18. Jenner

Chapter 18

Jenner

"Good Christmas, baby?" I nuzzled Evie's neck from behind as she stood at the sink, rinsing dishes after our guests had left.

She hummed, the vibrations tickling my chest with how closely I held her. "Yeah. It was so special watching Ollie's expressions while he opened his presents."

"Just think of how magical it will be next year when it's our baby girl."

Wiping her hands on a towel, she turned and looped both arms around my neck. "I can't wait."

With a house full of guests all night, we hadn't had a moment alone, and I'd been itching to get my hands on her since the moment she walked down the stairs earlier this afternoon. She looked stunning in a blue sweater that made her eyes pop over winter white skinny jeans. Her shiny blonde hair was pinned behind one ear with a jeweled clip as it curled over the opposite shoulder.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?"

A soft smile curved on her lips as they silently taunted me to claim them. "Maybe. But I'll never tire of hearing it, so if you feel compelled . . ."

Dipping my head, I brushed my lips over the corner of hers, and she sighed. Moving along her jaw, I murmured, "You're even more beautiful than the first time I laid eyes on you. And I can't believe you're mine. I'm so fucking lucky you chose me, Evie."

"Pretty sure I didn't have much of a choice once you set your sights on me," she breathed out.

Trailing a path of kisses down her neck, I sucked on the sensitive spot where it met her shoulder. Her moan had my cock hardening, and I knew I wouldn't be able to tease her for long. I needed to be inside her and soon.

"I mean this time, baby. You came back to me all on your own."

Evie sighed, threading her fingers into my hair and tugging until I lifted my head to meet her eye.

Tongue darting out to moisten her lips, she swallowed. "Didn't feel like a choice then, either. It's a wonder I didn't come running home sooner."

Fuck. That's all I needed to hear. Evie had never stopped loving me. We were two halves of the same whole, always meant to find each other.

My mouth crashed down on hers in a punishing kiss. She was mine, and I was going to make sure she knew nothing could change how I felt about her.

Evie moaned, her hips shifting enough to rub against my straining cock. Patience waning, I ripped my lips away, panting, "Upstairs. Now."

When she didn't move, I growled, "I'm going to give you to the count of three, and if your luscious ass isn't halfway up the stairs by the time I get there, I'm gonna turn it red. Understand?"

Her plush lips parted, and her eyes grew wide, but she still didn't leave the warmth of my arms.

"One," I barked, my tone harsh.

That jolted her into action, and she ran through the kitchen, disappearing from sight.

I palmed my cock over the fly of my jeans. Soon. So fucking soon, I would be buried so deep inside her that we would be one.

"Two!" The sound of her scrambling up the staircase reached my ears.

"Three!" The word was barely out of my mouth before I marched through the house, intent on making Evie come so many times she forgot her own damn name.

My footfalls were heavy on the steps leading to the second floor. I wanted her to be a dripping, whimpering mess before I even reached her. Anticipation was a powerful tool; tonight, I would use it to my advantage.

Pushing through our bedroom door, I arched an eyebrow when I found her still fully dressed, standing by the side of the bed.

"Was I not clear?"

Wide violet eyes stared at me as she stammered, "I b-beat you."

Clicking my tongue, I scolded, "You should know better by now, Evie, baby. I expected you to be naked and waiting for me."

Those eyes narrowed as she countered, "You're changing the rules."

"I can do whatever the fuck I want!" I roared, closing the distance between us.

Evie remained rooted to the spot as I gripped two fistfuls of her sweater and tugged. Threads popping filled the silence before I tossed the ruined garment aside.

"You've gotta be fucking kiddin' me." Fire flashed in those violet depths that had captivated me for my entire adult life. "That was brand new."

"You think I care?" I challenged, my voice gruff as my breathing grew ragged. "Next time, you'll think twice, now, won't you?"

Her hands came to rest on my pecs, and she shoved with all her might, but she didn't manage to move me an inch. When she pulled back to try again, my hands snaked out to circle her wrists, twisting her around and bending her over the side of the bed. Arms pinned behind her back, she struggled against my hold.

Leaning over her, my lips kissed the shell of her ear as I spoke. "You ready to behave now, sweetheart?"

"Fuck you," she spat.

I couldn't hold back a dark chuckle. "Oh, baby, you know it only turns me on more when you get fired up like this." I ground my erection against her ass to prove my point.

