PART 1 #2
I snap out of my thoughts as Mav rips the top of the box away from the lower half.
His chest rumbles with approval at what he’s been given.
Using his pinky, he lifts the red lace panties.
“Jesus, baby. You tryin’ to kill me?” He licks his lips as he takes in the matching bra, nylons, and garter belt.
“Fuck, are you gonna go put this on?” His heated golden eyes draw up to mine as he reaches out to grab me.
Dodging his hands and smiling, I say, “Why don’t you open the card while I go change?”
He looks reluctant but hands over the box. His eyes track me as I back out of the room. I leave him with the card and head upstairs to change. After I do, I step into my red heels and return downstairs.
I have a good idea of what I’ll find when I finally see him, but still, it makes my heart swell. Mav is facing the Christmas tree. He’s sitting on the edge of the off-white suede couch, wiping tears from his eyes while he examines his baby in the ultrasound photo I gave him.
“I wanted to give you your first picture.” I say this as I come closer and run my hands through his dark hair. He pushes his head into my hand. His fingers slide over my calf. His other hand does the same, and then his hands move slowly up to cup the back of my thighs.
As Mav raises his head and his eyes meet mine, I straddle him, sitting on his lap.
While combing my fingers through his hair, I admit, “I bought us a camera, too, so we can take more.”
Mav just stares at me with so much emotion. I can’t tell if he’s pleased by the picture or upset that I went to my first doctor’s appointment without him. I feel bad about not asking him to come to my special appointment yesterday that Doctor Alister set up for me. But I wanted it to be a surprise.
His hands slide to my back, kneading his fingers into my skin. He pulls me a bit closer as if he fears if he doesn’t, I’ll slip away. Then he shakes his head, and his eyes leave mine.
“Hey.” I dip so I can lock my gaze with his. “What’s wrong? Are you mad that you didn’t get to come with me?”
He backs away a bit, and his molten eyes meet mine.
They sweep down my body. When they come back up, he exhales.
“This is everything I dreamed about, and every day it just gets better and better.” He stares at me for a long time before he tells me the rest. “Sometimes the idea of losing this scares the shit outta me.”
His gaze dances over my face, and the emotion I see there freaks me out for a second.
I place my hand over the tattoo on his abs. “Shh...I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. This is us, right? Always.”
His grip tightens on my waist again. “I’m scared of screwing this up somehow. Like before. We spent how many weeks apart because I didn’t just come right out and tell you what was going on with me.”
“Mav, there isn’t a man out there that could love me more than you do.
I know that. I’m not looking for you to be perfect.
No one’s perfect. Not even me. Just be the best you can, and I’ll love you for it.
So will Will and this baby. That’s all you can do.
Talk to me and tell me how you feel. I can’t read your mind, and that’s only ever been our issue.
We can’t keep thinking we know what’s going on. We have to talk to each other.”
“I know, baby.” He cups my face and rubs my cheek. “I promise I’ll talk to you, okay? No more jumping to conclusions.”
I nod. “I will, too.”
I let him pull me closer so I’m lying against his chest. His heartbeat drums away next to my ear, and his hand slides up and down my back.
“Thank you,” he says. “It was the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten.”
“Did you see the due date?”
I can’t see it, but I know he’s smiling. “Yeah, June. It seems like a long time from now, but I know it’s going to go by fast.”
“When do you think we should tell Will?”
He thinks it over for a while before answering. “Tomorrow?”
I grin, because I was thinking the same thing. I’m just a little nervous to see how Will takes the news. What if she doesn’t want to share us with another baby? Right now, she’s the center of attention; how will she feel having to share the spotlight?
“So about this other present?”
It doesn’t take long for my mercurial biker to come out to play, like I knew he would. His fingers start to tease the edge of my panties, then they slip down, until one large palm covers my ass cheek. Bending his head, he whispers into my ear, “This body should never be wrapped in this color.”
I smile against his chest. “Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”
Ignoring my question, he asks, “You think she’s asleep yet?” When I sit up and place my hands on his shoulders, he steals a glance at the stairs.
I follow his gaze and then turn back to him. “Yeah, I checked. She’s out.”
His finger begins to trail over my bra strap. Pulling it to the side, he lets it fall off my shoulder. Then he does the same to the other side, so my bra sags and reveals more of my breasts. He shifts back on the couch and positions me over his knees so he can get a better look at me.
“Fuck, Doll. I want to pinch myself just to make sure I’m not dreamin’.”
His large hands come up and cup my breasts, testing the weight and feel of them both.
“These are definitely bigger.”
I scowl at him. I can’t count the number of times he’s said that over the last few days.
Laughing at my glare, he eyes them again. “I’m not complainin’. At all. They’re...” Drifting off, he licks his lips and rubs his calloused thumbs over the tops of them. “They’re just hard not to stare at. My dick gets hard merely thinkin’ about them. But this...”
He smirks mischievously. “I almost wanna take a picture so I don’t ever forget what they look like like this. Fuckin’ dressed in red lace and practically busting out of this bra.”
Coming forward, he pops one from the confines of the lace and then swirls his tongue around my pebbled nipple.
As if a string runs directly from where his mouth is to my sex, I arch due to the ache there.
Cupping the back of Mav’s head, I hold him to me.
His mouth lavishes over my tender breast, and with every kiss, my core tightens.
He pays homage to both, before trailing kisses up my neck.
Breathing the words into my ear, he murmurs, “Turn around.” The low tone of his voice has every hair on my body springing up in the best way possible.
With his help, I turn and face the tree.
Then glance over my shoulder to look at him.
Mav groans long and deep. He’s stroking himself over his pants as his other hand strokes softly glides his knuckles down my spine.
