Page 3 of A Perfect Christmas with Chaos
“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.
