Chapter 10
Jolene
A visit with Him is a tease of how I imagined my life would be after the auction… unlimited orgasms from men… well, from a man who adores me and didn’t give up on me no matter how many calls I ignored or texts I sent short, dismissive responses to.
I crank up Christmas pop songs through the house speakers so it doesn't seem like I'm sitting home alone sulking. The sulking stopped once He called.
In my bedroom, I slip into the sexy red lingerie I'd splurged on for after the auction, the sheer babydoll with lace edges. The term 'babydoll' hits me as being awkward for the first time ever. Becoming a mom rewires your brain, turning innocent words into landmines.
I sit at my vanity, open my makeup box and get to work. A swipe of red lipstick, smoky eye shadow, and a bit of body glitter liven me up.
Just because diapers and bedtime stories fill my days doesn't mean I forfeit the need to feel desired.
Jeremy has Jane for the next few hours and Hudson had his mother's family's Christmas party. If not for Hudson's wall calendar, I don't think I could keep all of the Christmas festivities straight. Too many half and step family celebrations.
The doorbell chimes and I blow my fabulous self a kiss in the mirror before padding to the front door.
My heart races and my body yearns for his touch.
I'm relieved that he reached out. I'd been afraid that he would give up on me.
That's why I didn't want to know his name, less to etch on my heart if he broke it.
It's possible I've misjudged him. Not everyone is as freaked out by suddenly owning a kid as I am. Hudson's certainly risen to the occasion. No time to think about the nicest guy in the world. I need to think about the naughtiest one.
I swing the door open and he's even more stunning in broad daylight. Still in flannel and jeans, but that doesn't much matter since my goal is to get him naked.
What catches me off guard is the gift he's holding.
"I'm so embarrassed," I blurt, crossing my arms over the thin fabric as the cold air tickles my skin. "I didn't get you anything."
"You didn't know I was coming." His gaze rakes down my body, slow and deliberate.
That warms me right up. I grin, stepping aside to let him in, clicking the door shut behind him.
He pauses to pull me in for a hug. "You're the only gift I ever need."
His embrace makes all of my problems melt away.
I should have found time for him sooner, but I can’t fault myself for taking a couple weeks to understand my new role.
The important thing is that he’s here now with no distractions.
Except for the ticking clocks of when Hudson will get home and Jeremy will bring Jane back.
Easing away, I toy with the shoulder-tie strap on my lingerie. "Are you going to unwrap me first, or should I tackle that gift?"
He sets the box under the Christmas tree, although he's kind of awkward about it, then turns back to me. "Thought we could hang out, get to know each other, then unwrap things."
"Jeremy's only got Jane for a couple hours."
He adds his fingers to mine at my shoulder. "Then we better get to it."
His tug loosens the bow, allowing the fabric to fall away from my breast. After a sharp inhale, he loosens the other side. The lingerie drifts down my body, leaving me bare since I saw no reason to force him to tear another pair of panties off me.
His hands find my waist, pulling me against him, then lifting me. His mouth claims mine as we step toward the blanket I laid out in front of the tree.
He eases me onto it then stands over me and undresses himself. I always thought booty calls were so odd. Was the other person just supposed to drop everything for sex? Yes, I get it now.
He crawls over me, kissing his way from my foot to my sex, which he deliberately bypasses, same for my breasts, then up to my lips.
His cock presses against my entrance. Now that I know how good it can be, I'm ready to skip all foreplay.
I arch my breasts into him. My leg hooks around his thigh, urging him closer. "Please, I need you."
His growl holds desperation. "I need you too, Jolene. Let's slow down and enjoy this."
"I want to enjoy your cock being inside of me."
He bucks his hips, giving me his tip then pressing further to get past the hardest part. When I breathe again, he stops. "Is that all you wanted?"
I wiggle underneath him. "Are you teasing me?"
He counters with a few small motions that hit just right. "Teasing would be telling you that I had your Christmas present custom made."
I'd swear his cock is custom made for me, but I don't think that's what he means. I try to comment but he plunges inside of me.
"Who do you belong to?" he whispers in my ear.
My heart flutters. My defenses fall away. But how can I be sure this isn't just pillow talk? That one's on me since he wanted to talk first.
"Tell me who you belong to."
