Chapter Thirty-Nine
TYLER
I stand at the top of the monstrous hill, examining what we have deemed the Beast. Cole and Anthony stand on either side of me, holding their sleds as we prepare to start our annual Christmas Competition.
Much like every year, we didn't want to go home for the holidays, so we ended up at an Island themed Christmas party.
On our stumble home after too many drinks, we came across this hill.
Bring together three competitive drunk guys, and you find us sledding down the damn thing with just our bodies, despite the risk of frostbite.
Because of the alcohol coursing our bodies, lots of throwing up occurred and we decided that as proper elimination of the competition.
Did I mention we stole a tiki statue from the party? That somehow became the trophy for the Beast Race. The tradition stuck, and we told ourselves to pass it onto our kids, too.
The ultimate goal is to go up and down as many times as possible without throwing up. Last man standing wins the title Conqueror of the Beast and gets to claim Tiki, whom we named Sheldon, until the next competition next year.
Chuckling at the memory, I look over at the truck to see the girls all snuggled together in a blanket, sipping thermos of hot cocoa. Sunny clutches her mug, her pert nose red from the cold, the beanie on her head taming the wild tendrils framing her face, but there’s a smile.
My girl.
“Are we going to do this or what?” Anthony jumps up and down, warming his body up.
“I think since this is Sunny’s first year, she needs to conquer the beast too.” I meet her stare as she hears her name. “Initiation, if you will.”
“It’s imperative,” Cole says. “I think all the girls should have to start doing a run on the beast.”
“No.” Sam settles herself in the truck bed. “I’m not moving my ass from this spot.”
“Come on! Yes you are!” Anthony trudges towards the girls.
“No!” Macey giggles as they all scramble to run away from us. Fresh snow starts falling from the sky, preparing a soft cushion for any wipeouts.
“New family members equals new traditions!” Anthony grabs Macey’s hand.
“Hey, don’t put that on me!” Sunny giggles as I slide her off the truck bed. The snow starts to grace her eyelashes and wild blonde hair. Her blue-green eyes are so bright against the white background.
“Come on, Sunny darling, it’s time for you to participate in some more family traditions.” I lead her to my sled.
After too much fucking protests, each girl is settled with a guy on the sled. Macey with Anthony, Sam with Cole, which I’m sure she’s thrilled about. And my Sunny with me. She’s settled right between my legs, leaning back into me. My heart fucking pummels.
“This is the biggest hill I’ve ever seen. It’s practically a mountain.” Sunny grips the front of the sled.
I place my hands over hers. “And we’re going to conquer it.”
“Speak for yourself,” she groans.
I live for these moments with my family. It’s even better now that I have my other half here to participate. Finally.
“Okay! On your mark!” Anthony announces.
“Just hold on as tight as you can. If we fall off, you get up and run as fast as you can. I’ll grab the sled.”
She nods her understanding. Regardless of her protests, I can see her eyes narrowing down the hill. She’s competitive just like me.
“Get set!” Cole yells.
“Let’s kick their asses,” I whisper, just for her. “Go!” I yell, pushing us to our descent. I hear her little screams as we race down the hill. The cold air bites at us but the smile on her face is perfect.
We’re both audibly laughing as we continue to make our way down. Her head is on my shoulder, my arms wrapped around her as I clutch the front of the sled. I peer over to see Cole and Sam tied with us. Macey and Anthony are just a few feet behind.
“Tyler!” Sunny yells as we go over a small bump.
We both fly off the sled and roll into the snow. Sitting up on her knees, she’s laughing so hard, no sound is even coming out of her mouth. Cole and Sam get up and start their ascent up the hill.
“Run, Sunny! Don’t let them win!” I get up and grab the sled. She immediately starts running up the beast, gaining on the two ahead of us.
I’m honestly impressed. My girl can run.
“And you want to chase that?” Anthony winks and starts racing up the hill.
Sunny makes it to the top of the hill, jumping up and down as she calls for me to hurry up. Sam and Cole get situated in their sled to make their descent. Macey keeps stumbling in the snow, falling as her feet sink in the soft powder.
“Macey,” Anthony groans, throwing his head back.
Throwing our sled on the ground, I sling Sunny back on by the waist and push us down the beast again. This time, we have a lot of speed and pass Cole and Sam. Sunny flips the two off as we pass them, and I can’t help but laugh. Sam sticks her tongue out.
God I love my family.
The sled halts this time, but we don’t go flying off it like the initial time. Sunny gets to her feet as she meets Cole’s stare. They both go running up the hill, racing one another. Sam and I stare at the two and then one another.
“Looks like someone is more competitive than you!” Sam takes off up the beast.
“Run, run, run Tyler!” Sunny yells.
I smile as I make my ascent up the hill. For a brief moment, the thought crosses my mind — what will this look like with all our kids?
After their third round, the girls tapped out and settled back on the truck. Despite their labored breaths, their smiles don’t leave their faces.
Not a shock, Anthony ends up throwing up first, but he powers through as he trudges up the hill. I unfortunately tap out, knowing if I don’t soon, I’ll be looking like Anthony heaving at the base of the hill.
Cole stands pridefully at the top of the beast, holding his sled up with a deep fuck yeah, filling the quiet air.
“All right, let’s pack it up and take our frozen asses back home for movie night.” Sam slides off the truck bed.
Cole and Anthony know their cue as they jump into Sam’s jeep wrangler. Cole takes the wheel and makes sure Sunny stays behind with me.
Packing up the sleds in the bed of my truck, I watch as the rest of the family drives away. They take off into the dimming sky, leaving me and Sunny behind. I turn around to see her sitting in the passenger side, rubbing her mitted hands together to fight off the cold.
I finally have her alone.
