Wren

Christmas

W ren walked out to the kitchen to find Yonkers rooting through his refrigerator. Honestly, the man could eat twenty-four hours a day and still look like a Greek god. She had seen the proof for herself when she walked in on him in the shower earlier that morning, and now, all she could think about was his chiseled chest and abs. Hell, she was thinking about so much more than his chest and abs, but if she allowed her imagination to dip much further south, she'd have another hot flash. Yonkers had already caught her checking him out a few times during the day, and he didn't seem to want any part of what her dirty mind was coming up with.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. "I was going to make a ham sandwich from our leftovers." He had made a full Christmas feast with ham and all the trimmings, earlier that day. They spent the rest of the day lying on the sofa, watching Christmas movies. But what she really wanted to do was beg him to get her naked and make her his—not that it would do her any good.

"I'd love a ham sandwich," she said. She pulled the bread from his hands, intentionally letting her fingers brush over his. Yonkers's gasp filled the small kitchen, and she smiled up at him. knew that she was playing a dangerous game, but she just didn't care.

"You okay?" she breathed.

"What are you doing to me?" Yonkers asked. She knew exactly what he was asking, even if she wasn't sure of what her answer should be.

"What do you want me to do to you?" she asked.

"Jesus," he breathed. "This isn't right, . Blade would kill me if he knew what I was thinking of doing to you."

"What are you thinking about doing to me, Chris?" she asked, using his real name. felt as though she was holding her breath waiting for him to respond.

"I want to strip you bare and fuck you over my kitchen table," he said. let out the breath that she was holding as she looked back over her shoulder at the kitchen table, imagining all the things he'd do to her on it. It was time for her to be bold, but her courage seemed to be MIA. It was now or never. She knew that her time with Yonkers was going to be coming to an end soon. Blade could prove that Bruce had been not only stalking Trixie but also was the one to disable 's security system. Once Bruce was permanently behind bars, there would be no reason for Yonkers to babysit her any longer.

"Then, why don't you?" she almost whispered.

"Fuck," he growled, pulling her into his arms. dropped the loaf of bread onto the kitchen floor as he backed her up against the table in the corner of the room. This was really happening, and wasn't sure if she was ready for everything that the biker wanted to do to her, but she wanted to be. She wanted to let herself go and finally feel something for the first time since her fiancé, Lee, died.

"It's been a long time for me," she said between kisses.

Yonkers stopped kissing his way down her neck and stood to his full height to look down at her. "How long?" he asked.

"I haven't been with a man since my fiancé died," she admitted. Talking about Lee wasn't something that she did—ever. And talking about him when she was about to have sex with another man wasn't her finest idea.

"You were engaged?" he asked. "And your fiancé died?"

"Yes," she whispered. "In a truck accident. It was just after we graduated from high school. We were just kids, but he was going to school and working nights. He was overdoing it, and I tried to tell him that, but he told me that he was trying to build our future. He fell asleep behind the wheel and died in an accident on his way home from work."

"I'm so sorry," Yonkers said. He took a step back from her and moaned.

"You see, this was the last thing I wanted. I don't want you to pull back from me just because I told you about Lee. Please, Chris, I want you."

"I love it when you use my real name," he whispered. "You're the only one who still calls me Chris, baby," he said.

wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. "Well, then, Chris, how about we get back to you stripping me bare and taking me on your very sturdy-looking kitchen table then?" she asked.

He tugged her t-shirt up over her head and she raised her arms for him. "You're sure?" he asked.

"I am," she breathed. Yonkers ran his hand over her bare breasts, and she moaned, thrusting herself at him as he tugged her leggings down her body. She was naked, panting, needy, and very wet for him.

"Baby," he breathed as he kissed his way down her body. Yonkers helped her up onto the table as he spread her legs over his shoulders. She was completely at his disposal and the way that he looked her body over made her want to beg him for more, but he didn't wait for her to do so. Yonkers licked her core, paying special attention to her sensitive nub.

"Yes," she groaned as he worked two fingers deep inside of her pussy. He pumped in and out of her as he licked her clit into his skilled mouth. She wasn't sure how she was going to last with everything that he was doing to her and when she cried out his name, Yonkers didn't stop. He waited her out, giving her two more orgasms before finally undoing his fly, and letting his jeans sink to the kitchen floor. He filled her completely with one thrust, leaving her feeling full.

"You good?" he asked; his voice strained.

"I'm good," she said, "please, don't stop, Chris." He moaned as he pulled free from her body, slamming back into her. Yonkers pressed her onto the table as he put all his weight on her, taking what he wanted from . She loved that he didn't hold back from her. He gave her everything and took everything from her—and it was perfect.

"Say my name again, honey," he whispered as he sucked her taut nipple into his warm mouth.

moaned out his name, "Chris," she breathed. He pumped into her body harder, banging the kitchen table against the wall with his efforts. And when he came, he shouted out her name, and God, she finally felt as though she belonged to someone again. She hadn't felt that way for so long, but with Yonkers, it felt right—like she was finally coming home after being away for so long. He was her home, and she was his.

"Merry Christmas," whispered as she wrapped her arms and legs around his body, holding him close.

"Merry Christmas, baby," he breathed against her neck.

Four Months Later

cried out and woke from the nightmare that plagued her almost every time she closed her eyes. She wasn't with her fiancé, Lee when he died in a crash on Interstate 65, but she saw the aftermath. She even had to identify his mangled body and that was usually how her nightmares ended, looking at her fiancé's body lying in the morgue.

