started talking, she’d definitely have a child in the room before they were done. There was only one thing she wanted more than her orgasm, and that was his. He wasn’t an early morning lover and knowing he’d woken her up like this was extra exciting, given the fact it didn’t happen very often.

  “Damn Ty,” she grasped hold of the edge of the mattress as he held her hips. Her knuckles were white as she braced herself, holding her body tight, trying to stop him from thrusting her into the floor. “You’re gonna fuck me off the bed and then what are we gonna do when we make that racket?”

  “What a way to go,” he kept thrusting, moving her every time. “I can’t get fucking deep enough, you feel so good.”

  Making a decision that wasn’t a light one on her part, she started to turn, ending up on her knees with her face in their pillows. She wanted him to give into the primal part of his personality that made him want to rut on her like this. It turned her on as much as it turned him on, but if she worried about falling off the bed, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy it as much.

  He stopped immediately. He’d always stopped immediately when he got the feeling she wasn’t into it. Sometimes he made those decisions himself and they were assumptions; other times it was because he could sense it in her body, in the way she held herself. “Mer, you don’t have to do that.”

  Looking back at him she shook her head. She knew she didn’t have to but she wanted to, more than she’d ever wanted it before. In the early morning light, she wanted to feel his strength, wanted to give herself over to him and let him be in charge of her pleasure. Wanted to give her entire body over to him and express herself whichever way she wanted to. “No, it feels good, trust me. And with my face in the pillows, I can scream as loud as I want.”

  He didn’t quite believe her and she could tell when he started taking it easier on her, not thrusting as hard. His rhythm faltered and she got pissed at him, ticked off that he hadn’t really listened to what she’d told him. She wanted him to take her, wanted him to let himself go as much as she wanted to let herself go. It was important they do this sometimes, and today she was giving them permission to do it.

  If only he stopped taking it fucking easy on her.

  “Either take me like you were, or I’ll do it myself,” she moved her hand down her body, ready to take control of her own pleasure.

  Tyler made a noise deep in his throat. “I don’t think so, doll.”

  He took her hand, pushing it above her head and when she thrust back against him, he gave her what she wanted. What they both wanted. What they needed, and she couldn’t help but let a small smile escape.

  Able to finally give voice to her feelings, Meredith screamed into her pillow, feeling her body tighten against his as he added a twist to the end of his thrust. There was something about the way he knew how to play her body. No one had ever given her as much pleasure as he had, had ever known exactly what she needed like he did, and she was lucky every day he’d fallen in love with her. Sometimes she wasn’t sure why he had, but damn if she wasn’t grateful.

  “Goddamn baby,” he spoke roughly, licking his lips as sweat poured down his face. What had been strong thrusts were starting to falter, and his rhythm was becoming haphazard. His finesse wasn’t there like it had been, and she knew before he spoke the words. “Here it comes.”

  And as she felt the heat of his orgasm, it pushed her over the edge. His body crashed into hers and she felt as if she were breaking apart as her body shuddered and shivered. She screamed so loudly into the fabric of the pillow, her throat was sore when she was done. She felt broken, like parts her were laying along the roadside, and it would take a few minutes to put her back together again. This was the feeling she had every time they came together, and damn if it wasn’t like a drug. As soon as she had it, she wanted it again. Breathing heavily, they lay against each other in the big bed. Meredith turned her head so she could look him in the eye and gave him a wink.

  “How was that for cardio?”

  He grasped her in his arms, kissing her forehead. Moving his hands up and down her sides, he tried to console her, because he felt like he needed to. He was as broken and as shattered as she was. A love like theirs was enough to wreck them both. Luckily they both loved the crash. Not many people had this kind of connection with their significant other and they both knew it. They’d keep this for as long as they could. He smiled at her. “You’ll always be my favorite cardio.”

  She opened her mouth to say something else when they heard Caelin on the baby monitor. Both of them grinned ruefully at each other.

  Meredith sighed, pushing back the covers he’d pulled over them only minutes before. She wished with everything she had that they could lounge around a little while longer, basking in the afterglow of one of the best orgasms she’d had in months. She cleared her throat, which was still sore and felt raw from the way she’d abused her vocal chords. She kissed his pec muscle, wrinkling her nose. She loved her kids and would do anything for them, but she wished just this once they’d sleep late and let mom and dad hang out. Instead, she got up, grabbing for the long shirt she’d been wearing.

  He watched as she grabbed up a pair of his boxer shorts, putting them on.