Opening her passenger door, I unbuckle her seatbelt without saying a word, making her eyes widen. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her out of the truck.
“Tyler, what are you doing?” she asks as I drag her out of the truck, stumbling on her feet.
Slamming her on the hood, I knock open her legs with my own so I’m right between those jean clad thighs. Just a few inches closer to my heaven.
Looking down at her, I watch as her chest moves up and down, the steam from her breath floods the space between us. I inhale her, taking her in. Her nose is red from the cold and her body is trembling against the icy cold of the hood of the truck.
I have to have her.
I grab her thighs, tugging her closer to me so her jean covered pussy is flush against my hard fucking cock. Only four layers remain between us and I’m ready to rip those layers right off.
I lean over her and give her body a once over, admiring the way shock looks on her. Are you scared of me yet, Sunny? But as she looks at me, I don’t see fear, I see a challenge.
When I grab her throat and she doesn’t flinch is when I know I have her trust. With heady need, I slam my lips to hers. Her once tense body melts under me, only further proof her fire grows by my touch.
She wraps her legs around my waist, tugging me closer so my hard dick is pressed against her. When I groan, she smiles and fuck, I love how much power she knows she has over me.
I hit the hood of the truck, trying to calm my raging fucking hard on. That only makes her smile bigger against my lips. I want her so fucking badly, but I also want to keep playing with her, dangling her on this edge of almost. I want to rack up the score between us so she can never call it even.
Flexing my jaw, I remind myself soon enough we'll cross that bridge, stepping over the fine line we’ve been treading. Not here, not like this.
I’ve had to slowly prepare her, especially after her history.
It’s fragile territory and I’m going to do this right with her.
I need to keep tallying off my list I subconsciously made.
My list of ways to make it up to her for that night in the gym.
It’s somehow become a bargain for us, the only thing that she uses to allow herself to have whatever this is between us.
I’ll keep making my way down that list, because lord knows there’s more things I’ll be begging her forgiveness for.
My hands move under her flannel, meeting the soft warm skin underneath to then find her waistband, unbuttoning the jeans open for better access.
“Tyler —” she breathes against my lips.
“Shhhh.” I slip my hand inside her jeans. “Fuck, baby,” I groan against her mouth.
Frustrated, I work my lips on hers, nipping and biting my way down her jaw, her neck. Arching her back, she lets out a moan as I plunge my fingers inside her.
Removing myself from her, I grab her flannel and rip it down the middle, making buttons fly around us. Her scowl quickly turns to a whimper when she’s met with the cold air stinging her skin. I pull her tank top up, revealing her pink peaked nipples just begging for my mouth.
As I slide my hand back into her pants, my lips and tongue find a nipple, eliciting a soft little moan from her. My body fucking trembles when my fingers sink into those, wet, tight muscles that wrap around my fingers.
“Tyler—” Hearing my name on her lips does something inside me.
Her knees are drawn up and her fingers claw my back deliciously. She opens herself up to me willingly while I finger fuck her. The cold may hurt, but my need for her hurts even more.
My body was made to please hers, and that’s exactly what I’ll do. Little by little I’ll make my girl ache for me the way I ache for her. I want her hurting for me. I want her to experience the pain I feel when we are apart. She will be consumed with me the way I am consumed with her.
Feeling that sweet cunt squeeze my fingers, I stop my rhythm. She huffs out a breath of frustration as her nose flares.
God, she’s fucking adorable when she’s upset.
Grabbing her face between my fingers, I force her to look at me. “What do you want, baby?”
“You. I want you.” She tightens her legs around me. And I love how boldly, how promptly she said it without hesitation.
“You’ll always have me. Without you, there is nothing left worth living for me. So tell me, Sunny, whose are you?”
Her breathing quickens, and I can tell she’s so close to the edge. I won’t let her jump off unless she takes me with her.
“Yours,” she finally breathes.
Continuing my fingers inside her, she lets out a breathy moan as I give her what she asks. “That’s right Sunny, mine. Now say it again.”
“Yours,” she whimpers.
I use my palm to create the right amount of friction on her clit as I keep a steady rhythm of my fingers inside her. She squirms underneath me, her body writhing with uncontrollable need. Fuck, I love playing with her.
A quick glance at the sky shows me a clashing of colors. Night and day fighting for the sky’s attention.
“Better cum for me, little fire, we’re burning daylight. This opportunity may not present itself again tonight,” I say against her fiery hot skin. She rolls her head back, closing her eyes as she grips me like her lifeline.
I grab her face again. “Sunny. Look at me.” She bites her lip, trying to suppress the screams from her mouth. “Scream all you want, baby. No one gets the pleasure of hearing that pretty mouth but me.”
Pinning her down by her neck, her body starts trembling under my grasp, and I get to watch every quiver, every roll, every moan escape her.
She sets fire right in front of me as I dowse her in the fuel of me.
She unleashes as uncontrollable moans leave her.
Her chest moves quickly up and down while she instinctively rides my fingers.
I bite, suck, lick, and whisper across her skin until she finally relents to the pleasure.
Making sure every single reaction is all because of me.
She finally lets go, and it looks so fucking good.
When I remove my fingers from her, I instinctively suck them clean. I bring my lips to hers and push my tongue inside her mouth so she understands why I have to taste her.
“What are we—” She starts.
“No questions, baby. We are whatever we want to be. My sole purpose is to give you the pleasure you seek. You will only ever get it from me. Now let’s get home before questions are asked.
” I slide her off the hood. I shrug my jacket off and tuck it around her, because her lips are starting to turn blue.
I open the truck door for her and watch her slide in. Instinct has me grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her to my lips one more time, because once we go back home, we have to pretend this doesn’t exist.
And I make sure she feels it as I brand myself there, because it’s entirely too soon for me to say it.
I love you.