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  My hand slowly lifts up and my thumb lightly grazes her nipple, making her gasp. My mouth covers hers again, and I hold nothing back. This kiss is filled with longing and need. I need nothing more than to be inside her and feel her warmth surrounding me.

  My hands skim over her collarbone, pushing her chunky button-up sweater off her shoulders and down her arms until it lands on the floor. My lips trail down her neck, and across her chest while my hands slip her tank top down her arms, revealing her bare breasts. Her nipples are pebbled and begging for my attention. I capture one between my lips and suck roughly, eliciting a moan from Sam. Her hands lock onto either side of my head, holding me in place while I alternately bite her nipple and lavish it with my tongue.

  “My God, you have me so turned on Aiden,” Sam says in between moans. “I need you inside me, honey. Now.”

  “Soon,” I murmur against her breast. My fingers hook in her pants and draw them down her legs along with her red, satin underwear.

  Sam leans back on the rug and watches as I part her folds and drag my finger through her wetness. “You’re so wet, honey.”

  I watch as her face contorts in pleasure. The lights from the Christmas tree dance across her smooth skin, illuminating her like an angel. There is no way in hell I would have ever chanced ruining my relationship with Sam for Rocky. She has nothing on my wife.

  Sam’s head falls back, elongating her neck, when I start circling her tight little nub. I drag my mouth over the exposed skin of her neck, nibbling lightly.

  Sam reaches out and pushes her hand under the waist of my pants and wraps it around my aching cock. Her movements are limited by the lack of space, so I use my free hand to pop my button and lower my zipper. Her hand works faster and pumps a little harder now that she can move a little easier, but it still isn’t enough. I stop working her clit long enough to rid myself of my clothes.

  Sam lies on the rug, while I kneel next to her. Her hand strokes my dick, while my fingers go back to work between her legs.

  My breathing is becoming choppy, and I can feel my balls starting to tighten when her fist clamps a little tighter around my length. I insert two fingers into her slick channel and move them in and out while my thumb rubs against her clit. Her hips rise and work against my movements. It’s hot as hell watching her fuck my hand right now.

  I have to clench my teeth and fight the urge to come when her body stiffens and she cries out with her climax.

  “I want to ride you,” Sam pants out as her muscles continue to squeeze my fingers that are still inside her, prolonging her orgasm.

  “You won’t get any complaints from me,” I respond while positioning myself next to her on the floor.

  She looks like a goddess as she straddles my lap and lowers herself down over my length. I love watching myself disappear inside her and the way her flesh gives way. My hands still her once she’s fully seated, so that I can savor the feeling of being wrapped up in her hot, wet silk.

  “Show me what you got, honey,” I coax her when I drop my hands and lean back on them to support myself.

  Her sexy, smirk tells me that’s just what she has in mind.

  She starts out slow, circling her hips and rocking on me. Once she finds her rhythm, I use my hands behind me as leverage to thrust under her as she rides me hard and fast. With each movement, the rug rubs against my ass.

  We move in perfect unison with each other, nearing the edge of bliss. I could look up at her forever. Her eyes gaze into mine and reflect back the passion that I have for her.

  “So… good. So… damn… good,” Sam stutters as she kneads her breasts and pinches her nipples. The movement draws my attention back to her tits. I lean my head forward and latch my mouth onto her right breast and suck hard, enjoying how good it feels when she grinds on me harder.

  “Shit. I’m so sensitive. God, Aiden. Just like that,” she says when my tongue flicks over her hardened nipple.

  Before long, my balls are hard and tight. My release is imminent, and I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to hold back. Her sheath feels like heaven right now as we continue to rock back and forth in harmony.

  “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” Sam chants when her orgasm hits. I thrust up a few more times, before coming long and hard inside her.

  I collapse back on the floor and she slumps down over me as we work to even out our breathing. I lightly trail my fingers over her back, making her shiver.