Why am I holding back? Why don't I trust him? Why don't I trust Hudson? Oops! Why am I thinking about Hudson? A wild thought rolls through me, imagining the two of them claiming me, fulfilling the promise of the auction.
It unsettles me how much I wish I could have them both. The reindeer wrangler for his take-charge style and Hudson for— I force myself to stop thinking of Hudson while a very satisfying dick is inside of me.
Why now, of all times, does a saying pop into my head…
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
So what's a cock in the bush worth… I stop my silliness.
There's no time for fantasies when I made the choice to have sex under the Christmas tree in clear view of the front door. My bedroom would have offered privacy and less need to watch the clock. As it is, I’m counting on Hudson sticking to his schedule—as Mr. Reliable always does.
"I'm yours." Surrender washes through me as I admit how deeply I want to be with him.
I can't make out what he says because I gasp as he thrusts deep, filling me, his rhythm building fast.
Our bodies intertwine. He rolls me on top of him. His leg bumps into the tree, ornaments jingle, and for a split second we freeze, making sure it's not going to topple onto us.
"You drive me wild," he mutters, his pace unrelenting even from below.
Sweat slicks our bodies, the pop music playing in the background. In this exact moment, my life is perfect. I cry out, shattering around him, and he follows, rolling us back so he's on top.
We lie there, tangled on the floor, eventually rolling onto our sides, tree lights casting colorful patterns across his body.
"We have time for another round." I can't let this opportunity go to waste.
"I unwrapped my present. I think it's time you open yours." He fishes the gift out from under the tree, and I don't question why he'd rather swap presents than cum.
I prop myself on an elbow and tear the wrapping paper off. From my awkward position, I fumble the plain white box while trying to open it. He grabs it, opens the lid, and shows me…black leather cuffs lined with soft fur and studded with silver stars.
I sit up, stunned by the custom design. How did he know I love stars? "Handcuffs? They're so beautiful."
But why are there four?
"Ankles too."
Heat rushes through me. I'm giddy. “And the stars?”
“Seemed perfect for you.”
“They are.”
"I know you love your freedom, but you also seem to love restraints."
I wrap one of the cuffs around my wrist. "You want to tie me up and fuck me, and you're worried it'll cramp my style? Let me assure you—it won't be a problem."
He gets that feral look again and fastens the buckle on the cuff I tried on.
He leans me onto my back and fastens the other end on the foot of the couch.
I test the cuff—firm, unyielding. He scoots me to the side so my head is between the two couches and he fastens my other arm to the second couch.
The vulnerability hits differently, exposed like this, but it ignites something raw. His hands roam over my entire body, teasing until I'm writhing and tugging at the restraints.
I'm at his mercy, surrendering control to him. Escaping responsibilities. Embracing my sexuality as he explores every inch of me with licks and kisses.
I have a sensitive spot behind my knee that I didn't know about. My stomach does somersaults as he kisses over my belly. My nipples are rock-hard and then some as he teases with his tongue. And my fingers. I had no idea how much I would like him sucking on my fingers.
This is what I dreamed of and it's mine. All I have to do is trust that he wants me. That shouldn't be so difficult.
Then he lines his body up with mine and slides his cock inside. We feel so right together. I'm his, and I mean it.
Ecstasy builds, coiling until it can't be contained any longer. I fracture into a million pieces. I'm glitter floating on the breeze. And I'm his.
He rides through my release, giving me a chance to catch my breath before his cock swells, pushing me right into another orgasm with him.
I hug his body against mine, shocked by how free I feel with him. A million questions should be flooding my brain but there's only one I can't shake… Hudson being a part of this.
Have I fantasized about my stepbrother so many times, I can't accept reality? Guilt niggles at me for where my mind wanders while in these strong arms. I should be happy. I am. I'm more than happy.
Yet, my mind morphs Hudson's kind actions into those of a loving husband. Why can't I just be happy, brain? Should I have snuck into his bedroom one of the many times I heard him masturbating? Could this have all been solved long ago?
My wrangler unfastens my wrists and helps me bring each arm to my side. All of the tugging gave me quite a workout.
He curls behind me, drapes an arm over me, and we listen to the Christmas music while watching the twinkling lights. It's time I grow up and learn to be happy with what I have.
He runs his fingers through my hair, then picks up a strand of tinsel. "Thank you for letting me come over."