Taking His Woman(35)

“Matchmaking Christopher Sinclair, hard at work.” She teased him.

“I’ve wasted too many years being a fool. I won’t miss any more with the woman I love. Trent deserves the same happiness. We should be happy for them.”

“I am happy for them. She is my sister, and she has seen too much pain in her life. I’d like to see her happy. If Trent is the man for the job then I’m glad.”

They sat together talking and making plans for the rest of their lives. Chris held her throughout the night. Eventually, he unplugged the phone. He wanted to spend the weekend with his woman without any interruptions. Finding the erotic books had opened that final barrier between them.





Chapter Seventeen





Chris stared around the living room. There was wrapping paper spread everywhere. Blaze Jr.’s squeals could be heard above the sound of unwrapping. Chris took a sip of his coffee watching his woman with her sister and Cassie. Molly was seated by David. The scent of turkey permeated the air. He’d woken to an empty bed only to find Erica and all the women in the kitchen making preparations.

Trent sat across from Elizabeth. He’d given her a first edition of a classic love story. At one time Chris had thought Trent didn’t find women attractive. The way he kept looking at Chris’s woman’s sister sent any doubts of his brother’s sexuality out of his mind. Luke and John were in the centre of the room trying to assemble their nephew’s train set.

Looking around him, Chris couldn’t believe how much the house was filled with the Christmas spirit. When he was growing up he couldn’t recall many happy, festive times of the year. Blaze went to his side holding his own cup of coffee.

“I was going to turn down this invitation. I wanted Cassie and my son to myself. Christmas here always seemed like a tense affair.”

“I agree. He was never one for happiness around this time of year. Molly attends to him now more than ever. I feel like our dad is hoping for a second chance.” Chris stared at his parents. David kept staring at Molly with such longing. Chris could relate to how the older man felt. Most of the time, he knew, he stared at Erica in the same way. “I’m surprised Francesca didn’t try to come this year.” He mentioned the woman Blaze had married instead of Cassie.

“She phoned and said she didn’t want to see her son. I think she’s back in rehabilitation.”

Chris wasn’t surprised about his former sister-in-law’s state of affairs. She was a volatile woman. Erica jumped up and walked over to him, her smile warming him all the way through to his soul. She passed him making sure to crush her body against his. The minx was testing him. She knew he wouldn’t risk spanking her gorgeous ass within hearing of his family. Since their encounter about her reading erotic books, they’d been experimenting most of their nights alone. She really kept him on his toes.

He listened to Blaze talk a few minutes before going back to the kitchen. Chris found her basting the turkey.

“I thought that was mum’s job,” he said.

“David won’t let her leave. I think that man wants to keep her by his side for the rest of his life.” Erica spooned more juice over the top. “You know, this will be the first Christmas with my sister where we’ve had turkey?”

She looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes. It shocked him how much she’d missed from life. “I’d better make sure to be good,” he said.

“Have you seen the way Trent keeps looking at her?”

“I have.” She lifted the turkey and put it back in the oven. He sat at the counter and watched as she peeled potatoes, carrots, and parsnips. In his mind he was seeing her hands wrapped around his cock. He touched the box in his pants pocket. The last day of work, he’d spent three hours looking for the perfect gift for her.

When she put the vegetables into saucepans ready for later, he took her hand leading her outside.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

Snow was thick on the ground, the air cold. He wrapped his arms around her, leaning down to kiss her. She moaned, her fingers winding round his neck.

“I love you,” he whispered against her ear as he kissed a path down to her neck.

“You’re not playing fair. I’ve got to help with the preparations for dinner.”

“I’m not going to make love to you. I’ll save that for tonight. You’ll be soaking wet and begging for my cock.”

Another groan from her. He chuckled, loving her response to him.

“Merry Christmas,” he said. He pulled away and pulled out the box for her.

“You didn’t have to get me anything else. You’ve already done so much more for me.”