Mistletoe Mischief (Lost and Found #5.5)(15)

Now, Hank had practically moved in with her.

Karen's grown children were coming home for Christmas, and this was the first chance they would have to meet Hank. His father-in-law to be was looking forward to meeting her family but a little nervous, too. Zeke hoped all went well for them.

So, their house was quiet  –  their little mouse was all snug in his bed, and Zeke had a beautiful, half dressed woman right in front of him. He glanced up at the mistletoe. "I'll kiss you under the m-m-mistletoe, but I don't think it will matter. I plan on having a l-long, loving life with you for many years to come - the rest of my life."

Ember's expression softened. "I know you do. It's not like I'm ever going to let you go," she laughed.

He took her mouth in a seductive kiss and gathered her into his arms. Ember was the best armful of anything he'd ever held. As she looped her arms up around his shoulders, her breasts pressed into him even harder.

Need surged through Zeke. He reached down, cupped her delicious ass in his broad palms and lifted her up to eye level, grinding his erection into her. "There. We've sealed this mistletoe deal before Santa caught us."

Giggling, she shivered in his arms, her thighs widening to accommodate him. "Take me to the couch," she whispered.

Zeke thought that was a damn good idea. Turning with her in his arms, he went to the couch and lowered them down onto it, Ember still straddling his hips. With a quick kiss she pushed away from his heavy chest and stood before him to wiggle out of her jeans. Then, with a saucy pose, she shimmied out of her panties. She let him look for a long moment, then walked toward him with a sway in her hips.

Zeke unbuttoned, then unzipped his fly, pushing his jeans down his hips but not off. He still wore his boots, but he didn't want to take the time to remove them.

Ember pushed his knees apart and lowered herself to the floor in front of him, looking at him up the length of his body. Anticipation slammed through him. He knew where this was going and the thought of the pleasure he was about to feel whipped through him.

Yup. There she goes.

Ember pulled his underwear away and wrapped her mouth around him in one smooth movement. Zeke was glad he was sitting down because all of the blood left his head in a rush, heading south.

To her mouth.

It was epic.

Damn. Rocking his head back against the couch, he looked at the ceiling, counting peaks of stucco. He needed to do something to try to control his response to her talented mouth, otherwise this was not going to last long. They were a year into their relationship, and he still responded to her as if this was their first time, every time. Ember had admitted that it was the same for her, this excitement and wonder.

Maybe because they kept doing things like this.

Ember wanted him focused. With a squeeze, she made him look down at her.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he asked her, his voice gruff.

She quirked a brow at him, as if to say 'you'd better', and he chuckled. Then she did something with her fingers under his balls and he lost all coherent thought. He could feel the orgasm building fast, but he let her go until he was right on the edge. Then, clutching her upper arms, he pulled her up into a kiss.



       
         
       
        

Ember moaned at not being able to finish him, but he didn't plan on letting her be disappointed long. "You can f-f-f-finish me in a minute."

Leaning forward into the kiss, her wrapped one arm around her back to keep her still, then felt down around his bunched jeans until he found her silky skin where she leaned into him. She gasped against his mouth as his fingers travelled down, pausing at the small patch of hair at the apex of her thighs. Then, very carefully, he pushed down further, using one finger to part her wet folds.

She moaned as he brushed over the focus of her pleasure, the little bundle of flesh so small beneath his big, male fingers. Zeke had practiced bringing her to climax this way many times. It was an art, this gentle manipulation. With the smallest of movements he began to pet that tiny little bundle of awesomeness.

Apparently, he was mastering the art of pleasing her pretty well. Ember tried to pull her mouth away, but he kept her tight to him, kissing her thoroughly as he continued to ever so carefully direct her body. She gasped and began to pant, her hands coming up to clutch his face as her body surged against his hand. Zeke felt her abs contracting against him as she worked herself against his hard finger.

Their mouths still touched, but they were merely breathing each other in as her pleasure built. And when she did that high, little cry of release and her body began to convulse against him, melting into his hand, he took her mouth to swallow that cry. He had given her that pleasure, and he felt justified to take it inside himself.