“Jesus, Doll, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so fucking thankful you’re mine.
” His eyes blaze with fiery heat. “C’mere," he demands next.
His hand snakes into my hair, fisting a handful.
He half turns me so his forehead touches mine, and scoots me back so my back into his chest. The way his harsh breaths tickle my skin has a spike of lust spiralling through me.
He begins thumbing one of my nipples, making it rock hard for him.
Peering down at his hand on me, he says, “I’ve been soft with you until now.” The hoarseness to his voice gives his desperate need for more away.
He’s not my Mav anymore. This is Luce, and just the idea of what’s coming has moisture coating the new panties I’m wearing.
The kiss he gives me starts slow and builds.
His tongue delves into my mouth and plays with my tongue.
When he pulls back, his teeth capture my bottom lip and cage it between his teeth for a moment before letting go.
“But I don’t want to be soft tonight, Doll. ”
He presses on my back, forcing me to bend forward, and I plant my hands on his knees to keep myself from falling.
As I do, he grinds his erection against my ass.
The friction has another growl vibrating in his chest. In a rocking motion, we move together.
Then he pulls me back into him, and Mav’s lips eat at me.
My shoulder. My neck. He lifts my hair and kisses the most rarely touched skin right by my hair line.
The action has me moaning like crazy, and I don’t care.
It feels so fucking good. Wet lips press into my nape.
Teeth scrape against the pulse point on my neck.
His tongue digs into my skin behind my ear, and dear God, I nearly come from that alone.
His hands knead my skin and massage every part of me.
They roam and knead my chest, shoulders, and scalp.
His fingers dig so deep into my skin that I lose myself.
The sensations of his mouth, hands, and cock are making me damn near mindless.
When Mav’s hand snakes around to my stomach, I’m only seconds away from unraveling. He moves my panties aside and, without warning, plunges two fingers, knuckling deep inside me.
I shout his name and instantly come apart. My insides pulse, and my core squeezes around his fingers over and over again until slowly the muscles relax.
It’s a long time before he withdraws them from inside me, but when he does, he moves them up my skin, over my stomach, chest, and neck.
He doesn’t say a word as he rubs them against my lips, but he doesn’t have to.
I open as he slides them inside. I make love to his fingers and suck every bit of myself off him.
His kisses have slowed but not stopped. Not until he sucks my earlobe into his mouth and breathes out, “Spin around baby, and give me that sweet mouth.”
I do as he says and straddle him once again. Before he can kiss me, I yank at his shirt and wait for him to pull it off over his head, then quickly drop it to the floor.
His mouth clashes against mine again. The kiss is hot and fierce.
Hard and demanding. He hungrily devours me.
He works to remove first the barrier of his pants, before lifting me, sliding my panties aside, and then forcing me down.
I moan and caress every inch of his chest as he fills me.
Mav’s fingers once again begin to knead my flesh while his other hand stays on my waist and powers me to move forward and up and down and back. I roll with the thrust of his hips.
“Jesus, baby. That’s it. Ride me, and let me feel those fuckin’ tits hit my chest.”
Our breathing is heavy and we’re both gasping as we grind together. Every so often, he growls, and with each one, his movements become more powerful, more frantic to reach his release.
Throwing my head back, I let it all out. “God, Luce. Yeah, so close. Ugh, no right there. Oh my God.”
He drives deep and hits me right where I need him. He does it again. And fuck again. Feeling my muscles tense and my legs shake, I fight a little longer to endure. His mouth moves to my collarbone, nipping it with tiny bites.
A moment later when his teeth clamp down on the skin of my neck, I lose it as the pain shoots straight to my core. I close my eyes to let it all wash over me. Little lights, like the ones on the tree behind me, dance over my eyelids.
Mav rocks savagely one more time into me. He rasps, “Sweet Jesus,” against my skin as his body releases into mine.
Ass my inner walls begin to relax, his cock pulses over and over again, filling me with his warmth. When the last bit of his release leaves him, Mav falls back against the couch he takes me with him. His arms wind around me and he hugs me tightly to his chest.
“Mmmm," He murmurs tiredly against my temple. “We’re gonna have to do this again next year. And the one after that.”
“Like our own Christmas tradition.”
“Yeah. Just mine and yours. Hot fuckin’ sex in front of the tree. Sounds perfect.”
Mav reaches over and grabs the throw blanket off the edge of the couch. He pulls it around my shoulders and covers us both. I snuggle closer and breathe him in.
“You make me happy, Mav. I love you.”
Using his knuckle, he tips my chin up and kisses my lips. “I love you too, baby. Thank you for making this the best Christmas.”
Chuckling, I say, “It’s just getting started, just wait til Will wakes up.”
He grins. “I can’t wait to see her face.”
“You know, she’s going to tear through all of those presents in seconds, right?” He doesn’t reply. Instead, he closes his eyes, and his smile spreads wider. “Then she’ll be begging you to teach her how to ride her new bike.”
“Like I said. I can’t fuckin’ wait.”
I laugh. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger.”
His eyes open and focus on my face. They dip to my lips and then come back to my eyes. “So do you, Doll. And there’s nothin’ wrong with that. I love my girls.”
After shaking my head, I snuggle back into him and rest my head just under his chin. We’re both quiet, enjoying the moment. The only sounds are that of the clock on the wall and our breaths.
Finally, I break the silence. “We’re making a huge mess.”
He laughs and begins to lift me up off of him. “How about we go upstairs and finish this?” Standing, I wind the blanket more tightly around me. For a second, I think he’s joking, but then he sweeps me up into his arms, and it’s so sudden I let out a big shriek. “Mav!”
“C’mon. I want to show you why I’ve never been on the nice list.”