A Heaven Hill Christmas

by Laramie Briscoe

  “I don’t wanna hurt you,” his voice was garbled as he took one of her nipples in his mouth.

  She’d stopped breastfeeding a few weeks before, but they were still very sore, and she cried out.

  “You okay?” he asked, an apologetic look on his face.

  Charity nodded grasping around his neck. “I’m good, just be careful with them. They’re still sensitive.”

  His look become reverent and instead of his teeth, he used his tongue. The soothing coolness of the circular motion he used was enough to make her feel moisture flood her again. Taking her hand down their bodies, she encircled his length, rubbing the tip with her thumb.

  She could feel his answering wetness and it turned her on more than she remembered it ever turning her on. Maybe it was because they were close, they were actually going to do this. She was going to feel him inside her again.

  “Put me inside you,” he spoke against her tit, watched her with the hottest eyes she’d ever seen.

  Grasping hold of him, she fed his length into her core, sighing as he seated himself all the way in. “It’s so full,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist.

  “If that means I’m huge, thank you,” he joked. “I know I’m girthy.”

  She giggled. “Drew, you know you’re the best I’ve ever had. You don’t need me to tell you that.”

  “Oh but sometimes it’s nice to hear, especially when I have such a hot piece of ass underneath me.”

  She gasped when he withdrew and thrust up into her body. Meeting him, she bore down on him, tightening against his invasion, not wanting to let him go. Together they moved in an age-old rhythm; one they had perfected with each other after being lovers for so long. When she gasped, he knew why, when she whined, he knew exactly what she needed. Charity knew she’d never give up them for anything. She loved her life with Drew, loved the fact he could turn her inside out with the thrust of his hips. Loved the sharp intake of breath he rewarded her with when she dug her feet into his ass.

  “You are so fucking warm,” he whispered next to her ear.

  He held himself in a push up position as he swung his hips into hers. She could feel him hardening, feel him lengthening, and after the amazing orgasm she’d had earlier, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to have another.

  “Let it go, Drew, I know you want to,” she whispered into his ear, letting him know it was okay if he wanted to be selfish.

  “You sure?”

  “So fucking serious,” she answered, angling her head so she could easily take his earlobe in her mouth. If there was one thing her husband loved, it was to have his earlobes played with. Feeling the coolness of his earring, she grasped the edge of skin and bite hard enough she knew he’d feel the sting.

  “Fuckin’ hell,” he ground out between gritted teeth.

  That southern accent was coming out, and she knew she had him. “Give it to me, Drew. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

  Those words were what he needed as he slammed home, before pulling out and slamming back. Charity watched as he grasped the headboard with one hand, his knuckles white against his grip, helping leverage himself against her. It was maybe the hottest thing she’d ever seen him do. She decided to tell him so.

  “You grabbing the headboard is the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen. Use it, Drew, let it help you get deeper into me. C’mon,” she pushed her own hand up against the headboard, thrusting up against him.

  “Fuck, I can’t get close enough to you,” he dropped his head before throwing it back against his shoulders. “Feels so fucking good, so fucking dirty compared to how we’ve been doing this.”

  “It is,” she encouraged him. “This is what we’ve needed,” she scraped her nails down his back. “Now give it to me.”

  Those were the words he needed. She felt him explode inside her, felt the harder thrust against her hip bones. As he lazily stroked in and out of her, she was gripped by an unexpected flash of pleasure.

  It could have been minutes or hours later, but they lay together, each stroking the other’s hair.

  Drew’s voice was contemplative as he stroked her hair. “There’s something I wanna talk to you about, and I just want you to listen. I understand you’re Ms. Independent for the most part, and I love that about you, but you’ve got to stop pushing me out of helping you.”

  She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off, sticking his finger in front of her lips.

