WMIS 01.5 Under The Mistletoe With Me (6 page)

“Okay.”
Like I’m gonna say no to that.

I lie on
my stomach and let out a big sigh.

“No
sleeping,” Isaac says with a chuckle.

“I don’t
know what’s wrong with me. I’m never this tired,” I respond with a smile.

“You’re
relaxed. I’m glad, honey. That was the point of taking a few days away.” I hear
him rub his hands together and then they’re on my back, firmly stroking in a
long line down the sides of my spine, over my bare ass, around my hips and up
my sides to my shoulder blades, and then he does it again, making long, broad
strokes over my back.

“Oh God, I
love you.” I moan.

He laughs
and starts to massage my low back in slow, firm circles. “Feel good?” he
murmurs with a smile in his voice.

“Mmmm.”

He works
his way up and down my back, then over my butt again and down each leg, gently
yet firmly working my muscles into submission.

“You’re so
good with your hands, Eyes. This is why I married you.”

“Is this
the only reason?” he asks.

“This and
your ass.”

His hands
stop moving.

“My ass?”
he asks, his voice amused.

“Your ass.
You have a great ass.”

“I don’t
think you’ve ever told me that.”

“I didn’t
want to over-inflate your ego.”

He smacks
my ass, sending a loud slap through the room. I push up to my elbows with a
gasp.

“Hey!”

“I like
your ass too. It’s slapable.”

“Slapable?
I don’t think that’s a word.” I lay back down to enjoy his roaming hands.

“I don’t
care. It is.”

“It grew
even more slapable with Sophie.” I murmur and grin.

“Your ass
did not grow,” he mutters.

“Do you
need glasses?”

“It
didn’t.”

“Whatever.
I think there are still stretch marks back there to prove you wrong.”

“Shut up.”

“Does it
bother you?” I ask and push up to my elbows again, looking back at him. He’s
frowning, the lines between his eyebrows prominent.

“Does what
bother me?”

“The
change in my body. The stretch marks, the pouch on my belly that might never go
away.”

His hands
stop and he looks me in the eye, his gaze worried. “Do they bother you?”

“Not
really. We worked hard for these changes.” I shrug and look down.

“Look at
me.” His hard voice surprises me. “I don’t see the changes, Stace. I see my
wife.” He shrugs, and I don’t know why but that simple statement makes me want
to cry. “I’ve been hot after you since the first moment I saw you in that bar
in college.”

I just
stare at him. Well, shit he’s sweet.

His hands
resume their course over my skin and I sigh and lay my head back on the bed.

“I’ll tell
you what I do see,” he murmurs and runs his thumb up the middle of my right
calf. “Soft, smooth skin.” His touch lightens, and now it’s just his
fingertips, moving up and down my legs, tickling that sensitive spot behind my
knees, and traveling up and over my bottom to my back.

“Firm ass,
dimples at the small of your back that are sexy as fuck.” He leans down and
kisses my dimples, runs his tongue over them and then chastely kisses them
again.

“Strong
shoulders,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers over them and up into my hair.
“The most beautiful hair I’ve ever had my hands in. It’s thick and heavy, and
the color… right now with the candlelight, it looks like it’s on fire.”

Fuck me.

“Turn
over,” he whispers in my ear. I comply and look up into his molten blue eyes.
He pushes my hair off my face and offers me a gentle smile. “I see flecks of
gold in your eyes, and when you’re turned on like you are right now, they
shine. And your lips…” He kisses me softly and runs his thumb over my lower
lip. “Your lips are soft and pink and say the sweetest things.”

He slowly
makes his way down my chin and neck, kissing and nibbling. My body is moving
beneath him, writhing. I’m completely seduced by him; my body by his touch and
my mind and heart with his words.

“Your
breasts are perfect.” He gently suckles one nipple, then the other and makes
his way down to my belly, tickling me with his nose and lips.

He gently
traces the evidence of my pregnancy with his fingertip. “These aren’t ugly,
baby.” He nuzzles my belly. “We did work hard for them, and you earned them.
They’re fading. But even if they never go away, every mark was worth it.
Because without them, we wouldn’t have Soph.” He looks up at me and I run my fingers
through his hair. I have tears in my eyes.