She had met Lee in high school. They were high school sweethearts, and she planned on spending her life with him. The day of their graduation, when he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him, was the happiest day of her life. They were beginning a life together and she couldn't imagine her life turning out any other way, but it had.

Lee was taking courses at the local community college and working nights. He was burning the candle at both ends and she knew it, but she didn't stop him. He said that he was doing it for them, for their future, but she didn't want him running himself to death. That was what happened though. Lee had fallen asleep behind the wheel of his old pickup truck on the way home from his shift at the factory early one morning. The cops told her that he probably never woke up once he hit the tractor-trailer that ripped the roof off his truck. They meant to give her some peace of mind, but it didn't. In fact, it only made her ask more questions—ones that she really didn't want to know the answers to, but she got them, nonetheless.

With Lee gone, she had nothing really holding her to the little town that they had grown up in. Athens, Alabama wasn't a place she wanted to be in anymore, so she left. Her parents passed away when she was just a kid and her brother agreed to move to Huntsville with her. Her best friend, Trixie, promised to visit her whenever she was in town, and for , that was enough to have her packing her bags and moving to the big city.

She worked a few odd jobs around town and finally got up the nerve to admit to her brother that she wanted to go to college to major in accounting. She had taken a full year off to mourn Lee and it was time for her to figure out her next move. She had always loved numbers and becoming an accountant just felt right for her. Blade agreed to help her pay for her college courses and that was all she needed. Three and a half years later, she graduated with honors, a semester early, ready to conquer the accounting world. She got a job at a local firm and worked her way up quickly. She loved her job, and she had her brother to thank for helping her achieve her goals. That didn't mean that she wasn't capable of finding a little bit of trouble every once in a while—especially when she hung out with Trixie. The two of them had a knack of finding trouble together. But their club nights were officially over now that Trixie was married to her brother.

Now, she was left to her own defenses when it came to going out and having a good time. It usually led to her giving up, putting on her pajamas, and sitting on her sofa to binge-watch reality television. was sure that she was destitute to spend the rest of her life alone, after losing Lee, but then, she met Yonkers.

They had practically lived together for the better part of a month when Trixie's stalker came after her. Blade had shipped off to live with one of his club buddies, Yonkers, over Christmas, but by New Year, he had dropped her back off at her townhome and took off. She hadn't heard from him since and that had her both worried and pissed. They had connected over the holidays, or so she thought, but now, she worried that it was all in her head. Yonkers had just used her for sex, and usually, that wouldn't have been a problem for her, but it was quickly becoming an issue. Sooner or later, she was going to start to show and then, she'd have to explain to her brother that she was reckless and jumped into bed with the big, bad biker—no strings attached, and no questions asked. But now, there was a tiny string growing inside of her and there were probably going to be a whole lot of questions asked if she didn't find Yonkers.

Every time she hung out with Trixie and Blade, she'd ask them both a million questions about Yonkers and they'd tell her that they hadn't heard from him. A part of her wondered if her brother was just trying to keep them apart. He never really approved of any of the men that she liked, but she thought that he'd have to approve of Yonkers since he and Blade were in the Royal Bastards together.

There was a knock at her front door, and she thought about not answering it. She had spent most of the morning puking up her guts and the last thing she wanted to do was get out of bed and answer the door. wasn't expecting anyone, so what would it matter if she ignored the persistent banging on her front door?

"Fine," she shouted, throwing her comforter back, "I'm coming." She made her way down the hallway and to the front door. Her condo was tiny but perfect for her. worried about what she'd do once the baby came, but first thing was first—she needed to find the father to tell him that his life was about to change. Then, she'd consider alternative living arrangements.

pulled open her door to find her brother standing on the other side of it. "I should have known," she mumbled. "What can I do for you, Blade?" she asked.

Her brother looked her up and down, "You look like crap, Sis," he assessed.

"Thanks for that," she grumbled. "I feel like crap too."

"Are you sick?" he asked.

"I think I must just have a stomach bug," she lied.

"Trixie said you were sick last week when she saw you too. Have you been to see a doctor?" Blade asked. She had been to see a doctor, but she wasn't diagnosed with a stomach bug. No, she was definitely pregnant, not that she was about to tell her brother that.

"Yes, it's just got to run its course," she said. That was partially the truth. Pregnancy usually ran its course and ended up with a baby showing up at some point.

"Okay, well, I won't keep you. I just wanted to let you know that I heard where Yonkers went," he said. "Some of the guys were talking down at Savage Hell and he had to go back up to New York for a while. I think his mom is sick or something and he went up there to take care of her. He won't be back for a while."

"I see," she said. That really didn't work out with her time frame since she wasn't sure how long it would end up being. "Thanks for letting me know."

"Why is this so important to you, ?" he asked. She wasn't about to spell it out for him. He'd figure that all out soon enough.

"No reason," she lied. "We kind of became friends while he watched out for me during Trixie's stalker incident. He was nice to talk to and I just wanted to make sure that he was okay since I hadn't heard from him for a while."

"Yeah, he's a good guy," Blade said.

"Thanks for the update," she said, effectively dismissing him. "I appreciate it."

"Not a problem," Blade said, taking the hint. "Feel better, ." She nodded and shut the front door, locking the deadbolt for good measure. She had a feeling that the only way she was going to feel any better was to find Yonkers and tell him about the baby. If he didn't want anything to do with her or his child, she'd find a way to deal with that, but he deserved to know.

There was only one thing she could do now—pack her suitcases and drive up to New York. She'd find Yonkers, tell him about their baby, and then would figure out her next move. As far as plans went, she felt that it was a solid one.