Their Merry Little Christmas (Love Square) (2 page)

Sam

I look at the clock for the umpteenth time and continue seething. What I wouldn’t give for a glass of wine to soothe my frayed nerves right about now.

Seeing as how it
’s eight o’clock, Tessa has long since gone to bed and my husband isn’t answering his phone – I think I have the right to be upset. Aiden called to tell me to save him dinner, but that was the last I heard from him. I realize his job is important, but I cannot stand when it comes with a lack of communication. It isn’t just him and me anymore.

I finish packaging the last of the Christmas cookies to give away and wrap tin foil around the platters that are staying here. Thankfully, Lily was bored and stopped by today. S
he watched Tessa while I baked so that I didn’t fall behind. Like I said… she’s a godsend.

The sound of the garage door grabs my attention. Glancing at the clock, I note that it is now quarter to nine. Aiden has been gone for over seven hours.
Bastard.

“Sorry, I’m late,” he says as soon as he walks through the door.

“Mmm hmmm,” I answer, not wanting to talk to him right now.

My body stiffens when he puts his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder.

“You’re mad?” He asks, feeling the tension in my body.

“What do you think?” I snap at him.

“Whoa. That’s a little uncalled for, don’t you think? I had to go into work. That happens sometimes. You know this,” he defends himself.

“I know that you called me four hours ago to say to save you dinner and here it is almost nine o’clock and you traipse in like nothing happened. Your daughter went to bed hours ago. What kind of work could you possibly be doing this late at night?” I turn in his arms and step back from his embrace. I put my hands on my hips in the universal “I’m pissed” gesture.

“I ended up going to dinner with Todd and Rocky after we worked out the design flaws for the contractors. I’m sorry I didn’t check in again. Maybe next time you can put a GPS tracker on me,” he says sarcastically.

Oka
y, maybe I do sound a bit ridiculous. It was just one day he bailed on. If it was a reoccurring thing, then I guess I’d have more of a leg to stand on. The wind leaves my sails, and I sag into the counter.

“Sorry. I just… I don’t know. I don’t like not having you when we should have you. It gets lonely without you sometimes.” I shrug and fight the tears that want to come.

Aiden steps towards me and wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly. His warmth seeps into me, and I rest my head on his chest.

“I’m sorry, too. I should have come home. I forget that even though you work, you don’t get a lot of adult interaction.” His cheek rests on my head, and his hands caress my back.

“I do believe we were due to pick up where we left off. I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs after several minutes and dips his hand into my pants to cup my ass.

I lift my head, and his mouth lowers down onto mine. Our tongues glide sensuously against each other, and I feel my body temperature rising with the promise of
what is to come.

His hand leaves my pants and proceeds to lift my shirt over my head. With one hand, his fingers release my bra. I drop my arms and let it drift to the floor between us. His head dips down and he catches my nipple with his teeth, and then
soothes the resulting sting with his tongue. My head drops back, loving the way his tongue flicks against my pebbled nipple, making the throbbing between my legs intensify.

I run my hands under his shirt, up over his smooth, muscular back as he continues
to torment my breasts. I grab the hem of his shirt and raise it, making his mouth release my breast in a pop. Before he can attack me again, I drop to my knees. Looking up into his hooded eyes, my fingers open his belt and unbutton his jeans. I push them down his legs. He toes his shoes off and kicks his jeans away, never breaking eye contact.

I reach up and cup his balls, rolling them gently in my hand. My other hand wraps around his long, beautiful cock. My thumb runs along the vein on its underside and
over the head. Aiden’s breathing picks up and grows louder as I continue caressing his length and teasing him.

“Suck it,” his voice is low and gravelly, causing a fresh surge of wetness between my legs.

I replace my thumb with my tongue and run it along the same path I’ve been tormenting him with. After a few more minutes of torture, his hands lace in my hair and hold my head still. He shifts so his cock rests on my lower lip.

“Suck it,” he repeats before pushing into my mouth. I silently accept his length and watch his face contort in pleasure while he moves in and out of my mouth.

“Fuck Sam,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “That feels so fucking good.”

His hands drop from my head and leave me to work him at my own pace. I relish takin
g him deep in my throat and swallowing around him. Each time I do, a growl comes from deep in his chest. His enjoyment spurs me into working him faster and sucking a little harder with each pass between my lips.

Needing to relieve the building pressure be
tween my legs, my other hand dips into my pants to find my tight, aching bundle of nerves. I moan when my finger hits its target.

“Shit, I’m not going to last if you don’t stop.” Aiden curses as he pulls out of my mouth.

His hands go under my armpits, and he raises me off the floor. Once I’m standing, his hands sweep my yoga pants and underwear down my legs. Before they’ve fully cleared my one foot, he lifts me up on the countertop and spreads my legs wide. His face looks pained as his fingers run along my slit, spreading the wetness around my clit.

I fall back on the counter and close my eyes as the exquisite pleasure builds in my core. Each time his thumb circles my clit and his finger pumps in and out, I want to cry out in pleasure. Just when I
’m ready to fall over the edge into sheer and utter bliss, Aiden slams his cock into me and my muscles instantly contract around him.

“God!” I call out as my orgasm takes over my whole body. My back arches, and my toes curl. Aiden moves in and out of my body fast and hard. His eyes stay fixated on our connection, watching as his cock pulls out of my body, coated in my juices. Within minutes, his movements become erratic and harder. He slams into me one last time and releases himself deep inside me.

His head rests on my chest while little tremors continue to work through his body.