“When did
you get so good with words?” I whisper.

He shakes
his head and kisses my belly again. “I know I don’t tell you enough how sexy
you are. But don’t ever doubt that I love your body, just the way it is, no
matter how it changes.”

His
fingers glide down my stomach, over my pubis and to my folds. Isaac grins.

“This is
another of my favorite places.”

“Is that
right?” I grin back at him and sigh as he sinks one finger inside me while his
thumb dances around my clit.

“Oh,
definitely.” He scoots further down the bed and opens my core, his thumbs
parting my lips. “Look how beautiful you are. Pink and wet.” His lips glide
from my clit down through my labia, then he uses his tongue to trace back up
again. “Delicious,” he whispers.

Chapter
Seven

My back
arches off the bed as his tongue plunges into my core. “Oh my God.”

“So
responsive.” He adds a second finger and swirls that magical tongue around my
nub, teasing and flicking it, then sucking it gently.

“Fuck,
Eyes…”

“Oh, yes,
we will, but I’m having fun down here for now, sweetheart.” He smiles
mischievously and kisses that spot he knows, the place where my thigh meets my
center, and I moan again, gripping the sheet tightly in my fingers.

He pulls
both fingers out of me, pushing them through my lips, around my clit, making me
even wetter, his intensely blue eyes watching his fingers play with me.

“So
beautiful,” he whispers to himself and then looks up at me, grins widely and
shedding his clothes quickly, climbs over me. He rests his pelvis between my
legs, and settles down on me, just looking at me.

“What’s
wrong?” I ask.

“Absolutely
nothing.” He kisses me chastely, gently sweeping his lips across mine. He rocks
his hips, sliding himself through my wetness, and then slowly, oh so very
slowly, inches into me until he’s filled me completely and he’s buried inside
me.

I wrap my
arms around his shoulders and my legs around his hips, holding him close and he
rests his forehead against mine.

“The best
thing I ever did in my life was make you mine, Stace,” he whispers. I grasp his
face in my hands and nuzzle his nose, letting tears fall down my face. He
brushes them gently with his thumbs and ever so slowly, starts to move his
hips. He pulls one leg up over his shoulder and turns his head to kiss my calf.
I gasp at the new angle, allowing him to slide into me even deeper. And
suddenly, I can’t stand slow and steady any more. I need it fast and I need it
hard.

I move my
hips, pumping them up and down, squeezing around him.

“God,
babe, don’t squeeze me so hard. You’ll make me come.”

“That’s
the point.”

He shakes
his head adamantly. “I don’t want to come yet.”

I grip his
ass in my hands and pull him harder and clasp around him tighter. He scowls
down at me and pulls all the way out.

“Hey!”

“You’re
not good at doing what you’re told, are you?”

“Ten years
of marriage and you’re just now figuring this out?” I ask dryly.

He slams
into me again, hard, and then pulls all the way out.

“Argh!”
Damn him!

Now he
teases me, putting just the tip inside, grinning proudly at me. “Ready to do
what you’re told?”

I raise my
hips quickly, making his cock slide farther into me, but he pulls out.

“Oh no. I
think you’d better turn over.”

Effortlessly,
he flips me over, pulls my ass in the air and buries himself inside me, his
hands gripping my hips, pulling me on and off of him at a punishing, yet steady
pace.

“Oh, God.”
He covers me with his chest and reaches around to circle my clit with his
fingers.

“I make
you come, baby, then you can make me come. That’s how it works.” His raspy
voice, and those magical fingers, and the incessant push and pull of friction
inside me sends me over the edge and I cry out his name as I come, pulsating
and shuddering beneath him helplessly.

“That’s
it, beautiful. Oh, God, Stace…”

And
suddenly he’s brutally gripping my hips again and pushing inside me, as hard
and as deep as he can, and I feel him spill his seed inside me.

“Fuck me,”
he whispers and kisses my shoulder.

“I just
did.”

“Smart
ass.”

***

“What’s
wrong?” Isaac cups my face in his hands with a frown and looks down at me as
our family walks ahead of us, not paying any attention to us.

“Just a
small headache.” I smile reassuringly, take his hand in mine and kiss it, then
he tucks them both in his jacket pocket to keep them warm.

