Authors: Deanndra Hall
Tags: #Romance, #drama, #Erotica, #erotic romance, #Mystery
“Yes, he does. You’re putting me to shame, you know that?” I laugh. “Why don’t you just make them for your own man and leave mine alone?”
“She does, babe. Maybe a little too much,” Steffen laughs and kisses the side of Sheila’s neck.
“Oh, Sir, do it again,” she whispers and he gives her a nip.
“You two leave the play until you get home. Kids, remember?” I point down the hallway.
“I know. What a shame too. I’m past ready,” Steffen growls into Sheila’s ear and I hear her breath hitch. They’ve been a couple for three months now. The first night I dragged Sheila with Clint and me to the club, Steffen latched onto her and wouldn’t let go. It took him six weeks to convince her to scene with him, but once she did, she never looked back. I never thought Sheila would fall into the lifestyle, but she’s in hook, line, and sinker.
Dinner is lovely. I’ve made my famous pork roast, Sheila’s scalloped potatoes earn her a kiss on the cheek from Clint, and the Brussels sprouts that the girls insisted on have the buttery flavor that they love. Everyone’s had a big piece of my applesauce cake for dessert, and Steffen and Sheila have said their goodbyes with promises to the girls that they’ll come and take them on a safari to the new wild animal park.
Hailee and McKenna are in their beds, and when I check on them, they’re both sawing logs. I retreat to the bedroom where there’s a sexy, gorgeous man waiting for me, already in the bed and keeping it warm. “They’re out,” I tell him with a grin. “I think it’s time to play, Master, if it pleases you.”
“Oh, it will definitely please me,” he groans as he pulls me down with him, then strips off my short gown and panties and folds me into him. He looks down at me with those sparkling eyes and says, “It would please me greatly to fuck you and satisfy you. Are you ready for me, sub?”
“Yes, Master. I ache for you,” I whisper to him. Then I shoot upright and almost yell, “Oh! Wait! I forgot something!” He looks at me like I’m nuts. “Permission to get out of the bed, Master?”
“What’s this about?”
“Something Wendy, um, Mrs. Cox, Hailee’s teacher, gave me today at the school. I forgot all about it. May I go and get it, Master? She said we would enjoy it.”
He shrugs. “Of course. Permission granted. Then get your ass right back here. I want to pound it.”
I shiver all over at his words and my nipples harden until they’re painful. “Yes, Master. I’ll be right back.” I jet naked into the living room and find my purse. The envelope is a little crinkled but otherwise fine. I run back down the hall and almost slide past the bedroom door, then close it behind me and jump on the bed, envelope in hand.
He reaches for it and looks at it. “What is this?”
“I have no idea. She just told me to wait until I was home with you before I opened it.” My hands are shaking. “Open it! I’m so excited! Wonder what it is?”
He opens the envelope, pulls out a sheet of paper, and instantly his eyes get misty. That scares me. “What is it? What’s wrong? What does it say?”
He shakes his head and smiles. “Listen.” Then he sits up, crosses his legs yoga-fashion, and starts to read.
“‘What I want for Christmas by Hailee Winstead.’ Honey, I . . .” He swallows hard. “I don’t know if I can get through this.”
“Try, okay?” He’s making me really nervous.
“Okay, here goes.” He takes a deep breath. “‘My name is Hailee Winstead. I am eleven years old. When school got out in the spring, I was very sad because I would miss my friends. I have a nice dad, but no mom. My mom left us and then she died. I spent most of the summer with my grandmas. We went to the zoo and on picnics. When I came home from their house, my dad took us to dinner at a fancy restaurant that didn’t have burgers. A lady came to dinner with us too, and she was very nice. I liked her a lot. My dad said they were dating.’ Hmmm . . . so that’s what it’s called!” Clint laughs. I have to giggle.
