Page 38 of Under the Mistletoe

“Mm-hmm,” she purred.

“What are you doing?”

I glanced over, and her lust-filled eyes locked on mine as she answered, “If you have to ask, then I’m not doing a very good job.”

I nodded toward the tent I was pitching in the sheets. “No, darlin’. You’re doing great, but where’s Ava?”

“And that’s why I love you.” She continued kissing me as she whispered, “You’re always so thoughtful.”

It was just three little words but hearing them come from her lips made my world stop turning. I eased up on my elbow. “Say it again.”

When she looked up at me, I could feel it radiating off her, and I had no doubt she meant it when she repeated, “I love you.”

Unable to control myself, I leaned down, crashing my mouth against hers in a hungry kiss. I felt the sparks fly as soon as her lips touched mine. Her arms wrapped around me, and everything around us slowly disappeared, along with the past and doubts. When I was with her, nothing else mattered.

She turned my world upside down, making me want things I’d never thought I’d want. A family. Kids. A house with a white picket fence. I wanted it all, and I wanted it with her. A smoldering heat rushed deeply through me as her grip tightened, pressing her body to mine.

“You’re mine, Beck.”

She looked up at me with love in her eyes as she whispered, “Didn’t you know... Nothing’s changed. I’vealwaysbeen yours.”

She let out a heated moan as my fingers slipped between her legs. Her hand slid against my growing erection, and I groaned in response. With one simple move, she’d made me want her even more. Hell, there didn’t seem to be any limits to my desire for her. She was everything I’d ever wanted and needed, and I was completely consumed by her. Her head fell back as I movedher panties to the side and slid my fingertips inside her. The blood rushed to my cock when I found she was already soaked. I’d just begun to stroke her when she moaned, “I’ll always be yours, Thomas.”

The sound of my name coming from her lips spurred me on, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer to be inside her. Before she could protest, I withdrew my fingers and quickly lowered her panties down her long, lean legs. Once I’d removed my boxers, I grabbed a condom from my wallet and slipped it on.

A sense of contentment washed over me as I settled between her legs and drove deep inside. I drove into her again and again, fucking her deep and hard. A fevered moan vibrated through her as she started to grind against me, taking more of me with every shift of her hips.

Knowing what she needed, I slid my hand from her hip down between her legs, and her breath quickened when I reached her clit. Pleasured cries echoed through the room when I began to stroke her with a tormenting rhythm, and it wasn’t long before I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as she pleaded, “Don’t stop!”

She felt so damn good, so fucking perfect, and she was mine. Her body started to tremble around me, urging me on as I relentlessly drove inside, over and over, until she let out a tortured groan and clamped down around me. There was no better feeling in the world, and I felt my release building as the muscles in my abdomen and legs grew taut. With one final thrust, I pulled her to me and came deep inside her, growling with complete and utter gratification.

Neither of us moved. We just lay there nestled close together as our breaths started to slow. She reached for my hand and laced her fingers through mine as she asked, “When do you have to head to the clubhouse?”

“I should’ve left a half hour ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Nothing for you to be sorry about, babe.” I leaned over and kissed her on the temple. “Late or not, there’s no better way to start the day.”

Beck giggled as she replied, “I can’t disagree with you there.”

“I better get going.”

I gave her a quick kiss, then stood and quickly tossed the condom in the trash before taking a shower. I got dressed and headed to the clubhouse. Wrath and I spent the day running errands. We had some stuff to do for Dad, and we both had our own lists to get done. Like me, Wrath had waited until the last minute to do his Christmas shopping, and it was after dark before we got it all done.

When I finally got back to the house, Beck was curled up on the sofa, reading one of her books. She looked up with a smile on her face. “You’re home.”

“I meant to be here sooner, but I got caught up with Mom.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, she was helping me out with something.”

“Okay. Good.”

I removed my cut and then sat down next to her. “Where’s Ava?”

“She crashed about an hour ago.” Beck pointed to the mantle as she smiled and said, “We made cookies for Santa, and the excitement got the best of her.”

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