When I go limp, he’s there, holding me steady and gently moving me until I’m cradled in his arms. His fingers are deft as he unties my hands and tosses the ribbon like kinky Christmas confetti.
All the presents are still surrounding us, and Christmas day is just starting. Maybe I should start believing in the magic of the season. At least just a little bit.
CHAPTER 10
ANGELO
There is nothing like the feeling of having my woman in my arms all soft and sweet. That’s how she is right now and I love it. She’s melted against me, completely trusting me, completely giving herself over to me.
In this moment, nothing can touch her and she knows it.
The beast inside of me, the one demanding to breed our woman, wants to move her until her hips are raised, but I resist the urge. Just fucking barely.
“Next year I’ll be able to get you better gifts,” I muse as I look around.
“Wha-what?” I look down to find Dove’s big blue eyes wide and a little wild as she looks at me. “Better gifts?” She makes a sweeping motion around the room. “Have you lost it? Look at all of the beautiful things you got me.”
I press my lips against her neck and kiss her there before scraping my teeth along the length of her neck. She arches her back and moans. Even though I just filled her with my cum, my cock perks up.
It’s not a fucking hardship when my woman is in my arms. I’m desperate to push inside her cunt and paint her womb with my cum. But I can’t get lost in my woman.
We need to make different memories.
“I’ll know you even better next year,” I explain. “I’m also replacing your car. We can go and pick something out any day within the next week.”
Dove’s head tips back and the laughter that bubbles out of her is right on the edge of maniacal. After she gets herself under control, she shakes her head. “You’re not getting me a car, you crazy man.”
“Yes,” I insist, my voice holding an edge to it, “I am. I’m going to ensure you’re safe and your car is,” I pause because I’m afraid I almost stepped into the danger zone where nothing I say is going to be right. From the way she’s glaring at me, I should heed the warning. But I’m also not wrong and I am getting her a new car. I change tactics, “You know your car is a piece of shit. You can’t deny it. My only requirement is that it’s safe.”
She studies me closely. When her eyes look at me like she’s waiting for me to fall over myself, I almost chuckle. I’m not the kind of man who is going to buckle because of her sharp eyes. Not when I know what she needs.
“Fine,” she agrees. I’m sure she’s realized it would be ridiculous to argue with me.
Dove coming into my life is fate’s hand at work. I’m running with it. Fuck, I can’t do anything less.
My father is going to give me so much shit about it. Because I doubted it would happen to me. Surprisingly, I’m looking forward to it.
Hopefully, he won’t hold whatever happens with Romeo against me. Because something will happen. Soon.
I can feel it.
And I know my brother. He won’t be able to stand this. And he’ll fuck up.
But the question is how Dove is going to handle it all. He’s her dragon, not mine.
When Dove taps her chin, her blue eyes glinting with mischief, she steals any part of me I hadn’t already given over to her willingly. “Your unhinged personality has already been well established,” she teases. “But the real question is—how far does it go?”
I kiss her nose and grin. “Is that a challenge?” She shrugs one shoulder. “What did you have in mind,la mia pace?” I stare into her eyes. “I’ve already shown you that if it has to do with your happiness or fulfilling your needs, I’ll do whatever is necessary. That will never change.”
The smile that overtakes Dove’s face is big and bright. I swallow hard when I see it and feel the warmth of it against my face.
“In that case,” Dove chirps, “let’s go and take a shower.” Before I can stand with her in my arms, more than willing to get her naked in the shower, she pokes my chest. “And I do mean shower. I was promised cinnamon rolls, and I intend to collect on that promise.” She looks at my chest and bites her lip as her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. “I do have a present for you, if you’re willing.”
“Oh,” I grunt as I stand up without bobbling her in my arms, “I’m more than willing.” She looks up at me with a soft smile on her face.
On the way to the shower, we do stop in the kitchen, and I pop the cinnamon rolls in to bake. If she’s not going to let me bury myself inside of her, we’ll be back in time. Now, I’ll risk some burnt cinnamon rolls if it means filling up her sweet cunt again.
When we get in the shower, I try to make a move on my woman, but she makes me a promise of later while reminding me that she has a surprise. I’m intrigued and the way she’s looking at me with something in her eyes that just might be love, I can hold off on fucking her again.