“‘She came to our house a lot and took us places, and helped us pick out clothes. She cooks very good food. Just a little bit after school started, my dad told me and my sister that he and the nice lady were getting married. I asked if I could be in the wedding and she said of course, we both could. And my sister and me got very pretty dresses to wear. So on Labor Day they got married. It was really pretty. We went to a huge lake and stood way up in the air on a bluff by a big rock. The woods workers made us a new road.’” We know she meant the forestry workers who cleared the fire road so we could drive back to the lake. She doesn’t know anything about that rock – thank goodness. “‘She didn’t wear a big puffy white dress, just a nice little blue one. Her name is Trish. She’s older than my daddy, but she’s pretty even if she is old.’” Clint snickers and I slap his leg.
“‘Now when I come home she’s there to help me with my school work. She cooks us dinner and we help. We all clean up after dinner. She does our laundry and helps me with academic team stuff. And she drives us around. She dances in the living room with my dad and he smiles all the time now.’” I hear a hitch in Clint’s voice. “‘She does all the mom things, so my sister and me asked her can we call you mom and she cried and said yes.’” Tears are rolling down my face and Clint is sniffing. “I don’t know if I can get through this part. ‘So when I had to write what I want for Christmas . . .’” he takes a big shuddering breath. “‘. . . I want Santa to take my toys and give them to boys and girls who don’t have any because I already got what I wanted to ask him for. I got a mom. The end.’”
His eyes find my weepy ones, and two big, fat, crystal teardrops meander down his cheeks. “Trish, I . . .”
I put my finger to his lips. “Shhhh. Don’t say anything. Whatever you were going to say, I already know. You’ve said it all dozens of times already, every day and every night, but I’m the lucky one, hear me? I’m the lucky one. I just have one question: Are you happy?”
He wipes his eyes with his hand, and then they fix on mine, melting my insides and warming my heart. “I’m so happy that sometimes I think my heart will just explode. And you know what?” I shake my head. “Christmas is three weeks away, and Santa can keep
my
toys. I’ve already gotten the only thing I didn’t have that I really wanted.” He leans in and kisses me. “Merry Christmas, my wife. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
“I love you too, my husband. Always and forever.” In seconds he’s inside me, stroking in me, filling me with love and heat and passion.
Oh, hell yeah – Santa can keep my toys too.
Deanndra Hall lives in far western Kentucky with her partner of 30+ years and three crazy little dogs. She spent years writing advertising copy, marketing materials, educational texts, and business correspondence, and designing business forms and doing graphics design. After reading a very popular erotic romance book, her partner said, “You can write better than this!” She decided to try her hand at a novel. In the process, she fell in love with her funny, smart, loving, sexy characters and the things they got into, and the novel became the Love Under Construction series.
Deanndra enjoys all kinds of music, kayaking, working out at the local gym, reading, and spending time with friends and family, as well as working in the fiber and textile arts. And chocolate’s always high on her list of favorite things!
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From Laying a Foundation,
Book 1 in the
Love Under Construction Series
“I
think everything is as ready as we can get it,” Nikki told Tony as she stood in the kitchen on that evening, looking around.
“Then I guess I’ll lock up and we’ll call it a day,” He shuffled off to lock the front door. Nikki turned to lock the back door, then turned off the kitchen lights. As she passed the island in the middle of the kitchen, a pair of strong hands grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the island.
“Yeesh! You scared the bejesus out . . .” she tried to say, but Tony covered her mouth with his and kissed her – hard. When he pulled back, she was breathless. “Wow, that was . . .” and he gave her a repeat performance, this time running both hands up under her top and peeling it off, then unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts. “You’re . . .”
“Determined to have you. Right now. Want it? Say yes, baby,” he murmured into her neck, then kissed her again, sucking her lower lip in between his.
“Yesssssss,” she moaned, and he dug his fingers into her waist and picked her up. She promptly wrapped her legs around him, her arms clasped around his neck. They made it as far as the dining room table, biting each other’s lips, tongues lashing into each other, before he sat her down on it, yanked her shorts off, then peeled off his tee and jeans. He climbed up onto the table with her and stared down at her in the darkness, his eyes intense, almost glowing.
“I should take you right here,” he hissed into her ear, then bit her neck. Instead of making it easy for him, Nikki managed to wriggle away from him and took off running, giggling the whole time.