A tiny whimper sounded from deep within her throat.

There it is.

"If you promise to be a good girl, I'll give you back your hands."

Her head turned to the side, and she nodded. "Please."

Holding both her wrists in one hand, I rose to standing. She looked so fucking hot like this, with her ass front and center, that I couldn't help myself. My free hand pulled back before cracking across one cheek. Her resulting yelp was muffled by the bedsheets.

"That's for not being naked when I arrived," I explained, releasing my grip and stepping back.

Evie flipped over and immediately unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the tight fabric down her legs until she could kick it away. Her panties and bra went next, leaving her gloriously naked, spread out on our bed.

"Fuck, babe," I groaned, dragging a hand over my jaw. "I can see how wet you are from here." I inhaled deeply, and the scent of her arousal infiltrated my senses.

Fucking Evie was a full sensory experience—the sight, the smell, the taste. All of it combined was enough to bring any man to his knees. Yet I was the only one able to call this incredible woman my wife.

Restlessly, she shifted as I took my time drinking her in. "Please, Jenner," she begged, plucking at her nipples.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I commanded, "Tell me what you want, Evie."

"You," she moaned, hooded eyes meeting mine.

"Aw, come on." I tsked, kicking off my jeans. "You can do better than that. Do you want my fingers? Or maybe my mouth? Not sure you can handle my cock, or can you, baby?"

"Yesssssss." The word was drawn out like a hiss.

"You're so goddamn greedy for me, aren't you?"

Her head bobbed as her fingers slid between her thighs. Stroking my cock, I watched as she rubbed tight circles over her clit, pleasuring herself.

Evie was stunning like this—skin flushed, legs parted wide as her hips bucked, chasing her orgasm.

"Go ahead. Make yourself come, and then I'll lick you clean."

"Jenner," she moaned, body growing taut as she teetered right on the edge.

"You're fucking breathtaking. Make that pussy cry for me."

Back bowing, Evie gasped as I watched her shatter at her own hand. That was my signal, and I dropped to my knees before she could recover, lapping at her with my tongue, relishing the sound of her squeals. I knew she was sensitive, but I didn't care. If I had it my way, she'd pass out from pleasure before the night was through.

Her heels dug into the mattress, and she tried to shift away, but I locked my arms around her thick thighs, holding her in place. Grazing the little bud with my teeth, I flicked against it until her legs shook uncontrollably, and a rush of moisture ran down my throat.

When I pulled back, I found Evie lying limp with her eyes closed. I wiped the back of my hand over my mouth. "Delicious."

"You're a bad man, Jenner Knight," she panted.

Crawling over her sated form, I teased, "And we've only just begun, my love."

A whine flew past her lips. "I can't."

"You can and you will. We're not done until I say we are."

Evie draped an arm over her eyes. "Then good luck to you doing all the work because my muscles feel like jelly."

"It's adorable you think that's gonna stop me."

"I can feel my heartbeat in my pussy. Have some mercy. It's Christmas."

"Exactly," I teased, tugging a nipple between my teeth. "It's the season of giving. And I intend to give you so many orgasms that you have no other choice but to remain in bed and watch holiday movies with me all day tomorrow."

She let out a deep groan. "Please don't make me watch the one where they hold everyone hostage at the holiday party, and then the off-duty cop goes vigilante. It's not a Christmas movie."

"The hell it's not!" I argued.

"It's an action movie," Evie huffed.

"Yeah. At Christmas. Therefore, it's a Christmas movie."

"Whatever. Do me a favor and put me into a sex coma so I don't have to suffer through it."

"That was the plan all along, but I'm glad you're finally on board, babe."

Skimming my lips down her body, I pressed a soft kiss to her pussy before crossing to my side of the bed, my eyes never leaving her prone form.

A tiny wrinkle formed between her eyebrows. "Where are you going?"

I flashed her with a wicked grin. "I've got a little gift for you."

"If it's a butt plug, you can forget it right now. We've been over this too many times to count. Exit only, mister."

"Noted." I opened the top drawer and pulled out the item I'd stashed, waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it.

"What in the hell is that?" Evie flipped onto her belly, crawling closer to get a better look as I slid the silicone ring over my shaft.

Pressing the button on the attachment, it came to life, the vibrations settling in my balls and making me groan.

"Vibrating cock ring."

"Is the vibrating part meant for you or for me?"

