Healing Love at Christmas (5 page)

“
I’ve been a very silly woman, haven’t I?”

He chuckled. “I should have taped that. I could've made millions. A woman finally confessing she was wrong and to a man no less.”

She slapped him on the stomach, leaning down to kiss the burn.

He moaned. Natasha knew she had him.

“
I would've done the same, sweetheart,” Jake confided. “The thought of you with another man and I would’ve broken down the door and hauled you away like a caveman.”

“
Over your shoulder and growling?”

“
Yep, maybe a slap on the ass as well.”

“
O-oh, that sounds really exciting,” Natasha said, her voice dripping with desire.

Jake smiled down at her and then in an abrupt movement, swept her up and bent Natasha over his shoulder. She instinctively squealed with delight.

He slapped her on the ass, making her jolt and laugh and scream out. He growled as he continued to slap her ass as he carried her upstairs to the bedroom where he threw her onto the bed. Natasha collapsed in a heap, her bum burning and her body shaking with laughter.

“
Welcome to my mighty lair,” he growled out.

She lay back against the covers, opening her legs in a blatant invitation.

“
Come and get me, oh great caveman, you.”

Natasha giggled and gasped as he followed her down, his cock already hard and aching. Without waiting, he slid deep inside her body, her wetness invitation enough.

“
Maybe I should be a caveman more often?” He pulled all the way out, looking down to see his dick glistening with her cream.

He thrust fast and hard inside her. “Oh, God!”She screamed, finally feeling complete having his hard dick penetrate her so deeply. They were connected, together. They were a couple again

“
Maybe you should,” she agreed.

Pulling out of her, he turned her over bringing her up to her knees before thrusting back inside her.

“
Like this?”

Natasha moaned as he went deeper than before.

Natasha was building toward another climax. His palm landed on her ass, the sound echoing and mingling with their cries of pleasure.

She jerked at the action and wriggled her ass. She wanted more.

“
You have such a nice ass,” he complimented her.

“
It’s all yours.”

He fucked her hard, taking her deeper and rougher with every thrust. In a matter of moments their cries of release filled the air. They collapsed together, still joined and curled around each other.

“
This is going to be the best Christmas ever,” Natasha told him.

He shook his head.

“
This is the start of the many great Christmases to come.”

They held each other through the night and all through Christmas, learning to forgive and forget. Natasha agreed to learn to trust her husband and soul mate and Jake agreed to fight for what he wanted before it was too late.

Christmas was a time for love and Natasha and Jake were learning to fight for each other.

Epilogue

“
Do you remember the last time we were here alone?” Natasha asked her husband.

“
You mean the time you thought I was cheating?” Jake teased as she slapped him.

“
It’s been almost twenty-five years, my darling.” Jake kissed his wife. Natasha looked up into her husband’s face. He was older now. Wrinkles were showing the years as they did with her. His dark hair was tinged with grey. They had loved and grown old together.

“
So much has happened in twenty-five years.” She gazed around the cabin. It was older like them but still had lots of years left.

The last twenty-five years had seen them adopt and raise four children from infants into adulthood. They loved their children and their children adored them in return.

It was strange to think if they hadn’t come to this cabin all those years ago, they might have gone their separate ways and their children would've had an entirely different life. Natasha sighed out loud.

“
What’s the matter?” Jake asked.

Natasha smiled. He was always concerned for her, always looking out for her.

“
You’ll be fifty-six next year.” It seemed strange to even consider their ages.

“
And you'll be fifty-four. Will you still love me?” His arms circled her waist as he kissed her neck.

“
I'll never stop loving you,” she admitted.

“
And I'll never stop loving you.”

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. This was the first time they’d gotten away alone together for Christmas in years. The kids all had families of their own. This was their time.

“
I’m still your caveman,” he growled into her ear. Natasha laughed.

“
Can you still lift me?” she teased him.

“
I’ve been doing it for the last thirty years.” He stooped as he picked her up in his arms. “I imagine I’ll be doing it for the next thirty years as well.”

“
Do you promise?” her arms circled his neck, trusting him.

“
If you put on loads of weight I imagine it'll be touch and go—” Natasha slapped him with a glare. Her ass may be a little plumper these days but Jake still got hard whenever he grabbed it or cupped her breasts. And when Natasha looked at Jake, she still saw the hot twenty-something outdoorsman she fell in love with. It didn’t hurt that his biceps, quads and chest were still strong, hard and tight.

He chuckled.

“
I'll always love you no matter what,” Jake promised.

She nodded, leaning down to kiss him. The years melted away when they were together. They were in love and that was how it would be. Forever.

The End

About the Author

1Sam Crescent lives in a small land known as the United Kingdom, at least it seems small on a huge map. No matter what she can always find places of inspiration and it was her land that inspired her first book, Office Hours. She has a passion for all things romance and when she discovered erotic romance she was all set. After spending years doing nothing but reading, in 2009 she decided to spread her wings and try out writing. After two years of serious learning and many rejections she finally got her first acceptance when Office Hours was released by Total-E-Bound and is now onto her second with Rebel Ink Press. She couldn’t imagine a world without romance and now she is part of the scene creating romance she has never been happier. When she is not writing, you can find her walking for inspiration or in her kitchen. You can find her on Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/SamCrescent, at her blog: http://samcrescent.wordpress.com/, on Facebook: http://en-gb.facebook.com/people/Sam-Crescent/100002178529657. She can also be found lurking around on other blog pages.