Page 14 of First Christmas

His words washed over me, heating my body further as I tensed and cried out. My orgasm hit me, stealing the breath from my lungs as I ground my hips against him, his thumb strumming my clit faster to draw out my pleasure.

Collapsing onto his chest he ran his hands down my back. I felt him shift under me, spreading his legs and bracing his feet on the bed below us.

“Lucas-”

“Hang on tight,” he interrupted, banding one of his arms low on my back, the other one high up to hold me against him, his thighs spreading me wide with his feet braced against the bed. And then, he started pounding up into me.

I cried out at the sensation, unable to move with how he was holding me, only able to feel, clenching the sheet on either side of him.

“Lucas!” I yelled softly, as he moved faster, driving up into me harder. The wet noises echoing through the room were overwhelming my senses and making my body burn hotter as he fucked me harder, destroying me in the best possible way.

“Oh my…Lucas…it’s too-”

“You’re going to come again. You’re going to come hard on my dick and soak it,” he demanded.

My pussy clenched at his words and I couldn’t catch my breath. Stars seemed to be bursting in my vision as I held onto the sheet, my cries were getting louder and I couldn’t help it. I felt my second orgasm barreling in on me.

“Come. Now.” Lucas practically growled, his whole body straining under mine, moving like a machine, his jaw clenched as he held himself back.

“I love you!” I cried out breathlessly as my second orgasm washed over my body causing me to tremble as waves of pleasure overtook me. My vision went white as I felt Lucas thrust once, twice more, and empty inside of me, moaning my name.

I laid on his chest, with him still deep inside of me, trembling in the aftermath, as his hands rubbed all over my back soothingly, both of us catching our breath.

“I love you more,” he whispered.

Chapter 6

“Do you think Nana made any cookies?” Nat’s sweet voice came from the passenger side of my truck. I glanced over and met her sparkling blue eyes. I couldn't not grin back at her, even if I tried.

“Kid, now that you’re in her life, she’s making enough cookies to feed all the kids in town,” I assured her, “If she doesn’t have cookies made for you I’ll fall right over. She makes cookies more often for you than she does me anymore.” I pretended to be offended.

She laughed at me softly, looking out the window and shaking her head. I loved bringing her here. My Nan had adopted Becks and her daughter like they were her own. Becks had fallen in love with her feisty ways and Natasha was always a giggling mess at my Nan’s shenanigans.

Natasha soaked up every bit of grandmotherly affection she could get and oftentimes seemed like she was making up for the childhood where she’d grown up missing these things. I would see Becks watching them together with tears in her eyes and Iknew she regretted Nat never having this before. Not like they could help it with the cards they’d been dealt.

I knew Becks and Nat were looking forward to Nan’s Christmas dinner this year. She always made a whole spread with turkey, ham, and all the trimmings. Becks hadn’t had a meal like that since she was in high school and Nat had never had a huge family meal. It was going to be a huge year of firsts. Monica and the girls were coming too so they weren’t alone on Christmas night. Paul and her two families had always done things on Christmas Eve.

I threw the car into park as Nat unbuckled, hopping out of the truck, and taking off running for the door as I followed more slowly. Becks hadn’t been able to come with us tonight, having picked up some extra hours suddenly. She was going out for coffee and dessert with Monica afterwards.

We had done some more talking last night before falling asleep and while I’d set her mind at ease in some aspects I knew she was still filled with self-doubt. She’d been through a lifetime of having to question whether or not she was worth anyone’s love. It was going to take a bit for her to feel like she was.

Natasha had no such problem.

She was throwing herself into whatever relationship she could. It terrified the shit out of Becks. The little girl suddenly had a grandparent, a father, aunt and uncle figures, and a sisterhood and friendship to thrive in.

Walking into the home, I caught up with Nat at Nan’s door, knocking excitedly.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite great-granddaughter!” exclaimed Nan, opening the door to greet the exuberant teenager.

“I’m your only great-granddaughter,” laughed Nat, wrapping her arms around my Nan in a huge hug.

I watched her return the hug, running her hand over the back of Nat’s head gently, holding on as long as Nat would let her and not letting go until she was ready. My heart grew every time I witnessed something like this. Everything settled within me, telling me this was right.

“Where’s our Becks?” Nan’s voice drew me back as she held the door wide for me to follow Nat in.

“She had to stay late at work tonight. Everyone’s needing something extra clean and organized for the holidays.”

She nodded understandingly as she shuffled over to her chair and sat.

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