Chapter Nine
Denver
I leaned down to unplug the tree as Valerie straightened the couch pillows behind me, but I paused.
Everyone had turned in for the night. NJ was passed out in her crib and Caleb had been snoring under his mountain of blankets for at least an hour now.
I turned, watching my woman for a moment.
Most of her life, she’d been taking care of everyone around her, putting herself last in every situation.
From the moment I saw her, I had this burning desire to take care of her, to make sure she never wanted for anything else in this life.
I set about doing just that, giving her my name, our daughter, my son, my heart, and even my tainted soul.
All of it was hers, and somehow, she’d managed to bring light and love into every aspect of my life.
She turned this empty house into a home, bringing happiness back to Hallow Ranch.
She was the reason we’d survived.
She was doing all of this for me, to heal a broken part of me that I didn’t care about.
My enchantress cared.
Because she loved me, all of me, completely.
“Baby,” I called softly, watching her bend and fluff the last pillow, “you’ve done enough.”
“I know, I know,” she fussed. “I just want it to be pretty when everyone wakes up.”
A low growl rumbled up from my chest as I crossed the space in two steps, my arm hooking around her front and yanking her back against me. My free hand went to her neck, holding her in place as her chest heaved, her pants filling the quiet.
“Smoke,” she breathed.
God, that fuckin’ nickname would be the death of me.
I shifted, moving my other hand to the front of her jeans—my favorite pair—and flicking the button open.
Her hands went to my forearm at her chest as she braced for what was to come.
I bent my neck, my lips finding the shell of her ear as I yanked up her sweater, feeling goose bumps rising across her endless curves.
“Takin’ care of everyone, Valerie,” I whispered.
“That’s all you do. Every fuckin’ day.” My hand splayed across her soft stomach as she whimpered.
“Doin’ all this for me and thinkin’ I wouldn’t fuck you in front of the tree.
” I lowered my hand, the tips of my fingers sliding underneath the thin lace of her panties. “Is that what you want? Hmm?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered. She tried to turn her head, but my hand tightened around her neck.
“No,” I refused, turning us to face the tree.
“I want you to take all this in as you fuck my hand. I want you to realize how amazing you are for this.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond, sinking my hand farther, my fingers finding her pussy, warm and wet.
I chuckled, grazing my teeth against her skin as I kicked her legs open wider with my boot.
“Always soaked for your cowboy, baby,” I praised, lightly touching her clit.
Her entire body jerked in my hold. “Honey,” she breathed.
“Shut the fuck up,” I ordered quietly. “Be a good girl and let me play.”
I stroked her clit, back and forth, savoring her sounds.
Desperate pants and pleading whimpers. They were all for me and I fuckin’ loved it.
It wasn’t long before my fingers were soaked with her and her legs were shaking.
“Haven’t even stretched you yet,” I murmured, looking over her shoulder, watching my hand move in her jeans.
She arched, pressing her ass against my crotch, grinding against my cock.
I bit down, my jaw jumping. “My greedy little slut.”
She moaned. “Den—”
Fuck, but she was so close, wasn’t she?
My hand clamped over her mouth as I shoved two fingers into her pussy.
I clicked my tongue. “We have a full house, beautiful. Don’t need anyone hearing you come apart for me.
” I fucked her with my hand, listening to the sounds of it.
Another dark chuckle left me. “Even your cunt wants to be loud tonight.”
She came then, unable to stop it. Her nails dug into my arm as she screamed into my palm, her body jerking, back arched, pussy flooding my hand.
“Yeah,” I rasped. “Fuck yeah, baby. Soak my hand. That’s the Christmas gift I wanted.”
My cock ached for her. Her head landed on my shoulder, and I watched her eyes roll back with pleasure. I knew then I didn’t have the patience to carry her upstairs to finish this. I didn’t care if anyone heard us.
I needed to fuck my wife.
I ripped my hand from her. “On your hands and knees,” I commanded, shoving her jeans down. “Stick that ass out for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she rasped, lowering to the floor.
“Eyes on the tree.”
She kept her head straight, knees planted wide and back arched, waiting for me. I stared at her as I undid my buckle, the sounds of it surrounded us. “Please, Smoke,” she whispered.
“Shut your mouth before I fuck it,” I growled. “Be a good girl.”
She went quiet again as I fisted my cock, stroking it, my eyes on her ass covered in red lace.
I grunted, dropping to my knees as my mouth watered.
Both of my hands went to her cheeks, and I put my face in her cunt, sucking on her clit through the thin fabric.
Another moan escaped her, the sound making my cock twitch as her sweetness coated my tongue.
“Smoke, baby, please,” she rasped.
I rose up and fisted her underwear with both hands, ripping it right down the middle before pulling the flimsy material from her body. I covered her then, fisting her hair, yanking her head. “Open that disobedient mouth,” I rumbled, balling up the lace, my hard cock resting between her ass cheeks.
Those green eyes were dilated with desire, her cheeks painted red, her dark waves surrounding her beauty.
The sight was almost too much, and when she opened her pretty pink lips, I felt a bead of cum form at the tip of dick.
My upper lip curled as I shoved her soaked panties into her mouth and covered it with my hand.
“Taste your cum while I fuck your slutty little pussy, wife,” I said hotly, lining my tip with her entrance.
Her beautiful body trembled underneath me as I slowly pushed into her heat.