Ember sagged in his arms, but her slight weight was never a burden. Rather, it was a gift that she gave him, that trust.

He let her catch her breath for a few seconds, but his body demanded release. When he shifted, she seemed to know what he wanted. Cupping her ass in his strong hands, he lifted her up as he shifted his hips to the edge of the couch. Then he set her down perfectly over his straining cock.

Her orgasm had left her sopping wet, and as that heat enveloped him, he clenched his teeth to keep from crying out. Ember braced her hands on his chest and shifted once up and down before a secondary orgasm rippled through her.

Zeke did gasp then, because he felt every tiny wave as her body tightened around him. Hands clenching on her hips, he pulled her down against him. They were skin to skin, almost bone to bone, they were so tight and Ember began to grind against him.

Zeke dragged in another breath, his big hands on her hips, controlling her movements instinctively. But she had a goal she was working toward, he could feel it. She wanted another orgasm.

Tilting her pelvis forward, more in line with his own, he positioned her so that every movement rocked her clit against his hardness.

Unfortunately, what felt good for her felt just as good for him, and the ball of heat and expectation in his groin built to the point he couldn't contain it any more. With a mighty lunge, muscles straining, teeth bared, he let the pleasure take him over. 

Ember cried out as she felt his release and he thought he felt her come again as well, but his mind had gone blank. Then he heard her cry out, and she was tightening around his cock once more.

Oh, fuck …

For several minutes, they just panted and drew oxygen back into their lungs. Ember curled up on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, happy to have her on his heart.

"Merry Christmas to me," she whispered. Then she looked around, a little dazed. "Guess we didn't need the blanket and pillows."

Zeke blinked and glanced down at the pile of bedding on the floor that they hadn't gotten to. "Nope."

Then, gathering his strength, he pushed up from the couch, setting Ember gently on her feet. While she headed to the bathroom to clean up, he gathered their scattered clothes and tossed them to the laundry room floor before heading to the master bathroom. Ember's gaze lifted to his as he stripped off the rest of his clothing and climbed into the shower with her.

"I love you," he told her softly, gathering her to his heart.

"And I love you," she whispered back.





Chapter Two





Drew waited to a respectable six thirty before springing onto the bed between them and announcing that he had been waiting on them to get up for hours.

He hadn't, of course, but to a six-year-old, minutes probably did feel like hours on Christmas Day.

Ember stretched slowly, pretending to be especially tired.

Or maybe she wasn't pretending. They had been  …  energetic last night.

Zeke grinned and rolled out of bed, glad that Ember had suggested he put sleep clothes. No need to teach Drew more than he needed to know about life on this Christmas morning.

Finally, giggling at Drew's desperation, Ember rolled out of bed and followed.

Zeke knew she would be right there in the thick of ripping off paper and exploring. Her birthday had been in October, so he'd already gotten a glimpse of the way her enthusiasm took over. Christmas wrapping paper was shredded, and all that careful wrapping obliterated as the room echoed with squeals. It was like she regressed to being a ten-year-old kid, gushing and exclaiming over everything he received. Zeke had to laugh, because she had bought almost everything there.

Drew loved the bike they had gotten him, and kept returning to it between unwrapping other gifts. More than once, Zeke saw him glance outside. The snow was still falling softly but steadily. They'd gotten almost a foot overnight. There would be no biking today.

"I th-think it may have to wait until we can clear a s-s-sidewalk, buddy."

"I know," he sighed. "Can I keep it in my room?"

"No," Ember told him calmly. "Bikes go in garages."

"But Mom," Drew said. "Dirty bikes go in garages. This one is brand new and clean."

She blinked, her expression turning thoughtful. "You're right, Drew. It can stay in your room until you ride it outside, then it has to stay in the garage. Deal?"

"Deal!"

He jumped into her arms, giving her a neck-cracking hug. Then he turned to Zeke and did the same thing before heading back to the wreckage under the tree.

Ember walked over to him and he opened his arms automatically. This had become a favorite position of theirs, curled together on the same piece of furniture.