Chapter Nine
Slater
Christmas ought to be about giving—not taking.
For days now, I have been taking. Taking my fill of the woman I love. Taking her body, taking her pleasure, taking all of her sweetness for myself. Now it is time for giving. Sure, I’ve given her orgasms, I’ve given her freedom as my little girl that neither of us knew we were missing.
Tonight is about giving her something else. Something tangible. Not just a ring on her finger or my name on a vow of marriage. We’re at Mack and Mollie’s place, where half of the mountain has gathered to celebrate Christmas. I gave her half a dozen presents this morning, her big, beautiful eyes light up with each little wrapped gift I surprised her with.
Jewelry I’d gone to Lilli’s to purchase one night after I fucked my girl to sleep. A mantel piece Landon did for us, with her name woven with mine, both tied to my last name. An oak Christmas tree I promised we could keep up all year, where we can hang memories as we make them.
“Be good, chief,” she reminds me again as we head inside behind the flow of the others. Holding my hand, she stares at me for a moment. Reaching out, she pushes some hair from my eye, combs her fingers over my beard—which she spent twenty minutes brushing earlier—and smiles.
“Anything you ask, sweetheart,” I parrot what I have said to her since the night she came home to me.
Anything she could ask of me, I will do. Wash up, trim my beard, pull out good boots and nice flannels. Take her to Lilli’s so she could choose a dress—which meant two hours apart. Watch my temper, smile instead of shooting glares at any man who dares to glance at her.
I will chase her down in the middle of a snowstorm, fuck her like a savage, like the beast she has made of me. Spill my seed in her womb with hopes it takes. Call her my slut but love her like my angel. As long as she never asks me to go without her again, I will do anything she asks.
“You look so beautiful, sweetheart. Love your hair this way,” I breathe, reaching out to push one of the thick waves from her face. It’s silky and bouncing in curves that shine in the low light of the cabin.
“You look beautiful too,” she murmurs back, spinning close to beam up at me. “Never knew a grumpy lumberjack could clean up so nice.”
“Neither did I, sweetheart. Not before you. These jagoffs cleaned up nice too, I suppose. Guess we all needed the one thing we were missing.”
Our gaze circles the room filled with our friends. Most of us were miserable once. Alone up on a mountain, hiding away from the world. From our past or our pain. Hiding in the dense forests, beneath the thick cloud covering, under the guise of being aloof, being detached.
How could we know that one woman would change it all? One good woman who would accept us for just what we were. Twisted, tortured, tangled men who have scars, who scared the outside world off. Men who make mistakes, who have obsessive tendencies, who crave submission..
Who could know we might find the other side of ourselves in these sweet, loving women? That we might stop searching for acceptance, for love with anyone at all just before we find them. Or before they walk up and knock on their door, demanding that we let them in, even if we didn’t know we could. None of us would have been brave enough to wish for it.
Here we are, seeing those unspoken wishes come true.
“Now, I know you’re the singular reason this big jagoff is here,” Landon laughs as he winks at Serena while he passes me a beer.
“She is. This one will be the reason I do just about anything,” I admit, tipping the bottle against his with a smirk.
“That’s how it goes, brother. We become men we never knew we could be. Sometimes men we had no idea we wanted to be.”
Nodding at his sage words, I agree. I had no idea I wanted to come home to a woman waiting there for me. Never considered having little ones filling my cabin. I damn sure never thought I would have a Christmas tree in every room in my otherwise empty cabin. But alas, here we ar.
I teased Serena that I would allow us one hour here, two tops. I am not at all surprised when several hours pass without us even realizing. We laugh, we eat, we drink, hell these women even get a bunch of mountain men to play stupid party games. It is the best time we’ve ever had together.
Sitting by the huge fireplace with Serena in my lap, I watch her face beam with joy as she and the other ladies play a gift exchange. Saucy Secret Santa, they call it, each girl setting a wrapped gift in a basket, before they roll special dice that forces them to answer a sexy question, the room laughing and teasing them playfully. Once they come clean with a good enough secret, they choose a gift from the basket. The men just watch this with proud grins and boastful laughter.
The group has thinned down to just the lumberjacks from the felling crew and a few close friends. We’re gathered by the big fireplace that Landon keeps going. Mack keeps the drinks flowing, as Watt and Lock dish out cookies and sweets to keep the ladies happy while they play their game. We’re all having a good time, and it may be playful and light, but it is also meaningful and a night of memories I know none of us will forget.
Serena laughs with her girlfriends, sipping wine and rubbing my back as she cradles me close. I never want to be anywhere else but here, with her in her joy. Whether it is another holiday party or just a night spent with these people, these friends of ours, I know it will bring her such happiness. My girl loves to give to people, to see them joyful, to cater to their needs whatever they may be.
Now it will be my place, my sole goal in life to see to her every need.
“Serena,” I brush a whisper against her ear. “I love you, sweetheart. I love watching you be happy, watching you give joy to others. I truly, madly, obsessively, forever love you,” I husk reverently.
Serena turns, looping her arms over my shoulders as her head lowers, her nose brushing mine. “I accept that. I love you too, Slater. I do. I had no idea why I was coming back to your cabin. Not at first, at least. Now I think we both knew the minute you opened the door.”
“Yeah, I think you might be right. I should have let you sing your heart out that first night. But uh…sweetheart, I love you something awful, but how about you don’t sing alto next time, yeah?”