  “You ruined my panties, I expect more for Christmas.”

  He shot her a grin, one that told her she’d get anything she asked for.

  Shaking her head at him, she headed for the door, shaking her ass. “Duty calls.”

  And it did, no matter how much they wanted to spend the next few hours alone together.

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  Chapter Five

  Tyler enjoyed the quiet of his home for the full five minutes he would get it today. Mer had just packed up the kids and headed to Jagger’s to hang with B, while Jagger was on his way to their house, so he could help put together toys. Mountains and mountains of toys.

  Toys.


  Something he’d never thought he’d have to deal with in his life. After they’d gotten together, he’d had his five-year or ten-year plans but he’d never believed that he and Meredith would be lucky enough to have children. It still freaked him out slightly. More than slightly. But looking around the living room, he knew he wouldn’t trade them for anything. He’d watched as his family drove down their driveway out onto the road, and then waited a few minutes to make sure they weren’t coming back before he started dragging out boxes of toys that needed to be put together.

  They’d gone overboard and they knew it, but at the same time, they both knew Meredith would be able to take the toys the kids didn’t play with much to CRISIS; that was the only way they could justify the amount of money they’d spent. Opening the door to the closet where they’d shoved everything out of sight, he sighed deeply. This was going to take at least all afternoon, if not another day. He really hoped he and Jagger could get this all done in one day, because he wasn’t sure he had the patience for more than one. While he liked working with his hands, on grown-up sized stuff, his hands were just too big to mess with little kids toys for long. As he dragged the last box out into the living room, he heard Jagger’s familiar knock at the front door. Nobody knocked like him, it was almost as if he were beating a rhythm on a drum.

  “C’mon in,” he yelled as he finished pulling the last box out, breathing a little heavy because that one weighed more than the rest. He glanced around his living room, wondering what this looked like to Jagger.

  Jagger stepped into the living room, shrugging off his jacket and cut, placing them on the couch as he whistled between his teeth. “Holy fuck.”

  “I know,” Tyler shook his head ruefully. “It’s like Toys R Us threw up in here, isn’t it?”

  Jagger pushed his long-sleeve shirt up to his elbows and nodded. “Did you leave anything in the damn store for anyone else?”

  Tyler flipped him a middle finger before he had a seat and opened one of the boxes. Grabbing his tools closer, he raised his eyes to Jagger. “You here to bitch or help?”

  Pushing back and forth between his feet, Jagger grinned. “I was here to help until I saw the sheer amount of stuff.”

  Glaring, Tyler grabbed a pair of scissors to open the package inside the box. “Sit the fuck down and come on.”

  Jagger looked like he wanted to complain, but Tyler knew he was just busting his balls. Jagger wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be and secretly Tyler thought his friend enjoyed this kind of stuff. It made him wonder if maybe he was ready to take the next step in his relationship with Bianca.

  Figuring he’d phrase it as more a statement than a question, Tyler went for it. “You just wait until you and B decide to have kids. You’ll do stupid shit, like buy the whole damn store out in the hopes it’ll make them happy.”

  Jagger situated himself on the floor and reached for his own box. He was thoughtful as he opened it, and went about looking at the directions. “I don’t know about that.”

  Tyler was quiet for a few moments because he wasn’t sure what Jagger meant by the words. Instead of assuming, he asked this time. “Buying out the whole store, or having the kids?”

  “No,” Jagger glanced up, looking the older man in the eye. “Having the kids. B and I have talked about it a few times, but we’ve never come to any sort of agreement. I kind of get the feeling neither one of us thinks it’s a must have in our relationship. You know she’s with kids all day, almost every day, and I get my fix with all the procreation going on around the clubhouse.”

  “Well, is it a must have for you?” Tyler asked, stopping what he was doing as he watched his friend. This seemed to be heavy stuff, perhaps a conversation Jagger had needed to have for a while, and everyone had been too wrapped up in their own shit to see it.

  Jagger seemed to struggle with what he wanted to say for a few seconds, but then his voice was strong as he answered.

  “B and I are solid, as solid as we’ve ever been,” he was careful with the way he phrased the next part. “A kid doesn’t seem like it would make that much of a difference, and I honestly couldn’t see us having a child just for the sake of having a child. If she wants one, then I would love to give her one, but it’s not the all-consuming need I thought it would be once I got a ring on her finger. If that makes sense.”

