Page 12 of First Christmas

“I cherish everything she’s ever given me. Homemade or not,” Becks whispered tearfully.

“I know you do. But you deserve what we’ve got planned. You’re crazy if you think I’ve been cheating on you. You think I don’t miss you these nights I’ve been working?” I asked.

“I just thought maybe you were getting bored or-“

“Does someone who’s bored come home from work and bend their fiancée over the counter?” I asked.

She was fire-engine red now, avoiding all eye contact.

“There’s never a damn minute that goes by that I don’t want you. Every time feels like the first time, Becks. It gets better and better. Learning you and what makes you come apart for me?” I leaned over, pulling her into a hug, my hands trailed down her back, over her soft, worn band shirt. I couldn’t feel the outline of a bra. She was completely ready for bed. I hardened in my own pajama pants.

Grabbing her hand tighter in mine, I brought it to the front of my pants, pressing her palm to where I was hard. She licked her lips and glanced up at me.

“That right there? You’re the only one that can do that for me anymore, Becks.” I said, voice low. “You’re the only one I wanna lose myself in over and over again. Always.”

My head came down, lips brushing against hers, “You’re all I ever want or need anymore.” Then I was kissing her, devouring her and licking into her mouth as she opened for me. Bringing my hand up I circled her neck and squeezed gently as she moaned softly against my mouth. I didn’t know how many more times she needed to hear it or for me to show her she was all I ever wanted. But I’d spend all night trying.

Chapter 5

Okay. When Lucas Marshall kissed me like this I felt like an idiot for ever doubting or questioning anything about our relationship. His hand tightened around my throat gently, not cutting off air, just giving me a pressure I’d come to crave from him. I moaned softly against his mouth as my fingertips inched up and under the waistband of his pajama bottoms. His kisses grew hungrier as his beard scraped against my skin deliciously.

When my palm met his hardness without any barrier between us he groaned and pulled back arching his hips so his cock moved in my grip.

I chased him with my lips and kissed him harder. Every time was like a wildfire through my nervous system. This man caused the most decadent reactions out of my body.

I sat back and released him as he growled softly and moved to grab me again but I laid my palm on his chest and shook my head. Crossing my arms over my front I grabbed the hem of my old shirt and drew it up over my head, baring myself.

“Fuck,” he groaned. I watched his eyes dart to the stairs. “We need to go to our room,” he emphasized. “What I wanna do to you isn’t fit for anyone to walk in on. Let alone our little girl.”

My core clenched and I giggled and then yelped softly as he scooped me up over his shoulder, grabbing my shirt as he went.

“Hush,” he growled, continuing down the hall, into our bedroom and kicking the door shut behind him.

Slapping him on the ass I spoke, “Let me down. I was trying to seduce you.”

Lowering me to my feet in front of him, I looked up into his gray eyes as he towered over me.

“Seduce me? Woman, I’m yours.”

I snorted, giggling at him before dropping to my knees.

His gaze heated as my fingers found his waistband, tugging his pajamas down to his ankles. As his hardened cock came into my view, I leaned forward licking the tiny bead of pre-cum that was leaking from the tip.

“Becks,” he groaned again, threading his fingers through my hair.

I’d never enjoyed doing this before him. He gave me so much power in the bedroom I’d come to enjoy sex in a way I’d never dreamed was possible. Sucking him into my mouth I swirled my tongue around him as my hand gripped his base.

“Fuck, baby. You’re doing that so well.”

I squirmed at his praise, my thighs rubbing together, wetness pooling at my core. Sucking harder I took more of him inside my mouth, looking up and meeting his heated stare as I did so.

“You own me, Rebecca.” He growled into the darkened room. “You’re it for me. You’re my forever. Never doubt that.” Hethrust his hips gently as I took him to the back of my throat and he moaned again. His salty taste invading my senses. Then he was pulling me up by my arms and pushing me back onto the bed gently. Grabbing my pajama bottoms I lifted my hips and pulled them off, baring myself to him.

“God. You’re not wearing underwear?” he rasped, “If I’d known bedtime would’ve been sooner.”

I laughed as he grabbed my legs and spread them wide, allowing himself an unobstructed view of my center. I knew I was blushing. I never got used to this.

“Always so fucking wet and ready for me,” he murmured.

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