She made it as far as the foyer. Tony caught up with her, grabbed her around the waist, and spun her to look at him. “You’re not getting away this time, little girl,” he snarled at her. “I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go.” This time, he reached around her and snapped the hooks of her bra loose, then locked his fingers into his boxer briefs, slid them down, and stepped out of them. Nikki purred when she got a glimpse of his cock, hard and waiting. He snatched her lacy hipsters off, then lifted her up again, and she wrapped her long, sculpted legs around his waist.
She wanted to kiss him again, long and slow, but before she could say or do anything, Tony wrapped his hands under her ass, lifted her a little higher, and impaled her on his rigid cock. Nikki stifled a scream as he bored into her pussy and showed no mercy, and Tony groaned and wedged her between his body and the wall, pistoning into her like a four-stroke engine as he held her there. He bit her neck again and, in turn, she bit his shoulder just like she’d done in the back of the SUV earlier in the day. He moaned into her ear, “I just wanna fuck you until I can’t fuck you anymore. You are so goddamn sexy that you make me crazy for you.”
“Then fuck me,” she whispered back. “Fuck me hard. Just pound me until I scream for you to stop.”
“Like I’d listen,” he snickered and tied into her. His mouth found hers, and he kissed her so hard that she was sure he’d bruised her lips, then he latched onto her neck again and kissed, sucked, and bit it until she was nearly mad. He worked fast and hard, enjoying her cries against his collarbone, the pulses of her hot, wet sheath around his cock, and the hardness of her rigid peaks against his chest. He wished he could stop time or at least pause it, make a mental picture of them together, freeze the intensity of the sparks she gave off as her flint and his stone came together, as one’s body burnished the other’s to brilliance in that moment, so he could always recall it. Wanting to capture it all so he could enjoy it again later, sit in his office and think about it, picture her in his mind while he was at a jobsite, dream about her as she lay beside him sleeping in the night, he listened to her, soaked in the feel of her skin. He waited as long as he could before he poured himself into her in a gasping, moaning thrust that tuned her up until he was sure that Helene could hear them, even down at her house. Hell yeah, he hoped she could.
His possession of her body was too much for Nikki, and she tightened and came around him, screaming out, her fingers in his hair. When he stopped, she leaned in and locked her lips onto his, holding his face against hers until she couldn’t breathe. “Sweet mother of god, babe, what’s gotten into you today?” she panted when she finally broke the kiss.
“You. You’re under my skin. Permanently. And I’m not complaining – not at all!” he laughed, then kissed her again. “I think it’s about time I started living a more spontaneous life, stop planning everything out to the letter, start fucking you when I want, where I want, how I want, and making you want it too. And do you want it?” he asked with a seriousness that startled her.
“Want it? God, I crave it. Just cut loose!” she laughed back and kissed him.
“Let’s go finish this in the bedroom,” he told her as he carried her up the stairs. “I’ll show you ‘cut loose!’”
Thirty minutes later, she was still overwhelmed with his pressure inside her, his big, dark hands on her pale skin like molten lava, molded to her, pouring over her, twisting and pulling her nipples, flicking and stroking her clit. The sight of him above her drove her to the edge until his eyes closed and she saw that look on his face that said he was lost in ecstasy, lost in her. That look was all she needed; her own need consumed her and, as he buried himself in her over and over, she rasped her clit against his pelvis and came, repeating his name like a prayer. Within seconds, he groaned out his own climax. The liquid fire of his seed filled her, and she fell onto his chest, panting and moaning. His arms encircled her and tightened against her skin, and she’d never felt so desirable or so loved, so satisfied and so hungry for more.
“Are you trying to kill me?” she asked as he burrowed his face into her hair and kissed the top of her head.
“Yes. Death by sex,” he chuckled as she licked his nipple.
“Correction: Death by great sex. Big difference,” she giggled as he kissed the top of her head again. “But what a way to go!”
From Tearing Down Walls,
Book 2 in the
Love Under Construction Series
T
he club was starting to fill up, and the bar was busier than usual. Laura was drawing a couple of beers from a tap when she heard a woman at the bar say, “Holy shit, who’s that? That’s one extremely tall, dark, and hot Dom. Wonder if he’s got a sub?” Laura turned to see who she was talking about and nearly fainted.