  “No, I’m serious. The girls are mine just as much as they’re yours. I’ve let you do everything because I didn’t know how to step in and help, but I’m sick of seeing you so tired and watching you run yourself into the ground. It’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to me. I can handle it. They kind of like me,” he winked. “Harley more than Justice, but that’s to be expected.”

  She laughed, groaning at the same time. “I want to prove to everyone I can do this. Everybody told me I couldn’t work and have the kids too.”

  “Then prove it to everybody else, but babe, I’m your husband. I’m your partner in life. Share in with me, and prove the fuckers wrong.”

  She was quiet as she thought about what he was saying – and he let her be. Charity always had to go through the important stuff in her head. When she’d been quiet for long enough, he shifted, jostling her.

  “So I’m thinking,” Drew spoke. “Maybe every year at the Chamber Christmas Party we get a hotel room? If it’s gonna be like this, I’m totally down for it.”

  She giggled against his throat, nodding enthusiastically. “It’ll always be our Christmas gift to each other. Time to ourselves, away from everyone else, working on our relationship.”

  He yawned, tightening his arms around her. “Sounds good to me.”

  Charity smiled against him. It sounded good to her too. “Maybe next time you won’t ruin my lingerie.”

  He gave her a smile kiss against her lips. “New rule. You wear only lingerie you want ripped off when we get this hotel room.”

  Seeing the twinkle in his eye was her favorite thing in the world. She could definitely get behind this Christmas gift.

  Remy & Tatum

  Authors Note: Trust the process…….

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  Chapter One

  “Do you wanna go shorter?”

  Tatum Walker watched as Christine Steele lifted up the ends of her dark hair, trying to envision what Christine wanted to do. Try as she might, she couldn’t picture it. How would it make her look? Would it make her more grown up, more desirable? Change didn’t frighten her, but other people’s reactions to changes – especially ones she made – sometimes did. It was always important to weigh the pros and cons. Her dad had taught her that lesson.

  “How short are we talkin’? I’ve had long hair for most of my life, I’m not sure I’d know what to do with shorter hair. How to style it or anything.”

  Christine sighed and turned the chair Tatum sat in so that they faced one another. Staring her down until Tatum’s eyes met hers, she gave her a pat on the hand and talked to her woman-to-woman. “The reason you’re here to get your hair done a week before the club Christmas Party isn’t because you just finally had the time to do it, am I right? This isn’t some Christmas gift someone’s buying you and I don’t think for a second you woke up this morning and were ready for a change as so many women like to say. Let’s be honest with ourselves here, Tate.”

  Tatum squirmed under the older woman’s scrutiny, lowering her eyes to her hands. Her fingertips were freshly coated with a dark grey on her nails, to go with the same color on her feet. Normally when it was time to get her hair done, she came with her mom and older sister. This year, she had her own money since starting to work at Walker’s Wheels during the summer after she’d graduated high school. It was kind of stupid, she had to admit to herself as she tried to work out in her own mind what she was doing and why.

  Since turning eighteen earlier in the year, she’d been slowly making changes in her life. Changes she hoped would get the a
ttention of Remington Sawyer – better known to everyone else in the club as Remy. They weren’t huge changes because even at her age, Tatum knew who she was. Sometimes she made stupid decisions to prove a point, she came by her dad’s stubborn gene honestly, but she’d never done anything that she hadn’t wanted to do.

  She’d never gone through that stage as a young teenager where she was finding herself, or doing things to fit in with another crowd. Addie, Mandy, and her mom would always be her closest friends. The people she’d go to when she was in trouble would always be her Aunt Roni or her Aunt Meredith, and when she needed a hug there was no one better to call than her dad or her big brother Drew. These are all things she’d never doubted. These were things she’d known since she was old enough to realize how fortunate she was to have the family she did.

  Now she wanted something for herself. She wanted something of her own, something she’d chosen. And that choice was Remy Sawyer. More than anything she wanted him to look at her like a woman and not like a kid. He’d called her kiddo more times than she could count, mostly in front of other people, and it grated on her nerves more than she’d ever let on.

