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  “You really want to do this? You said you didn’t believe in this, and I can be okay with Kurt and Goldie-ing it,” I reassured him.

  “I was a dumbass. I want everything with you. You’re my light, baby. You add color to my life. Of course, I want to be tied to you, and you to me.”

  “Yes,” I whispered. The look of incredulous joy that fell over his face made my smile so big my face hurt. Almost.

  “Say it again,” he grunted halfway up from kneeling.

  “Yes!” I laughed, my face and hair a mess. “Yes!” He took me in his arms and spun me around as I laughed and held on tight.

  “You just made me the happiest man in the world, baby,” he growled into my ear.

  “No more holding back anymore, Rolly,” I whispered back. His face pulled back slightly so he could see me. The lust and need reflected in his stare made me ache.

  His lips crashed to mine, and before I knew it, my legs were wrapped around his waist and we were headed to our bedroom.

  “I need to see you with nothing but my ring on your finger.”

  “I think we can make that happen,“ I playfully answered. His firm grip pulled and tugged on the material of the clothes I was wearing. Taking each and every piece until I was standing in front of him exactly like he wanted me.

  Naked.

  Only wearing his ring.

  My breathing was heavy, like I’d been running. My chest heaving, rising and falling. His gaze burning over my skin until I looked past him at the room, and I gasped, placing a hand over Rolly’s warm and solid chest.

  In the lusty haze I hadn’t noticed the room, but I was seeing it now. The winter wonderland hadn’t been exclusive to the living room.

  “You decorated,” I whispered. His hand covered mine over his chest as I took everything in.

  Warm twinkle lights hung all around us, casting an almost ethereal light over our bedroom. Red roses were everywhere. Different vases held bouquets all over the dresser and nightstands. The bedding was white with red rose petals all over it. I looked away to see him.

  “You did all this?” I asked in wonder.

  “I had a little help.” He shrugged like what he had done wasn’t a big deal. I couldn’t help myself anymore.

  I jumped into his arms, my hands cupping his gorgeous face.

  “I love you so much, Rolly Baxter,” I announced a second before our lips met. His hands firmly gripped my bare ass. The kiss was deep and hungry. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I complained against his lips.

  “Shh…” he hushed against my mouth before pulling my lower lip into his mouth, sucking roughly. A tingle of pleasure and pain shot down to my toes.

  “You’re all mine now,” he hoarsely announced, moving his kiss away from my lips, down my chin, and into my neck.

  I tilted to give him space, gasping and closing my eyes as he sucked just right on the spot that drove me crazy. He didn’t stop, and I knew I would be sporting a Rizzo-sized hickey in the morning, but I didn’t care. I would sport it with a proud smile on my face like I would the ring I was wearing.

  “Did you really propose?” I moaned as his teeth grazed my pulse point and his hands firmly gripped my ass. I was faintly aware of him moving us as I held on but too involved in everything he was making me feel.

  “You said yes. No take backs,” he groaned as I rolled my hips, my needy center right over the hard bulge behind his jeans.

  “I’d never want to take it back,” I said, arching my back. I wasn’t stupid. I knew life would have its good and bad, but there was honestly no one I’d rather share those moments with than the man in front of me.

  One moment, I was in his arms, and the next he was carefully placing me on our bed. Our bed with soft-as-hell brand-new bedding.

  “Where did you get this?”

  “You like it?” The tone in his got voice deeper with every syllable he muttered.

  “Feels like a cloud.” I sighed, stretching my naked body on the bed.

  “Good,” he grunted before taking something out of the dresser and placing it by my thighs, too far for me to see what it was.

  I rested my weight on my elbows, no qualms about my naked body in front of him. We had been together for almost six months now; there wasn’t an inch of me he hadn’t explored, and vice versa. His hands went to the back of his shirt and lifted it up and over in that complicated way men undressed that made you think they were part feline and not the simple creatures they liked to claim they were.