  “It does,” Tyler got up on his knees as he continued putting together the kitchen that would be for Addie. Both he and Meredith hoped it would keep the little girl out of the real kitchen and satisfy her imagination. Twice they’d found her trying to get eggs out of the fridge and crack them. Once she’d somehow managed to worm her way up onto the counter and turn the oven on. “I think you and B have a relationship where it’s not going to matter either way. She loves you, you love her. Kids don’t make or break either one of you and it’s not like you got together just to have kids. You were solid as hell to start out with, and those are the best kind of relationships to have. You’re friends and lovers, you have a good time regardless. If it’s not something you feel as if you need to have, then don’t do it just because others think you have to have it. That’s fuckin’ stupid.”

  Jagger laughed, not able to keep the smile from his face. Times had gotten busier at the club and they all weren’t able to hang out like this very often. He wasn’t too much of an alpha male to say he missed it. There were times he needed these older guys to give him advice to help his marriage, help his life. It didn’t matter that he’d had to come to Tyler today. He’d go to any of them if they ever needed help. No questions asked – just like Tyler hadn’t balked on giving him the answers he sought. “The wise words of Tyler Blackfoot.”

  “Damn straight,” he grinned over at the younger man. Out of all the other guys in the club, he thought Jagger had it together. He’d had a rough childhood, and maybe he didn’t want to put that on a child of his own. Tyler wasn’t sure if Jagger was seeking someone to give him affirmation that his decisions were okay or not, but Tyler would never fault the guy for wanting to make the best choice for his family. “And if you don’t have kids, I can always count on your help with birthdays and Christmas. Because fuck, if every birthday and Christmas is like this for the next ten years or more, I’m gonna need you, man. Possibly more than just you – hell, anyone who wants to come help.”

  Jagger laughed loudly. He didn’t bother to tell Tyler he’d help him whether he had kids or not. That was the kind of man Tyler was, he encouraged the guys when they needed it and he let them know that it was okay to go their own way, too. It was one of the reasons none of them questioned the big man when he asked for help with something. If Tyler Blackfoot asked for help, it meant he trusted you, and it meant he would be there for you the minute you called.

  All of them wanted to be that friend with him, and not for the first time, Jagger was damn proud to realize he was.

  “What are you over there smiling about?” Tyler growled as he tried to put a small screw in a piece of plastic, cursing when his big fingers didn’t allow it to be an easy execution.

  “Nothing.”

  “Fuck,” he breathed through his nose. “If I’m gonna be doing this, I’m gonna need a cigarette and a drink,” Tyler shoved his hair back from his face. “And a motherfuckin’ hair tie.”

  Jagger watched as he got up from his spot on the floor, grumbling as he went in search of all the things he’d said he needed. Grinning, Jagger laughed. There was no one else in the world like Tyler Blackfoot.

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  Chapter Six

  Meredith rubbed herself up against his side, pushing onto her tiptoes to speak in his ear. He was so tall that she had to grip his shoulders and hold herself up there long enough so she could speak. “We’ve gotta get them to bed, otherwise we won’t have enough time to set out the Santa gifts.”

  Tyler glanced at the clock just over Meredith’s head and was surprised at the time. She was right, it was much later than he’d thought it was. “When did it get to be almost ten o’c
lock?”

  She laughed affectionately, wondering the same thing. “I have no idea! Between making cookies for Santa, Addie dragging you outside to put out reindeer food, and Caelin coloring a picture for the elves, it’s been a busy night.”

  She felt every one of those activities tonight, too. Her eyes were dry and she wanted nothing more than to go lay in bed and take a power nap. She knew they wouldn’t be able too, though, because as soon as her head hit the pillow… without a doubt, she’d be fast asleep. Being a parent was hard work, but she hadn’t realized how much until she’d become a parent herself. “I’ll go ahead and get them in bed if you want to start everything else?”

  She felt Tyler allow his hand to slip over her hip, down to the curve of her ass. He squeezed it gently before he dipped his head, brushing a kiss along her jaw. “You get Caelin in the bed, I’ll get Addie settin’ out cookies and by the time he’s gone down, she’ll be ready to go.”

  Divide and conquer? Her man was smart as hell. “Sounds like a great idea. Meet you back here in fifteen?” She’d have to remind herself not to make a stop off at their bedroom and take a small laydown in their bed.

  He smacked his hand against her ass, giving her that bad boy grin of his. “Don’t be late.”

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  “Daddy, will Santa weally eat these cookies?”