Letting out the softest, sweetest little laugh, she nods. “I accept that too. I got nervous. There was this big, hot, heavenly lumberjack eying me like a tree he wanted to climb,” she teases with another little chuckle.
“Oh, he did. He does. Never doubt that sweetheart,” I tease, kissing her jaw as I nuzzle close to her soft warmth.
We sigh together as we listen to the others laugh and tease each other. We’re long past the hour or two I said I was willing to share her. How could I take her from this when she is so happy, when she is beaming so brightly and so beautifully? I cannot, that is the truth. I can have a few drinks, chat with my logging crew, and have as good a time with our friends together.
This is one of my gifts to her. It is not tangible the way the mantel piece or the diamond necklace that sparkles on her neck. Somehow it might be more so to her, to be honest. Those big, honey warm eyes of hers beam up at me as we laugh, as we drink, as we celebrate the holiday together.
“I love you,” I breathe against her mouth hours later as I strip her out of her pretty dress, leaving just that sparkling necklace on. “You’re the most beautiful, most significant, single best Christmas gift of my life.”
Lying her down beneath the tree that glows by our fireplace, I push deep inside her. Pinning our laced hands above her head, I take her slow and long, driving into her for hours. Telling her over and over how good she feels, how much I crave her sweet little moans, her needy little body rubbing against mine as I draw out her pleasure. I whisper how much I love her in throaty grunts and trembled moans of pleasure.
Serena glows beneath the twinkling lights of the first tree we put up together. I decide like the oak one I built in our bedroom, this one will stay up. Even if I have to replace it again and again, this corner will always stay lit with the glow of a Christmas tree.
Because beneath this tree, she is so fucking beautiful, I cannot take my eyes off her. With her soft body clinging to mine as I sink deep into her hot tightness over and over, she is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. As her big eyes stare up at me, dark with pleasure as she comes for me, telling me to never stop filling her with my cum, to never stop giving her the gift of belonging to me, I am utterly ruined by how much I love her.
“I love you, I love you,” I pant against her pink mouth as still I fuck her, still I claim her, bending her beneath me, bringing her astride me, lying behind her on the rug, unable to stop stoking my cock inside of her wet heat, loving how needy she is, how she never stops giving it back.
“That’s it, daddy,” she mewls as I pinch her swollen pearl as I pump into her from behind, my teeth marking her shoulder, her throat, the back of her neck. Bouncing her ass back against me, she nods, begging for more meeting me thrust for thrust. “Give it all to me, just like that, daddy. Give it to your needy little girl. I want it all, daddy, please. Don’t stop, I need it inside me. I love how you fill me, how you jerk inside my little girl pussy.”
“Fuck, I love you so much, little girl. Tell daddy you love him. Tell him you need him forever. That you want him buried in your good girl pussy for the rest of the holiday. Tell daddy how you will give him the present of him pumping his baby inside of you. You want it, don’t you little girl?”
“Yes,” Serena moans long and loud, the single word becoming an endless cry. “ Daddy , yes. I love you, you, give me a baby for Christmas, please, daddy. Give it to me, that’s it, fill me up good and deep. Oh, yes, yes, I love you. I love you so much, daddy, I love being your little girl.”
“Such a good little girl, taking all of daddy’s cum in your greedy little pussy. That’s it, open up for daddy’s cum. Fuck, that’s it, that’s a good slut. Fuck, this pussy is so greedy for it. That’s a good girl, baby. Good girl.”
Serena mewls and moans as I fill her with my cum, her ass pushing back, her hands clawing at me, her little moans begging me to stay buried deep sending me into a second shuddering orgasm. Pleasure burns up my spin as I pin her down, giving her just what she begs me for. Just what we both want. I want it to stick, I want her round with my child, I want her tied to me so she can never escape me.
Not that she wants to. That little game of hers yesterday proved that. My sweet little girl ran off just to show me she would always let me catch her. That she knew what I warned was true. I would always be a step behind her if she ever tried. I will never let her be free of me.
Here in this cabin, snowed in for most of the holiday together, I set her free in ways she never knew someone could. We talk filthy, we fuck raw and ravenously, we play this daddy and his little girl game because it sets of us free. We’re tangled up in ways that can never be undone, in a way that will tie us tightly to each other no matter what we go through, no matter what games we play, how dirty and raw or how sweet and soft it is between us.
Before she came to my cabin with those big, doe eyes, a song on her lips and beauty in her heart, I was a miserable asshole who thought I would always be alone. Now I never have to feel that emptiness I carried for so long. Serena fills it up. We will fill this cabin with her light, with her softness, with the joy that she gives to anyone who will let her.
Hopefully soon, we will fill it with babies, with more memories of a dozen more holidays with each other, and with our friends. We will make love, we will fuck raw and ravenous, we will fight, and she might even run on me again. But in the end, we will stay tangled up just the way we spend the rest of the night by the fireplace on Christmas.
“Look at that,” I whisper to her sometime later as the twinkling lights on the tree light up her beautiful eyes. “This is the only gift I ever need underneath my tree. My favorite present ever. My sweet little girl. We will have to get beneath a tree every Christmas now, you know that, yes?”
Beaming up at me, she nods, drawing me to her once again. “Yeah, chief, I know. And, you know what...I accept that.”