We’re
walking around Woodland Park Zoo in the heart of Seattle enjoying the Christmas
light display they put on every year. It’s early evening and the air is crisp,
making our cheeks pink and noses cold. We’ve had a rare winter dry-spell the
last few days. Actually, since we returned from the cabin a few weeks ago the
weather has been surprisingly mild. Perfect Zoo Light weather.

The zoo
strings hundreds of thousands of lights, all throughout the zoo, in shapes of
animals and flowers and landscape scenes. It’s really quite beautiful after
dark. They also bring in reindeer and a huge carousel for the kids.

This is an
annual family outing for the Montgomerys. This year it’s just Isaac’s parents,
Isaac, Soph and I, Jules, and Nat and Luke. Brynna came along as well with her
two adorable five-year-old twin girls, Maddie and Josie.

“You’ve
had a few headaches over the past couple weeks,” Isaac comments. He pat’s
Sophie’s back as she squirms in her sleep in the sling across his chest.

“I’m okay.”
I smile at him again and then laugh as the girls squeal in delight when they
see a fairytale light display, hopping up and down, wanting to get a better
look. Brynna looks back at us, surveys the area quickly and turns back to the
girls.

“God, I’m
gonna throw up.” Jules mutters. Luke and Nat are kissing.
Again.
I laugh
and rub Jules’ arm in comfort.

“Aren’t
you used to them making out by now?”

“Jesus, do
they have to do it all the damn time?”

Luke
grins, kisses Nat one last time and wraps his arm around her. “Yes.”

“Yuck.”
Jules sticks her tongue out and shudders and I can’t help but laugh.

“Are you
nine?” Isaac asks.

“Shut up,
Isaac,” Jules responds.

Suddenly,
Isaac grips the lapels of my wool coat and gently pulls me up to his lips,
kissing me hard and deep. I hear Jules gag, and I giggle, wrap my arms around
his neck and give into his passionate embrace, mindful that Sophie is now
snuggled between us.

“Good one,
Isaac,” Natalie remarks, impressed as we separate.

“Why
should you guys get all the fun?” Isaac asks, still smiling down at me.

Why
indeed?

“There are
children here, you know,” Jules reminds us.

“I want to
feed the reindeer,” Maddie jumps up and down and her sister joins her.

“Okay,
reindeer it is,” Isaac says and motions for everyone to walk further down the
pathway. Brynna looks over her shoulder, toward the way we’ve just come and
frowns.

“Brynna’s
been looking over her shoulder all evening,” I whisper at Isaac. He glances
over at her thoughtfully.

“Hey,”
Isaac drapes an arm around her and gives her a squeeze, then pulls away.
“You’re safe here.”

She offers
him a small smile. “I know. I just can’t help but stay alert.”

I take her
hand in my free one as the three of us lag behind the rest. “Are you going to
tell me what happened?”

Her face
drops and she stares down at the ground. She bites her bottom lip and turns her
dark brown eyes up to me and shakes her head, her dark curls bouncing around
her pretty face. “No.”

“Why?” I
ask in frustration.

“It’s just
better for you if you don’t know.”

I look over
at Isaac. “Do you know?”

He shakes
his head and scowls over at Brynna. “No. She’s a stubborn mule.”

“Matt and
I have it under control,” she mutters.

“Right, so
looking over your shoulder everywhere you go, getting a new disposable cell
phone with a new number and changing your hair color are keeping it under
control? What’s next, Bryn, you gonna change your names and social security
numbers too?”

She glares
at me and I think I see tears start to form. I feel like a bitch.

“Shit, I’m
sorry.” I shake my head and exhale deeply. “That was horrible. I’m just worried
about you, and you’ve never kept secrets from me before.”

“I’m just
trying to keep you safe.”

“Okay.”
She looks up at me, surprised. “Okay. When you can tell me, come tell me.”

“So,
Brynna,” Isaac starts. “I’m assuming you could use a job.”

She
cringes. “Yeah, but I don’t really want to start applying and having
prospective employers run a background check. It’ll draw attention.”

“Right.,”
Isaac nods. “Well, I need help in my office. I need someone to answer the
phone, take care of billing, things like that.”

“I thought
you already had someone for that,” she frowns.