  Before I knew it, he moved fast and grabbed the scratchy thing by my thigh and shoved it into his back pocket, but I didn’t care. Not when his chest was on display. Tattoos moved and bunched. The colors in some of the pieces caught the pretty lighting cast in the room. My mouth watered to lick and trace each one.

  “Lie on the edge of the bed, sweet thing,” he ordered and quickly helped put me where he wanted me. On my back, my hair fanned out under me, my breasts aching to be touched as I pressed my thighs together.

  “Uh-uh. None of that, sweet thing.” His hands traced the line of my leg, and out of nowhere, he pulled out an ice-blue satin ribbon from his jean pockets.

  “Rolly.” I squirmed. I couldn’t help it.

  This, right there, was exactly what I had been talking about.

  He had been holding back this angle of our relationship. He had been treating me like glass, soft and sweet. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but the control he took when it came to sex was another way we communicated. A way we connected. I had missed how he had taken me without abandon or care before. Knowing I could handle everything he gave, knowing he would never take things too far. His change in things had thrown me for a loop. Now I understood why.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” he huffed as his hand wrapped around my ankle, the heat and roughness of his hand making me ache for more.

  Then I stilled. A warm, electric shiver ran down my back. My thighs dampened when I felt what he was doing. The silky ribbon wrapped around one ankle and then the next. Breathing was suddenly difficult.

  “Tell me,” he repeated the second he was done tying my ankles together.

  “I’m yours.” I had no hesitation in saying what he needed to hear.

  Roland rewarded me by tracing the lines of my body with a featherlight touch. I loved when he played with me. I might have been the one semi-tied up with him looming over me with all the control, but in these moments I was free.

  His hand moved up the center of my body. A gasp escaped from me.

  “Baby.” I arched, bending my knees slightly when his fingers hovered right over where I needed him. His thumb skimmed over my swollen clit before he moved his hand up and over my belly and above.

  “Yes, you fucking are. All mine. For better or worse. Till death do us part?” he asked. I heard a shadow of vulnerability in his voice. My handsome, strong-willed guy, who was afraid to be soft.

  “Yes,” I hissed as his finger flicked my hardened nipple and my thoughts went silent in my head.

  “Hands above your head, pretty girl.” I did as I was told and again, he slipped out a matching ribbon, tying my hands together.

  I loved it when he took control.

  I loved this aspect of us, and I’d missed this part of us the last couple of weeks. He was adventurous and liked to push my boundaries in a way I more than enjoyed. We communicated, and there was never any doubt he’d never push me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with.

  It was something I had only done with him.

  Just him.

  These kinds of activities would have freaked me out with anyone else. But everything with him was different. He had my complete trust.

  “Good girl,” his thick voice said, and I watched as he pulled out what he’d been hiding from his back pocket.

  “Mistletoe,” I whispered softly, and his dark, lust-filled eyes softened.

  “I get to make wishes and kiss any part under this,” he said as he held the sprigs of greenery tied up in ice-b
lue and silver ribbons. The same shade of blue that was holding my arms and ankles together. Jesus, the man had an eye for detail.

  “I don’t think that’s how it works,” I said, squirming slightly.

  “Shhh…” he hushed, putting the sprigs over my shoulder, his long body bending and taking a moment before kissing the delicate slope of my arm, never breaking eye contact.

  “Right now, you don’t have to think,” he darkly promised. “Right now, all I want you to do is feel.”

  Chapter Four

  Roland

  “I THINK IT CAN work anyway we want it to.” I lowered the mistletoe down along her arm. My lips closed over her now rosy skin, my eyes watching her closely.

  I made a wish before every kiss and nip I took. Some silently in my head. Some out loud. I shared my hopes for the future with her as I moved the springs of mistletoe down her body.

  Some sweet. Some dirty. Some outright filthy.

  Veronica loved how vocal I could be when we played, and I loved watching how responsive she was to everything I did to her.

