Page 20 of A Crossroads Christmas

Our daughter should know her.

“I know,” I whispered. “She will.”

Peace spread through me, filling every cell, repairing all the damage that had torn me apart since the moment I found my ol’ lady and her lifeless body. I would always miss her.

She will be remembered.

Yes, she would.

This Christmas, Cindi would have a present under the tree, and maybe, with that act of giving, her spirit would find peace too.

Chapter 6 Spook

December 15th—

Heather’s lithe body slid over mine as she settled across my hips. Between us, stuck between her soft skin and my stomach, my erect cock twitched. It didn’t hurt that she was naked, every inch of her curves on display as she dragged her nails up my chest, lightly scratching until she reached my jaw.

“Babe, when you straddle me, it’s a s-signal that you want to fuck.” Goddamn. My fucking stutter always chose the wrong moment to resurrect. Heather didn’t mind. She never did. But me? I still hated it as much as I did when I was a kid.

“Country,” she teased, using the nickname she adored for me, “you’ve got a big, thick dick, and I love using it as often as I can.” Heather shrugged. “It’s one of the reasons I love you.”

“Gotta say, I love you, my sexy as fuck Raven.”

Her grin widened.

“So why are you rubbing up on my dick? Cause I know it’s not for sex.” I held onto her hips, rubbing my thumb over the bone.

“It’s for sex,” she contradicted as she bit her lip, holding back a laugh. “It’s just notonlyfor sex.”

Uh-huh. That was what I thought. “Spill,” I ordered. “Be a good girl and tell me so I can fuck you properly.”

She shivered. “Country, you can’t say that. It distracts me.”

“Oh? What about this?” I rolled my hips, grazing her clit with the tip of my erection.

“Shit,” she whispered as she squirmed, giving back as good as she received as her pussy slid along the length of my shaft. I felt how wet she’d gotten, the slick movement providing all the lube we needed. I tried to slip inside her, but she shook her head.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “This is torture, Heather.”

A snicker escaped as she sat back and slid her manicured hand down her stomach, dipping between her legs to open herself up to me. Rising higher, she balanced on her knees and gave me an impish grin. “I want your mouth on me.”

“Done,” I growled, tugging her toward my face.

Heather moved into position, holding onto the headboard as her knees rested on either side of my head on the pillow. “Eat me, Babe.”

“With pleasure,” I murmured before I swiped my tongue through her slit, and tasted her, groaning when I pushed my face into her silken lips.

Heather’s fingers dug through my hair, nearly tugging on the strands as she began to roll her hips, riding my face as I speared her with my tongue. “Oh, God. That feels good.”

I didn’t waste time, attacking her clit as I sucked on the nub, enjoying the soft cries that fell from her lips. Almost too soon, her movements became erratic, her breath hitched, and I felt her inner walls flutter around my tongue.

“Need you,” I panted as Heather slid down my body, positioned my cock at her primed entrance, and slammed down. Her pussy clenched, gripping my dick as I cursed before she began to move, riding me with the same abandon as the night we first had sex. I remembered everything about how she looked that night, including the costume she wore and her black raven wings. “Just like that first night under the stars.”

“One of my favorite nights, Country,” she announced. “I knew I needed you and probably would never stop. When we left the Halloween party to sneak into the desert, I didn’t have any doubts. I knew it would be you the first time I saw you.”

“To love you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, to help heal me in ways I never could alone.”

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