  On one hand, she would take anything he gave her, because she could build on it. Nobody told Tatum Walker no, and it was about time he realized that. Sure, if he wasn’t really interested, she’d let it go, but Remy was. She knew it. On the other hand, she wasn’t a little girl anymore. Her eyes met Christine’s and she gave a small smile. “You’re right.”

  “So let me make sure I understand what you want to do here. You’re finally eighteen, you have your own cash, and your mom and Mandy aren’t here to be in your business. You want to make a change so Remy will look at you like an adult. Did I get it right?”

  Tatum hated that she was so transparent when it came to Remy, but at twenty-four he had it in his mind he was too old for her. Anytime they had a moment – and there had been a few – he pulled away for months. Which was why they hadn’t had one after she’d worked up the nerve to kiss him on her birthday. She was sick of tip-toeing around him and their obvious attraction to each other. If there was anything her family had taught her, it was to go after what she wanted. And Remy? She’d wanted him since she’d known what it was to get butterflies in her stomach when someone of the opposite sex looked at her. There wasn’t one thing she didn’t like about him, there wasn’t one feeling he didn’t give her. Whenever she looked at him, she felt it all.

  “Okay,” Tatum blew out a deep breath, not sure what she was getting into. “Work your magic. I’m ready.”

  Christine flashed her an excited smile. She turned Tatum around, grabbing her dark hair in one hand, cutting it off at her shoulders. “Prepare to knock his socks off!”

  She’d much rather prefer to knock his pants off, but at this point, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

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  “I’m starving,” Remy announced by way of greeting as he walked into his sister-in-law’s bakery and sandwich shop, Southern Delight.

  “Hello to you too, Rem,” Harper laughed from where she stood behind the counter.

  Taking the liberties only friends and family were allowed, he walked directly behind the cash register and towards where she stood. Opening his arms, he took her into a tight hug, lifting her slightly off the ground.

  He did that purposely, because so many people had told him when he was little, he would never be able to be strong. He’d never be able to run, to play sports, to work out, or do any of the normal things other kids his age did. Asthma had all but crippled him but he’d proven them all wrong.

  “Where’s Maddy?” he asked, looking around for his niece.

  “At the shop with Cash. She got bored here yesterday, so I sent her with him to be even more bored today,” she gave him a saucy smile. “I’ll be glad when the daycare opens back up from the Christmas holiday. Love our little girl, but Mama needs to work.”

  “Remy needs to eat,” he took a good look of what was in the refrigerated case, his eyes lighting up at the peanut butter and honey sandwiches already made up.

  “Get what you want,” she told him as she grabbed a plate, putting one of the sandwiches there, along with some macaroni salad. “What do you want to drink? I have apple pie in the oven back there, so you can get a hot piece if you want. It’s for Cash, but I don’t think he’ll mind sharing with you.”

  His stomach growled. No one he knew cooked better than she did. He and Cash had most definitely gotten lucky when she’d come into their lives.

  “What are you out doing today?” she handed him the plate and a can of Coke.

  Taking it from her hands, Remy pushed himself up on the counter, crossing his legs at the ankle to keep his legs from swinging. Since it was going on five o’clock – her normal rush was over.

  “Charity and Mandy needed some stuff moved over at Charity’s office, so I’ve been there most of the day. Drew told me it’d be an easy job,” he shot her a look. “I was moving furniture by myself,” he laughed. “Easy my ass.”

  “Still pickin’ on the new guy, huh?”

  He’d been patched for almost a year, but as was custom, he still got a lot of the shit jobs. He couldn’t deny that he loved it, though. The men he rode with were the family he’d always wanted but he and Cash had never had.

  He chewed thoughtfully, shrugging. “It is what it is.”

  They were quiet for a few moments as he ate, and she went about taking things out of the case, getting ready to close for the day.