  “I’m going to have rug burns on my ass tomorrow,” I say dryly. Sam laughs and her inner muscles clamp down rhythmically on my cock, which is still inside her. I groan at the over stimulation and carefully slide out of her. She rolls off me, onto her side, and rests her head on my chest.

  “Sorry about that. At least your battle wounds will be worth it,” she whispers as she places a gentle kiss on my chest.

  “More than worth it,” I respond with conviction.

  We continue to lie next to the tree, staring up at the lights for a long while before Sam starts to get up.

  “I don’t want you to get up,” I grouse as she raises the straps on her tank top and proceeds to grab our discarded clothing.

  “Tessa will be up in like five hours. I don’t know about you, but I could use some sleep.” She tosses my clothes at me, and I deftly catch them.

  “You’re probably right. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow between presents and going to see my family.” I pull on my boxer briefs, turn off the lights and follow Sam up to our bedroom. Once we are both cleaned up and lying in bed, she snuggles close, and I smile into the darkness. My body is fully sated from making love to my amazing wife.

  I have everything I need in life. Thank God no one has been able to successfully come between that so far.

  ***

  Sam

  “Mommy! Wanna see Santa!”

  I groan and roll over at the sound of my overly excited child coming through the baby monitor. Thank God she’s still in a crib. We agreed to transition her to a toddler bed next year, and I’m thankful that I can take a few moments to wake up before being forced to get out of bed.

  I’m so damn tired. I may have gone a bit overboard with all the gifts for Tessa. Especially since I didn’t take into account the fact that I had to wrap them all. Aiden is the worst wrapper known to mankind, so I don’t even bother to ask him anymore. Given my current condition, I probably should have wrapped in small batches over the last week rather than doing a marathon wrap session last night.

  Of course if Aiden hadn’t jumped me under the tree, I would have had more sleep. I can feel myself heating at the memory of how good it felt to be with him last night. My hand drifts down to my belly and makes light circles around the waist of my pajama bottoms.

  Speaking of Aiden…

  I feel the heat of him on my back. His lips kiss the nape of my neck, and I roll over into his embrace. His kiss is light and sweet this morning.

  “Merry Christmas,” he murmurs against my lips.

  “Merry Christmas,” I whisper back before giving him a deep, wet kiss.

  “Mommy! Daddy! Pwease come pway!” Tessa interrupts our make out session and we both groan in unison.

  “I’ll get her. You go ahead and shower while I make a quick breakfast,” Aiden says before planting one last kiss on me and walking down the hall to Tessa’s room.

  “Don’t let her open her stocking until I’m downstairs!” I call out to his retreating back.

  My shower breathes some life back into me, but all I can think about is how I’m going to finagle a nap before heading to my mother-in-law’s house. I don’t want to miss a single moment of Christmas Day with Tessa. Last year, she was so small and the highlight of the day was watching her tiny, little fingers rip through the wrapping paper. She had no idea what she was opening. The excitement was more on my end, getting to see all the toys and clothes everyone got her. This year I’ve been reading her stories about Santa, and she can better appreciate receiving gifts.

  I dress i
n a pair of worn, loose jeans, a white tank top and a red off-the-shoulder sweater, before heading downstairs. I can hear the sounds of bacon sizzling and Tessa playing with our St. Bernard, Hugo. Her little giggles are infectious and make my heart squeeze with love for my child. It never gets old hearing her laughter.

  As I round the corner to the kitchen, I’m met with the force of a toddler running into my legs. I bend down and scoop up my little princess. She wraps her arms around my neck and gifts me with a tender kiss.

  “Santa came!” She speaks enthusiastically.

  “I know, baby! Did Daddy give you your stocking?” I ask while I set her in her booster seat at the kitchen table.

  “Uh huh. Daddy said wait.” She smiles and kicks her legs back and forth. She looks absolutely adorable in her pale pink pajama set with red snowflakes. But the pièce de résistance is her tiny, pale pink sweater slippers. They have fur trim with tiny white bows, and they are adorable. I love having a human doll to dress.

