Game (Gentry Boys, #3)(79)

Chase didn’t let up. He wasn’t done yet. “And I’m the only one who ever f*cking will.”

“You’ll always be the only one.”

He kissed me fiercely and came hard as our tongues intertwined and our bodies convulsed together. When he could breathe normally again he propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at me.

“You’re heavy,” I complained but I was smiling.

He flexed. “All muscle, like I told you.”

I arched my body underneath him. “And I do like it when you show me your muscles.”

Chase thought about that. “Give me five minutes and I’ll happily treat you to another demonstration of my most powerful muscle.”

“Five minutes? Wow, you’re an optimist.”

“Always,” he said seriously. He shifted his weight to his right elbow and gently ran his left hand across my check. His voice dropped and was hoarse with emotion. “I love you, lady.”

I would never get tired of hearing that. He could say those same words three hundred times a day and I would still crave the sound of them. Truly had once cautioned me against losing myself in the capricious whirlwind of love. Well, I could now recognize that I had lost a little of myself, but it wasn’t a bad thing. I’d shed a little of my fear and insecurity. I’d stopped keeping myself so closed off and allowed my heart to soften. I had changed. We both had.

I ran my hands over his arms and down his chest. I would never get over him. He had me in every way and, astonishingly, I had him.

“Chase, I love you too.”

He kissed me again then pulled back. There was a mischievous grin on his face and he was casually getting between my legs again. “Five minutes are up.”

“As are you,” I laughed, pointing, and we were wild together. Then later, Chase grew gentle. He moved with slow surety and every touch showed how he cherished me.

There was nothing better than this. There was no one better than him.





EPILOGUE


Chase



“Ho. Ho. Ho.”

She slowly opened her eyes and then gaped at me in disbelief. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m Santa.”

“You’re naked.”

“Not true. I’m wearing the beard and hat. I was practicing.”

Stephanie tried to push me off but my bare thighs were pinning her down. She gave up and stretched, giving me a bemused grin. “Practicing for what?”

“Next year, for Cord and Saylor’s kids. Someone will get tapped to do the Santa thing. Fuck if I’m gonna let Creed have that honor.” When she tried to move again I held her down and pushed her shirt up. “Come on, Steph. Haven’t you harbored some unseemly Santa fantasies all these years?”

“No. I was glad Santa never came to my house. Who the hell wants a fat dude dressed in red velvet spying on them in their sleep?”

“Indulge me, baby. Embrace my customs. After all, I participated in that menorah and dreidel business last week.”

She groaned and covered her eyes. “I’m never going to get over what you did to that poor dreidel.”

“Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel; when I’m hard and ready, then-“

“Chase,” she shrieked, “that’s NOT how the song goes!”

“But it’s how I go.”

She looked down and then started laughing when she saw that I was already wearing a condom. “I see that.”

“Then let me unwrap my present.” I pulled her panties off and she raised an eyebrow.

“Can I at least have some coffee first?”

I’d thought of everything and had a cup waiting. She drank several gulps while I watched impatiently and kept my dick warm by pressing it into her palm and closing her fingers around it. She finally set the hot cup down and immediately I flipped her over and spread her legs, giving her ass a playful slap. “Now you need to learn what happens to naughty girls.”

She glanced behind her and cracked up. “At least take off that damn beard.”

“Nope.” I entered her and she let out a soft moan that made me harder so I pushed deeper. It was quick and dirty, the best Christmas present ever. “Tis the f*cking season!” I yelled when I came.

Afterward I finally yanked off the beard because Steph wouldn’t kiss me until it was gone. She nestled against me and I held her quietly, just enjoying the feel of her skin.

“What time do we have to be there?” she yawned.

“Promised Cord we’d show up at two. Saylor wants to wait until everyone is there before the big reveal.”

“So they definitely know if the babies are boys or girls?”

“Yeah, they were able to tell from the ultrasound the other day.”

“That’s awesome,” she said in a dreamy voice.

I stroked her hair. “You ever think about us that like that, Steph? Married with kids?”

She rolled over and rested her chin on my chest. “Sometimes. But right now I’m happy being here.”

“Here is nice,” I agreed, looking around. “Would be nicer with fewer boxes.”

She pulled the covers over her head. “Get off my case. I’ll get to it.”

“Hey, baby? While you’re down there…”