  “Are you coming to the Club Christmas Party?” he asked, as he finished, setting his plate to the side.

  “Cash mentioned something about it. I think we might, but I don’t know how late we’ll stay. Maddy’s been really needy lately. Almost like she can tell we’re trying for another baby,” she gave him a grin.

  “Well good luck when it actually happens. She’s been an only child for too long.”

  Their conversation was interrupted as the door to the bakery opened and Remy felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. There was only one person in the world who caused reaction in him, and he knew who it was before Harper opened her mouth.

  “Oh my God, Tatum, your hair!”

  He fought against the need to turn around and see what Harper was so excited about, but he knew if he did, he’d give away every feeling he had.

  “Do you like it?” he heard Tatum ask, and there was real self-consciousness in her question. She was obviously not sure if it suited her.

  “I love it!” Harper assured her. Shifting her gaze over to her brother-in-law, she threw down the gauntlet. “Rem, take a look and let her know what you think.”

  Son of a bitch.

  The sentiment was repeated, and he was damn sure he said it out loud when he turned around and saw her. Gone was the little girl he’d been able to fool himself she still was for so long. In her place was a woman, and damn if he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold back. She was fucking beautiful.

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  Chapter Two

  Son of a bitch. Something in the way Tatum’s gaze met his made him think he’d said those words loud enough she could hear them. But fuck, she looked amazing. Even more than she usually did. Tatum had been gorgeous for a long time, but with her hair in this new cut, she looked sexy, and almost… sophisticated. But this was Tatum. She’d never fully be a lady, not really. She didn’t do dresses unless she had to, she didn’t do caked on makeup, and she could hang with the guys – no matter how raunchy it got.

  “Do you like it?” She asked again, this time looking much more unsure than when she’d started out. Very slowly, she ran her fingers through her hair, giving it a tousle.

  Remy cleared his throat, not sure how honest he wanted to be, but at the same time knowing he couldn’t help but be honest. If he lied to her, she would know, and it would do nothing to help the situation they seemed to always find themselves in. The two of them always seemed to be either pushing or pulling at each other. The attraction between t
hem was so magnetic, so super-charged, it would be embarrassing if he wasn’t smack dab in the middle of it. And to make matters worse and even more awkward, he heard Harper go to the back area of the bakery.

  The angel on his left shoulder said he should let her down easy, give her a bad-boy smile and tell her she looked good ‘for a child’ – call her kiddo and be done with it. The devil on his right prompted him to tell her how sexy she looked. It said to tell her how much he wanted to mouth the smooth skin of her neck, how he wanted to test the sharpness of his teeth against her flesh, how he wanted to suck there and see his mark on her. It was a toss-up, which one he was going to follow through with, but he took a step towards her, and let his hand drift upwards to her neck. He couldn’t help but notice that his hand was shaking, telling him he was going with that fucking devil.

  They hadn’t been alone – a calculated move by him – since her birthday. God, her birthday. She’d surprised him, and he hadn’t recovered yet; wasn’t sure if he’d ever recover. Out of nowhere, she’d kissed him, and goddamn if it hadn’t completely changed his life. The notion of keeping her at arm’s length because she’d been a kid up until that point – was completely gone. When her lips had touched his, when her fingers had dug into his hair, he’d stopped being able to look at her objectively. He’d stopped being able to see her as the gangly girl with braces, and a body that was a little too big for her. Instead, she’d lost the braces and grown into the body. Now, he was hard for her, and damn if he couldn’t put her or the feelings he’d had for her back in the box he’d closed off over a year ago. Those wants, those desires were completely out in the open, and he couldn’t seem to keep them in check.

  Taking a deep breath, he let the palm of his hand travel up her throat, feeling the swift beat of her heart through her pulse point. Slowly his hand continued its journey upward until his fingers entangled in her hair. What he was about to say was gonna be either the smartest or dumbest decision he’d ever made.