  “Here, baby. While Daddy finishes your eggs, you can open your stocking.” I hand the overflowing stocking to her, and she proceeds to rip through everything at top speed. I’m not even sure she is paying attention to everything as she rips the stocking open as fast as her little fingers will allow.

  “You do realize that next year won’t be this easy,” I say wistfully to Aiden as he sets a plate of eggs in front of both me and Tessa. “Once she gets a better grip on the whole Santa thing, we’ll be up at the crack of dawn racing down to the tree.”

  “Let’s enjoy it while we can,” he chuckles and joins us at the table. “Tessa, hurry up and eat so we can go open your presents.”

  I pick at my food while watching Aiden. His tight, white undershirt stretches nicely over his chest and arms. My man might not play football anymore, but he still has the body for it. Just remembering our heated session of love making last night has my body warming and me squirming in my seat.

  Aiden clears his throat and draws my attention to his face. I feel the blush creep across my face, knowing I was caught staring. He gifts me with a gorgeous, mischievous grin.

  “Ready mom?” He asks before picking up a squirming and giggling Tessa.

  “Let’s do this thing,” I say excitedly, wrapping my arms around his waist and walking into the family room with the loves of my life.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jacob

  The sun barely kisses the sky when I start the ascent into reality from my dreamworld. A soft pair of lips wrap around my cock and suck me into a hot, wet mouth. I come fully awake with a start and fist my hands in the sheet at my sides. Holy shit! This is turning out to be the best Christmas ever.

  “Don’t stop,” I say gruffly as her hand joins her mouth to work my shaft perfectly.

  Kara hums her acknowledgment around my dick, and I feel my balls begin to tighten.

  “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are when you do that?” I grit out, trying to hold off on coming down her throat. My hands gently pull her hair away from her face, so I can get a better view of her blowing my mind, pun intended.

  I try to force my brain to remember that it’s Christmas morning and that the girls could be down here at any minute to wake us up, but her mouth feels so damn good that I can’t find the necessary restraint. Instead, I grab Kara under her armpits and haul her up the bed and onto her back. I roll on top of her and put my hand between her legs.

  Thank God we fell asleep naked. My need for her is palpable. You’d think it’s been weeks not hours since the last time I had her.

  “Please be ready,” I whisper just as my fingers find her hot, wet and ready to take me.

  I replace my hand with my cock and thrust into her to the hilt. Kara’s head flies back, and her mouth opens on a silent moan.

  “Quick and rough, Kara. We don’t have a lot of time,” I grunt out as I start moving in her.

  “Yes. God, yes!” Her arms wrap around my shoulder and pulls me down for a deep kiss.

  There is nothing better than waking up to Kara’s face, especially when she’s caught up in the pleasure that only I can give her. If I could take a picture of how fucking sexy she looks right now and keep it with me all the time, I surely would.

  “You feel so good, Jacob!” Kara cries out. Her tight little cunt starts fluttering with her impending release.

  Knowing I finally found my other half and that tomorrow she’s choosing to love me for the rest of her life is the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever known. There aren’t words to describe what it feels like when that missing puzzle piece clicks into place, making your life complete. I waited a long time to feel this content. I even thought I had it once before, but I was sorely mistaken. Now my heart is bursting with happiness and love.

  Speaking of bursting…

  “Fuck!” I shout when my orgasm slams into me unexpectedly. Kara moans underneath me as she climaxes as well.

  Staying connected to her, I pull the covers up over us in case the girls come downstairs. I wouldn’t want to scar them for life by giving them an eye full.

  “Merry Christmas,” Kara whispers and peppers my face with kisses.

  “Merry Christmas, Sunshine.” I slowly pull out of her, enjoying the feel of every inch of her and collapse on my back.

  “We need to put some clothes on,” Kara says, yet makes no move towards dressing.

  I roll her towards me and slap her ass. You can hear the crack of skin on skin echoing into the silence.

  “Ow! That hurt!” She reaches around and rubs her butt.

  Whoops! Maybe it was a little harder than I expected.

