A Heaven Hill Christmas

by Laramie Briscoe

  His eyes found Charity as she worked the room. The tears from earlier were gone, and she smiled brightly as she held a glass of wine in her hand. She was in her element here, letting her personality shine through. He could tell by the way other people nodded and smiled at her, they enjoyed speaking with her. While some men would probably feel a little intimidated by the fact, he enjoyed it. Loved it, even. It was important for him to know Charity was happy. Working, and helping other people made her happy. He would never take that away from her.

  Tipping back his bottle of beer, he smiled at her when their eyes met. She gave him a loopy smile back and he knew she was close to her limit. He chuckled and downed the rest of his beer, putting money on the counter before pushing off his stool and walking over to where she stood.

  “Are you okay? I feel like I’ve abandoned you,” she put her free arm around his waist, hugging him to her.

  “I’m good, you haven’t abandoned me at all. I’m enjoying watching you flit around the room like the social butterfly you try to pretend you’re not.”

  She laughed. Her eyes bright, her cheeks red, he could tell she was feeling good.

  “I always worried if I let myself be social like that, people would think I was like my mom.”

  They barely ever talked about Jasmine’s days as a stripper. She’d started doing some work with CRISIS over the years, and even though she still dressed a little like Gemma Teller, she loved her new role as Grandma. For the most part. Okay, she lied about her age, but both he and Charity let her indulge in the fake number.

  “No one would ever mistake you for her,” Drew kissed her on the forehead.

  “Not that there’s anything wrong with what she did,” she was quick to say.

  Drew lightly gripped her neck. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I was there, remember? A lot of things were said to you because of who she was and what she did. But that doesn’t mean you can’t go out and have a good time. I’m here to make sure nobody gives you a hard time.”

  “Yeah,” she licked her lips, leaning into him. Once she was close to his ear, he felt her breath wash over the lobe. “My knight in shining armor.”

  She really was drunk. She was flirting. “You flirting with me?”

  “What if I am?” she took the last swallow in her wine glass and set it on a tray as a waiter walked by. “I know I haven’t done it in a long time, but I’m not bad at it am I?” She frowned up at him.

  Drew couldn’t help the grin covering his face. She’d furrowed her brow so hard she had a wrinkle in her forehead. Reaching up, he smoothed it out. “No babe, trust me. You definitely know how to flirt and you look hot doing it.”

  He took a moment to appreciate the dress they’d finally decided on. Ignoring the fact they were at a Christmas party, he’d convinced her to wear the sexiest little black dress he’d ever seen. It accentuated her curves, thrust her boobs out, and the edges of it skimmed just above her knees. She wore red high heels and he couldn’t wait to see if those would later be wrapped around his waist.

  “You wanna get out of here?” he asked, tipping his head towards the door.

  “Like go back to our room?” she blurted out, louder than she meant to, because she quickly moved the palm of her hand over her mouth.

  “Yeah,” he chuckled. “Back to our room.”

  They gazed at each other for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she nodded and let him take her hand, leading her out of the party.

  *

  Charity’s heart beat a fast rhythm as she let Drew take the lead. She was beyond nervous, which was so weird because they were married. She’d lost her virginity to him, he’d done things to and seen parts of her that no one besides her OBGYN had ever seen. She couldn’t figure out why she was nervous. It could possibly be because she was a little tipsy.

  Before tonight, she hadn’t had a drink in over a year and a half. She’d been pregnant and then she’d been breastfeeding. She didn’t subscribe to the pump and dump way of breastfeeding, so she’d gone balls to the wall, like she did everything else, and had stayed away from anything that could have hurt her girls.

  Tonight though, Mama was gonna have a good time.

  Stumbling slightly as they exited the building, Drew grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in so their chests met. Her soft one crushed against his hard one. She couldn’t stop from lifting up on her tiptoes – even in the high heels – and planting a kiss on his lips.