“That was…” I whisper, not knowing the right words to finish that sentence. I’m not sure there are words to describe what he just did to me.

He shakes his head and gives me an adorable smirk. “I know,” is all he says before pulling out of me and lifting me off the counter.

“Smug bastard,” I mumble and pick up my clothes from the floor, putting them on.

“Oh, come on.” His arms wrap around me, ceasing my movements. “You came so hard, you almost milked mine right out of me.”

I harrumph and pretend to be offended even though I
’m really not. It’s hard to be pissed when you’ve just had a fantastic orgasm.

“Come on stud. Let’s go to bed.”

“Gladly,” he whispers. His hand wraps around mine, and he leads me upstairs. Smug bastard or not… I still love him.

***

Jacob

Walking into our apartment, I hear pots and pans clanging and the melodious sounds of John Legend floating out from the kitchen. I round the corner and silently watch Kara as she gracefully moves around the room, humming and singing softly to the music.

This woman owns my heart and soul. There
’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Just watching her performing mundane tasks like cooking, makes me feel calm and warm inside. She really is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Her long, curly hair falls down her back. Her jeans are tight, highlighting each of her curves. And her sweater accentuates her perfect tits.

“You’re home early,” she murmurs while blowing on a spoonful of liquid. She brings the spoon to her mouth, and I watch as her little pink tongue snakes out to grab some sauce. Once she tastes it, she mumbles to herself, “Perfect.”

“I am,” I answer and close the distance between us, anxiously needing to feel her body against mine. My hand swipes her hair over her shoulder, and my mouth places soft, tender kisses down her neck. My arms tighten around her and draw her towards me so that her back is flush with my chest.

“Mmmm… I’ve missed you,” she whispers. Her head tips to the side to give me better access to her neck.

“How much longer until dinner?” I ask as my mouth continues working along her neck. My tongue darts out to run along her earlobe, and I’m rewarded when a shudder moves through her body.

“Just another minute so hold those thoughts for later.” She turns in my embrace and places a chaste kiss on my mouth. “Grab the plates and set the table.”

Well shit. I guess that’s that. Pouting, I open the cupboard and grab two plates. Next I open the drawer and grab silverware.

“You’re cute when you pout. Did you know that?” Kara smiles as she teases me.

“How the hell do you do that?”

She raises her eyebrows and gives me a
“What?” look.

“How did you know I was pouting when your back is to me?” It’s like she has eyes in the back of her head. My mother was always like that, and it used to drive me crazy. God help our children if she’s already honed her ability.

She shrugs and smiles. “I know you. That’s all.”

So true, Sunshine.

Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself.

Placing the dishes on the table, a song catches my attention on her iPod. I walk over and turn up the volume, wanting to hear the words better. When I realize how perfect this song is, I sweep Kara up into my arms, catching her off guard. I grab her hand
and start swaying with her like the kitchen is our own personal dance floor. She giggles a little, but then places her head on my chest and melts into me. For the next three minutes, nothing else matters but Kara and me and the words of the song.

“This should be our wedding song,” I announce, knowing she won’t argue with me. Kara looks up with so much damn love in her eyes that a lump forms in my throat. Her smile says it all – she agrees with me that this is the perfect song.

“I couldn’t agree more,” she says softly. “The first time I heard it, I thought it was the most beautiful song ever. I couldn’t be happier that you feel the same way.”

Her chin quivers and her eyes fill with tears. Not to pat myself on the back or anything, but if you heard the words
to this song, you would know that any woman would be bowled over by the sentiment. It’s a sure fire way to get some action. It’s not about the sex with Kara and me though. I can honestly say that each and every lyric in that song captures the essence of what I feel for her.

“All of me truly loves all of you, Kara.” My fingers wipe away her tears and she gifts me with a wide smile. “I hope those are happy tears, Sunshine.”

She laughs lightly and nods her head. Then taking a deep breath, she tells me, “Enough with the heavy shit. Let’s eat.”

A woman after my own heart.

Biting into the chicken, I can’t help the moan I let out when the flavors burst on my tongue. If I’m not careful, Kara’s cooking is going to make me gain weight. It’s so damn rich and delicious, that I just can’t help myself from indulging.

“I take it you like?” She asks teasingly, but I can tell the answer matters to her.

“You have no idea. The only thing better than this.” I point at the plate with my knife. “Is tasting you.”

Her cheeks flush a
nd her eyelashes lower slightly. The hooded look of her eyes causes my stomach to stir with lust. Continuing to eat after that look is difficult, but I power through, looking forward to what’s going to come after our meal.

“Oh my God! You’ll never believe what happened to me today!” She exclaims a few minutes later. “I was shopping at the mall and I was in this shop filled with antique and handmade ornaments, when I dropped my phone without realizing it. So, I’m looking at these ornaments for Grace and Candace, and there’s this tap on my shoulder. I turn around and – I shit you not – the guy holding my phone looked just like Santa Claus. I mean,
just like Santa.
It was so surreal that I almost died right there on the spot. All I wanted to do was sit on his lap and tell him what I wanted for Christmas. It’s like I was compelled to do it. He looked at me like I was crazy. It was so wild.”

“No shit?” I ask in disbelief. I wonder what it would be like to see good ole Kris Kringle. It must have been a blast back to her childhood for sure.

“Seriously. I felt like I was in a Hallmark movie or something.” She looks at me hesitantly for a minute, biting her lip. It’s as if she has something to say, but isn’t sure how. “I was going to wait to tell you this, but in the spirit of Christmas I can’t. I have some news,” she finally says and then proceeds to keep eating, like she isn’t leaving me hanging.