  Her skin was hot to the touch, and she was panting by the time I reached her navel after having spent a good amount of time suckling her breasts, leaving sweet little marks all over her tender body. I put the mistletoe over nirvana on earth and grazed my nose over her shaved mound. My girl loved to be bare, having shared it made her more sensitive to every touch, and I had to be honest, I enjoyed it. Though I would enjoy her any way she wanted to be.

  “You smell so damn good,” I growled, licking the soft skin. “Bend your legs and open,” I gruffed, and she did. “So soft and pink. Glistening for me.”

  “Baby,” she whimpered. Her thighs trembled, and I could feel how tightly wound up she was. It radiated in the air. Made it electric and warm. The need for more was completely obvious.

  Achy for my touch.

  Hungry to get off.

  “All mine,” I said out loud, hardly recognizing my own voice.

  I wasn’t sure if I was telling her or myself as the fingers of my free hand parted her lower lips, her sweet little clit popping out as if looking for my mouth.

  “All mine,” I repeated in a growl. The mistletoe hung over her pussy. An intense wave of desire pounded through me. This woman, this beautiful, stunning being, was all mine. “Always,” I grunted. “Only mine.” I was past making any kind of fucking sense.

  I took a long, wet swipe with my tongue, and the sweet sound of her cry echoed in my ears. I didn’t stop. I was done being gentle and sweet. Teasing was fucking marvelous, but we were both wound up too tight to keep up the jig. I ate her out like I was a man on death row and she was my last meal.

  I caressed her sensitive folds, making sure I tasted every centimeter possible. Licking and nipping. Sucking on her clit right after I slid two thick fingers into her sweet heat, and she bucked against me.

  “That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Give it to me, Veronica,” I goaded.

  My cock strained toward her. I could feel it leaking pre-cum behind my jeans, but I could wait. There was a driving need that had possessed me.

  I needed to watch her fly.

  I needed to taste her sweet release as I listened to her scream my fucking name so loud the neighbors worried. I felt like a goddamn caveman, a complete regressed Neanderthal, but I couldn’t help it.

  “Rolly.” Her voice cracked, and I upped the speed.

  My sweet girl’s thighs trembled, and I pressed down, increasing the pressure of the pad of my thumb on her clit. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as her body shook and her tight cunt spasmed around my fingers. A warm rush of wetness hit and kept going. I didn’t let up.

  “Again, beautiful,” I pressured.

  “I can’t,” she whined, still shaking, her eyes glassy and unfocused.

  “You can,” I encouraged and went back to feasting. Enjoying my beautiful girl until she was right on the edge. Dropping the sprigs of mistletoe, I used my other hand to pull her closer to my mouth, my hand cupping her ass, my thumb skimming the one area I hadn’t breached but knew it was only a matter of time.

  “Babe,” she squeaked, and I smiled wickedly as I latched on to her clit.

  I let the pad of my thumb put pressure on her dark star, not completely pushing through. I felt her before I heard her this time. Wetness flooded, and her body shook as what looked like a tidal wave of pleasure washed over her body.

  “Yes! Rolly!” she screamed. “Oh god, no, don’t stop!” she squeaked.

  I got the honor of watching the wave wash over her again, and again, until I milked all the ecstasy I could from her, wringing her orgasm as much as possible, and any self-control I had snapped.

  I flipped her around and got her on her knees. Pushing my jeans down to my ankles, I breathed in, my nose flaring with need as her feminine scent filled my lungs.

  “Fuck, you smell good,” I growled deeply.

  I fisted my cock above her pretty wet pussy. I let it slide up and down her folds before sinking into her tight cunt. She cried out, begging for more despite having just come twice back to back, and I gave it to her.

  Thrusting in and out, clenching her apple-shaped ass in my hands, I smacked her creamy flesh. Once. Twice. The sound of my hand smacking her ass was like music to my ears. Each time, she cried out in pleasure. She bucked back, fucking herself on my rod.