  The kiss was more than she’d bargained for from the moment their lips met. With twin daughters it was difficult to get time alone, for a few seconds, much less for long enough to have private time. It wasn’t to say they hadn’t worked it out, but it was difficult. And lately they’d wanted sleep more than they’d wanted quiet time. Priorities had shifted, that happened with life, but tonight she wanted to make him her top priority. They needed to be their own number ones for a few hours.

  His tongue caressed hers as he pressed her against the wall of the commerce building. They’d stumbled until her back hit the brick of the exterior. She shoved her fingers through his hair, holding his mouth to hers, wanting to take every bit she could. When they couldn’t breathe any longer, she pulled away. Her eyes were closed as she licked her lips, massaging his neck. “I brought lingerie to the room for tonight.”

  He growled, his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed roughly. “You planned this?”

  She let her head fall to his shoulder. “I wouldn’t call it a plan, exactly. I kind of hoped the two of us would have some alone time, but I’ve learned to not plan.”

  He laughed so hard she felt it reverberate against her in his chest. She giggled along with him. The one time they’d actually planned alone time, they hadn’t wanted to ask anyone to watch the twins because they hadn’t wanted to admit why they needed a babysitter. Drew had lit candles, she’d gotten ready and as soon as things got hot and heavy with them, both girls had woken up, screaming like they were dying. Life with twin babies was busy-busy and they both had to be able to shift into action mode at a moment’s notice.

  They’d never planned another night again.

  “All right,” he pulled her to his side as they walked across the street to the hotel. “Then let’s get on with our non-plan.”

  She took a second to text Tatum – checking in on the girls – and when she received verification they were alive and doing well in the form of pictures, she let him lead her into their room.

  “You sit right there,” she pointed to the edge of the bed. “I’ll be out soon.”

  He nodded. “I’ll be waiting on ya. Not like I’ll be going anywhere without you.”

  Charity held his gaze as she backed into the bathroom, throwing him what she hoped was a hot look. As she closed the door, her heart started pounding in her chest. Did she still have it in her to seduce her husband? God she hoped so.

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  Chapter Three

  Drew got up and shimmied out of his pants and dress shirt. If Charity was getting ready to seduce him, he’d get ready to seduce her, too. Leaving his boxers on, he scooted up so he sat back against the headboard. Folding his hands behind his head, he leaned back … relaxing for the first time in ages.

  It felt like it had been years since he’d been able to fully let his guard down. All the time at home, he was listening for one of the girls to cry, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Whether it be a trip to the doctor, or to the twenty-four-hour grocery because they ran out of something.

  He yawned loudly, his jaw popping as he shook his head. Glancing at his watch, he saw Charity had been in the bathroom for going on twenty minutes. Women needed time to primp, even ones who always looked good, he rationalized. Yawning again, he contemplated shutting his eyes for just a few minutes. He was so damn tired, and it wouldn’t be awful if he did. He’d wake up as soon as he heard the bathroom door open when she came out. They both needed a night of debauchery and neither one of them would miss it for anything.

 
; But his eyelids were so heavy, and he was just going to rest them for a couple of minutes.

  No way he’d actually fall asleep, not with the promise of hotel sex on the horizon.

  *

  Charity was freaking out, she realized, as she stood in the bathroom. She faced the mirror, trying to calm her breathing, which was approaching full-blown hyperventilation.

  “He’s your husband. He’s seen you at your best, at your worst, and whatever the fuck this is,” she argued with herself as she tried to suck her stomach in again. Looking at herself from the side hadn’t been the best idea she ever had.

  Now she was starting to doubt herself. This would go okay? Right? She wouldn’t fall on her face trying to seduce her husband. Hell, it felt like it’d been so long, he’d probably not even really get started before she was orgasming all over the place, that sure wasn’t a bad thing. Leaning into the mirror, she sucked her cheeks in, rubbed them to get some color there, and fluffed her hair one more time.