She coated my cock, drenching me as her walls stretched around me. Fuck.
My arm curled underneath her as I braced my free hand on the ground. I pulled out and snapped my hips as I groaned into her hair. “I’ll never get used to you, Valerie,” I rasped against her, my hips moving now. “My enchantress.”
She moaned, the sound muffled.
“Gonna fuck you into the floor now, gorgeous.” I cupped her tit, squeezing it. “You be a good girl and take it, yeah?”
She nodded against me, and in the next second, I had my hand on the back of her neck, pinning her top half to the rug, keeping her ass in the air.
My free hand went to her ass as I slowly pulled out, watching how my shaft glistened with her.
“So pretty, all stretched out for me,” I murmured as she groaned, pushing back against me, forcing my cock back inside.
“You ready to get fucked under the Christmas tree?”
She nodded rapidly in my hold, her hair spread all over the rug.
I gave her what she wanted, thrusting back into her to the hilt. Her pussy tightened, and my head fell back, my balls resting against her heat. “Every single time I’m inside you, your cunt doesn’t want me to leave. You’re my heaven, Val.”
Another sound came from her, but I didn’t bother registering it, a primal need taking over now.
Her muffled whimpers faded as I began slamming into her over and over, pounding, rutting.
The tip of my cock hit her womb in an endless loop of blinding pleasure.
After a few minutes, my hand on her neck shifted, my fingers tangling in her thick locks once more.
I bared my teeth as I yanked her up against me, and the image of us came to me.
Her in my hold as I fucked her, both of us still halfway dressed, the Christmas tree, all of it drenched in the warm light of the fire as the blizzard raged on outside. “Hands on my thighs,” I ordered.
She obeyed, reaching back and bracing her hands on my jean-clad legs.
I forced her to arch, neck and back, and when our eyes met, I growled, “Aside from our children, you’re the greatest fucking gift this damn world has ever given me.”
Tears shined in her eyes.
“You could never hurt me,” I continued, circling back to our conversation in the kitchen.
“Your breath is all I need, but knowing how far you’ve gone, how much you’ve tried…
guts me, baby.” I paused, groaning as her walls began to flutter around me.
My woman needed praise, but she would never admit it.
“You’re such a good wife, doing everything you can to make me happy,” I murmured, chest heaving, still pumping into her.
A drop of sweat slid down my temple as my hand came to her front, finding her clit.
I rubbed her in circles in time with my fucking.
“You’re the best thing a cowboy like me could ask for.
I don’t need a perfect Christmas, Val. I just need you. ”
Her face twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure, her eyes gleaming.
I knew what she needed.
I pulled the underwear from her mouth, my hips slowing as she gasped. My fingers didn’t slow. I needed her to reach her peak before I lost my mind.
Her hands lifted slightly. “Smoke, I can’t—”
“Don’t you fuckin’ move,” I ordered, voice dark.
Her eyelids fluttered shut, her breath labored. She was close, her body shaking again. “I can’t—Denver, please.”
My eyes darted upwards, finding the clock on the mantel. “It’s midnight, baby. Christmas,” I taunted. “Be a good little slut and give me my present. Milk me.”
Her pussy clamped around me like a vise as pleasure consumed her, her hips grinding uncontrollably as I pinched her clit.
I swore under my breath, released her hair, and shoved my hand up her sweater, pulling the cup of her bra down.
My hand engulfed her breast, fingers digging into her plump flesh before I pushed her forward.
She fell onto the floor, biting her lip, trying to contain her moans as I mounted her, knees on either side of her ass.
I rose up, putting both hands on her lower back and held her down, thrusting into her with abandon now.
“Yes,” she hissed, twisting her neck to look at me with her enchanting green eyes. “Fuck me, Smoke. Ruin me.”
“I’m gonna get you pregnant again,” I threatened harshly. Even though we were done having children, our breeding kink grew stronger as the years went on. “Is that what you want, baby?”
A breathless laugh of pleasure left her then. “Yes, sir,” she moaned. “Breed me, Denver.”
Breed me.
Fuck.
Jesus—fuck.
Pleasure consumed me, our skin slapping together.
White spots scattered across my vision as my balls drew up.
I covered her then, my mouth landing on hers as I humped her, letting go.
My seed filled her as I took her mouth, tasting her, devouring her.
My body jerked and my fingers pressed harder into the plump flesh of her hips.
She would bear my marks tomorrow, a reminder of this special moment.
By the time I broke our kiss, our breaths were colliding violently, our bodies slowly coming down from the peaks we’d found in each other.
“Thank you,” she whispered, stretching her neck and kissing me again.
I leaned up, giving her a bit of space. “Don’t have to thank me for fuckin’ you, baby. It isn’t a chore.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.” Her eyes dropped to my lips as she reached up to touch my beard.
“Let me clarify,” I muttered, pulling my hips back before pushing them back against her. Her lips parted. “You don’t need to thank me for anything. We’ve been over this.”
“I know.”
“So stop thanking me.”
Her eyes met mine again. “You’re my greatest gift too, Denver.”
My jaw tightened and I dropped my head. “Great. Now I gotta fuck you again.”
“I don’t want to be fucked again. I want you to make love to me in our bed.”
I smiled. “Merry Christmas, Enchantress.”
“Merry Christmas, Smoke.”