"Both." I gripped my throbbing length, tugging against the sensation.

"Well, are you gonna stand over there playin' with yourself all night, or are you gonna share your new toy?"

I cocked my head, continuing to stroke myself as she licked her lips. "What happened to I can't ?"

Sitting up, she shot back, "You know what? You're right. I can't. I'll just grab my pajamas and a book, and be out of your hair. Holler for me when you're done."

Evie scooched toward the edge of the bed opposite where I stood, but I was faster. Lightning-quick, I pounced, wrapping my arms around her torso from behind and rolling her beneath me as she squealed.

Notching my hips between her thighs, I forced her legs wide open. The vibrating attachment pressed against her clit, and Evie moaned, rocking against it.

"You done being a brat?" I rasped, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of her neck.

"Never." Her head thrashed from side to side.

"Wrong answer, baby." My lips brushed against her skin as I spoke. "Now I've got to punish you."

"Please," she begged.

My cock was drenched from rubbing against her dripping pussy. Centering myself, I drove home in a single thrust, satisfied when Evie cried out in response.

"Is that what you wanted?" I pulled back before snapping my hips forward again.

"Yes!" Her breathless voice was almost my undoing.

"But this isn't about what you want, is it? It's about what I want."

Instead of setting a pace that would drive her wild, I kept my cock buried deep inside her, grinding my hips so the vibrator on the cock ring was pressed flush against her clit. She couldn't escape the sensations the way I had her pinned, spread beneath me.

Evie's eyes flew wide when she realized what I was doing. Resting my weight on my elbows beside her head, I cupped her cheek, rubbing my thumb over the soft curve.

Her neck arched, eyes squeezing shut as tears leaked out, and I knew she was close.

"That's it, baby. Come for me. You're so damn stunning when you fall apart."

Lips parting, a whimper escaped as her pussy clamped down on my dick, and tremors racked her body as she found her release.

Grunting, I rose onto my knees, ready to take my pleasure now that I was satisfied with hers. Well, mostly satisfied; I planned to take her over the edge one more time with me.

Fingers digging into her generous hips, I held her immobile, driving my cock into her heat faster and faster, the vibrations teasing her with each slam before I took them away again.

As she sobbed beneath me, Evie's body became mine to command.

"You're mine, you know that?" I gritted out, so close to losing myself that I could barely think straight. Evie was too far gone to reply, so I kept going, "This pussy was made for me, no one else."

This woman might be the only one on Earth who could unleash this side of me. When we were together, I became this demanding, possessive man—a sharp departure from the playful, caring one I was on a daily basis. But I loved that she knew me like no one else. These moments were for us, and she craved this dynamic as much as I did.

Lust darkened my vision, but I wanted one more from my wife.

Reaching a hand up, I circled her throat, pressing my fingers into the pulse points beneath her jaw. Evie gasped, instantly reacting to the reduced flow of oxygen to her brain. I'd only ever done this to her a few times, but each one was still vividly imprinted in my memory—she never came harder than when I choked her.

Her inner walls fluttered around me, and my balls drew tight as I pounded into her harder than I ever had before.

Pupils blown wide, Evie's mouth opened and closed as she attempted to draw in air. Releasing my grasp on her throat acted like a detonator. She exploded beneath me, her climax so strong that she let out a hoarse scream as her pussy tightened in a vise grip.

"Fuck!" I shouted; my orgasm ripped from me with such force that I stopped breathing.

Rocking my hips, I emptied myself inside her as she continued to squeeze me, sucking in every last drop like the greedy girl she was.

Spent, I pulled out and collapsed beside her.

Evie's chest rose and fell as her harsh breathing sounded loudly in the air. It was music to my ears, knowing I was the one who'd pushed her past what she thought her body was capable of.

When I traced a hand down her sternum to her navel, she swatted me away. "No more."

Chuckling, I ran my nose along her shoulder. "Okay, baby." Removing the silicone ring from around my softening cock, I offered, "Let me clean you up?"

Evie placed a hand over what was no doubt her racing heart. "I'm not moving from this spot."

"Mission accomplished," I teased. "Gonna be a great Christmas."

Sliding off the bed, I moved to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth with warm water to wipe the mess from between her thighs.

Returning to her side and cleaning her gently, it struck me.

From here on out, every Christmas would be better than the one before because we'd finally be a family. Our daughter was the only missing piece.