  This was as good as it was gonna get, and the baby doll top she wore hid the stomach that made her feel so self-conscious. The stretch marks had started to fade, just like everyone had told her they would but still, she didn’t feel she was at her best. Squaring her shoulders, she knew she had to get over this and these feelings of inadequacy. If Drew were to be believed; she was doing this to herself.

  She put her hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened it. “Hey hot stuff,” she smiled widely as she entered the main living area.

  She’d been prepared for the sweet words of her husband, the dirty words of the bad boy he’d been when they were teenagers, or even the carefully correct responses he’d learned to make when she’d gotten so self-conscious about her body.

  What she hadn’t been prepared for? The sight of her husband in nothing but his boxers, leaning against the headboard and fast asleep She had to laugh, because really, what else was there to do?

  Part of her was relieved as she moved around the bed, grabbing the cover that lay at the foot. He had to be cold, and even if he wasn’t now, he would be later. Putting it over his body, she leaned in and kissed him on the forehead.

  Her heart soared when he tilted his head into her touch. Reaching out in his sleep, he grabbed her hand. She couldn’t resist reaching for his face, letting her palm caress the rough hair there. Drew didn’t always have a full-beard, but he always had a five-o’clock shadow. It was one of the things she loved most about him. When he’d come up to her and put his arms around her from behind, she could feel the sandpaper scrape against her shoulder and she was home.

  Pulling back, she walked around to her side of the bed, climbed in, turned the light out, and covered herself with the blanket. All that nervousness for nothing. She shrugged, at least she’d be able to get a full night’s sleep, and not having to worry about the girls. It would be a good sleep.

  Her life was great, even if her husband did fall asleep on the edge of mind-blowing, hotel room sex.

  *

  How could he have fallen asleep? Drew was pissed at himself. When he’d woken up a few minutes ago, it’d taken him a while to get his bearings. The last thing he remembered was being prepared for some crazy sexytimes with Charity. How the fuck had he gotten covered up and why in the world was she lying beside him, fast asleep in the hottest nightgown he’d seen on her in over a year.

  What the fuck had happened?

  The last thing he remembered was thinking it’d be a great idea to rest his eyes for just a minute. Yeah, fuck that, he never should have given into the temptation. One temptation, however, he couldn’t resist was right beside him in the bed. Sometime in the night, she’d turned onto her back and kicked the covers off. There was nothing standing between him and the pussy he loved except for a small scrap of satin. The barrier didn’t stand a chance.

  Getting off the bed, he situated himself, taking off his boxers before getting on all fours and crawling up. With his shoulders, he spread her legs wider, opening her up to his gaze in the muted light of the room. Pushing the satin aside, he wasted no time diving in. Using his tongue and teeth against her, he dug his fingers into her thighs, holding her as she tried to close around his head.

  “Drew, what the hell?” she sat almost straight up, moaning when she saw him between her thighs.

  Releasing the suction he had on her core, he glanced up at her. “If you have to ask, I’ve lost my fucking touch.”

  “No,” she leaned back, pushing her fingers through his hair. “You haven’t lost your touch at all.”

  That was good to hear. While she was worried about her body, he was worried about making sure she was taken care of. It was harder than he’d imagined it would be. The things he’d done before they’d been parents had been second nature to him. Now there wasn’t time for him to stop and get her flowers on the way home, he couldn’t draw her a bath and let her relax. If both girls started crying, she’d get up and not let him handle it. That had to stop – there were two babies and two of them, he’d make sure Charity shared the parent gig with him more evenly from now on. Keeping her from being exhausted was better than flowers nowadays.

  Tonight though, he’d make sure she’d know how much she was appreciated.

  *

  Charity had needed this even more than she realized. She’d been holding herself so tightly on a day-to-day basis she didn’t know how to relax anymore. But God, Drew was doing a damn good job of showing her what she’d been missing.

  “Oh God,” she threw her heard back, arching into his mouth, arching into his tongue, gasping harshly as he did a circle thing he’d never done before. “Where did you learn that?”