  “Want me to kiss it and make it better?” I reach around to do just that.

  “You are incorrigible! Don’t touch my ass!” She pushes me away and scrambles off the bed. “Now, get dressed!”

  “Yes ma’am!” I love it when she goes all no nonsense on me.

  We dress in sweats and t-shirts and then head upstairs before we can get trampled by a couple of miniature sumo wrestlers.

  ***

  The house is eerily quiet as Kara and I enter the kitchen. Emma sits at the table sipping a cup of coffee, no doubt enjoying the peace while she can get it. I grab a mug from the cupboard and fill it to the brim, needing some caffeine after the little sleep I got. Kara fills her own and squeezes my arm before going into the living room in order to give me some alone time with Emma.

  “Merry Christmas,” I murmur and kiss her head.

  “Merry Christmas,” Emma says in a low voice and barely musters up a smile for me.

  I sit in the chair next to her and sip my coffee, carefully watching her. There are worry lines that weren’t present last time I was here and without makeup, you can see the dark circles under her eyes.

  “Want to talk about it?” I ask, hoping that nothing is seriously wrong. I couldn’t imagine what I would do if anything was wrong with my sister. It feels like a punch to the gut imagining all the things that could possibly be wrong. A tingling ball of anxiety presses in on my chest at the thought of anything bad happening to her. She’s my rock, and my biggest confidante since my mom died.

  She lets out a long sigh, but doesn’t say anything.

  I grab her hand and squeeze lightly. “Sis, you need to tell me what’s going on. It’s obvious that you’re run down and tired. You aren’t sick are you?”

  I hate vocalizing that concern for fear that it will be true because I was stupid enough to do so. I stop myself just shy of knocking on the wood table for luck.

  “I’m just tired, Jacob. My life is contained within the four walls of this house. I’m a wife and a mother. The girls are getting older and are more of a handful. They fight more. They whine more. They want to do more activities. And I’m doing it all alone. John works eighty hours a week. He travels at least twenty out of the fifty-two weeks a year. I’m just tired. Of everything.”

  I watch as tears stain her lovely cheeks and I fist my hands, fighting the urge to pummel my brother-in-law for being obliv
ious to the strain my sister is under.

  “Have you tried talking to him?”

  She lets out a humorless laugh. “Of course I have. He’s just as tired as I am, but for an entirely different reason. One thing I know for sure is that life is often unfair and it will repeatedly kick your ass.”

  She sounds so dejected and helpless. This isn’t my sister. And I’m disheartened by it.

  “Hey,” I squeeze her hand again to get her attention. “Don’t say that. Didn’t you once tell me that you have to fight for what matters? Well fight for your family, Emma. Make John open his eyes before it’s too late. You two need to work this out, not just for you but for those girls too.”

  A sigh and a short nod is the only answer she gives me. It pains me to see my sister hurting so deeply.

  I’m beginning to think my thoughts about being closer to family aren’t too far off the mark. Between Kara wanting to have a baby and Emma needing help with the girls, it makes sense. I wonder how Kara would feel about leaving the city.

  “I’m surprised the girls aren’t up yet.” Changing the subject seems like the best thing to do. I look at the clock to see it is going on six-thirty. This is late for them.

  “I give it another ten minutes or so before they come barreling out here. Enjoy it while you can, baby brother.” Emma finally gives me a real smile, and it confirms that changing the subject was the best move.

  “Brad and Sophie had their baby early this morning.” I push my phone across the table and watch as she takes in the sight of the beautiful baby picture that Brad sent me.

  “What did they name him?”

  “Duncan Jacob. Crazy, right?” I chuckle at the thought of them naming him after me. It’s the highest honor they could have given me.

  “That’s sweet.” Emma takes another sip of her coffee and sits back in her chair. “I can’t believe Brad has a baby… Hell, I can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow. It’s not exactly the way I pictured it, but I think it’s perfect for you two. Oh, before I forget, Dad will be in town later this morning. He’ll be here for the wedding.”