  He chuckled, his breath warm. “I still have tricks you haven’t seen yet baby,” he mumbled before sliding a finger into her body.

  Charity hissed. Since she’d had the girls and it’d been longer than they cared to admit since they’d had sex, she’d gotten tighter. The invasion wasn’t exactly pleasurable and she did her best not to move further up the bed, away from his attention.

  “Just give me a sec babe, I’ll make it feel good,” his eyes met hers as he watched her.

  “Okay,” she licked her lips, trying to slow down her breathing. “I’ll relax.”

  “You relax and let me do the work. That’s all you gotta do.” His voice was earnest in wanting her to enjoy herself.

  That wasn’t fair and she knew it, but if he was telling her he wanted to worship her. She was good with all of that.

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  Chapter Four

  Charity was so fucking tight on his finger he was afraid he was going to come before he even got his cock near her. She was so ripe for this, so ready, and he wanted to be the one to give it to her. He could feel the way her body was strung tight like a bow.

  He was the same way, if truth be told. He wanted to make her scream, wanted to make her hoarse and he wanted to hear it. He didn’t want her having to hold anything in fear of waking someone up in their household. It was one of the major things he’d been missing since they’d become parents. Their lives hadn’t revolved around this and they’d had to learn other ways to connect but it was a huge part of their relationship. While he loved her and it didn’t matter to him how he connected with her, he was honest enough to admit that he’d missed this.

  Without thinking about it, he was shoving himself against the mattress, grinding against the cool sheets. God, it felt good to grind his hot cock against them, and to have his mouth on her? He needed it more than he needed to live sometimes, and to have it tonight all for him? It was a heady kind of turn on, one he hadn’t had in such a long fucking time.

  “I love you,” her broken voice moaned as he curled his finger, using his tongue to tease her clit. “You keep doing that and I’m gonna come.”

  Those were the best words he’d ever heard from her lips. He wanted her to, wanted to feel it wash all over him, wanted her smell in his nostrils, wanted her nail marks down his back. “Don’t be shy honey,” he enco
uraged her. “If you love me, give it to me.”

  She loved nothing more than a challenge. He felt her tighten against him again as her hips started rocking to a beat only she heard. He tightened his fingers on her thighs, holding her as still as he could. Her fingers yanked on his hair as her voice broke again.

  “Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”

  There was no way he’d stop. Instead he doubled up on his efforts, gently inserting another finger and double-timing his tongue. The sounds in the room were almost vulgar as she shoved against his mouth and he took it, thrusting his fingers further up inside her.

  His jaw ached and his forearm was at an odd angle, but damned if he was going to stop, especially when she began chanting his name like he was a god.

  “Right there!” she twisted her body, pulling on his hair so hard he almost yelled himself, but he stayed with her as she rode out the orgasm against his face.

  *

  Charity lay back against her pillow, a hand to her chest, because she wasn’t sure she wasn’t going to have a damn heart attack.

  “Andrew Walker, I think you just about killed me,” she giggled, covering her face with her hand.

  “I hope you stay alive long enough to take care of this raging hard-on I have,” he moved up her body, burying his face in her neck.

  She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned when she felt the tip of his cock nudging against the soft tissues of her core. Her body felt like mush. He had completely obliterated her, if someone asked her right now, she wasn’t sure she could tell them what her birthday was. Reaching down, she pulled her panties down, unhooking them through one leg. That’s all she needed to get the range of motion she wanted.

  “While I love this lace bra, silky nightgown top thing you’re wearing.”

  “It’s satin,” she interrupted him, smiling when he nipped at her neck.

  “It’s in my fucking way, and it’s about to go away.”

  At least he warned her, she thought as she felt the material give way with a few well-placed tugs by him. She loved when he went all he-man on her, ripping off her clothes. As sexist as it probably was, it made her wetter than anything else he did to her.