  “Jesus, baby. You look so good taking me,” I grunted. “Use me like a toy, baby. Fuck yeah, like that.” My thick shaft went in and out of her pussy as it held on, tight as a glove around me.

  “More,” she whined, fucking me harder. Beads of sweat formed at my neck, covering my body in a light sheen. I had to regain control. Veronica lived to top from the bottom.

  “Drop your shoulders, face on the bed, ass up, baby,” I growled as I placed an open palm on the center of her narrow back, pushing down.

  My thumb stroked the black lines of the small tribal arrow on her delicate spine. I dropped my head and kissed her ink before pulling away slightly, helping her raise her sweet ass up. I thrust back in and groaned.

  “So fucking tight. Tight and mine. All mine.”

  “Always,” she whimpered, and I picked up speed.

  Fucking her harder and rougher.

  I listened to her every cry of pleasure, and before I knew it, I felt the familiar sensation at the base my spine. My balls tightened past the point of release and no matter how hard I tried, I knew I was right there. Too close to the edge. And fuck me, I didn’t want to pull out. I needed to come in her pussy.

  “Don’t, don’t pull out,” she moaned, reading my thoughts. “Give it to me, Roland. Fill me up,” she cried, and fuck me, I did just like my woman wanted.

  With a deep growly roar, I kept on going, and just as I was about to come, I felt her. She tightened around me as she furiously met each and every one of my thrusts. We both fell over the edge, and I squeezed her ass cheek as we flew higher and higher. Ribbons of my release shot out, and she clenched and milked every drop out of me.

  Coming down, I kissed her shoulder and got off her. I leaned down and kissed each ass cheek and watched as I slipped out of her. Then something came over me. With my thumb as gently as I could, I rubbed some into her skin. Marking her as mine.

  Carefully, I rolled her over, and she sprawled out her limp body in front of me. As I caught my breath, I took my time rubbing up and down her skin. With a firm and possessive touch, I made sure to assure her I would always take care of her. She would be my first priority.

  I whispered sweet but honest words into her skin. Hoping somehow, they would stamp their way into her soul. I told her how fucking beautiful she was. How much I freaking loved her. I was a complete and utter sap as I untied the ribbons from her ankles and wrists kissing the small patch of skin it uncovered. I couldn’t help it. It was like a lid had been popped open, and I couldn’t stop telling her what she meant to me. All the pent-up words were spewing out, and judging by the soft, sweet look on her face, she didn’t s
eem to mind.

  Chapter Five

  Veronica

  “STOP WATCHING ME SLEEP,” I muttered with my eyes closed and heard the deep bass of his chuckle before his arm wrapped around me, pulling me in closer.

  “Hey, sleepy head,” his voice tumbled, but I didn’t dare open my eyes.

  “What time is it?”

  “Time to decorate one of the Christmas trees,” he shared. That caught my attention enough to open my eyes and roll into his arms.

  “Are you serious?”

  “There are a couple of trees out there without decorations.”

  “And you want to decorate?” I asked.

  “I want you to keep smiling the way you are right now.”

  “You don’t have to—“ I started to say, but he nuzzled his nose against mine.

  “I want to. You ready?” he asked, and I nodded, jumping out of bed with him grabbing his tee from the floor.

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  “Huh.” He stood by the tree, looking at it, his brow furrowed. “I thought you were a little crazy suggesting teal and red, but it works.”

  “Right?” I grinned up at him.

  “It’s beautiful, baby.”

  “Rolly.”

  “Yeah?” His hand moved to my waist and pulled me in close. My head rested on his shoulder.

  “What made you do this?” I wondered out loud.

  “Honestly?” he asked, glancing down at me, one brow raised.

  “Honestly.”

  “I watched a Hallmark movie,” he admitted, and I was surprised I didn’t gasp.

  “Wait, what?” My lips twitched, and there was no playing off my clear amusement.

  “Last night. It came on. I think you—”

  “Programmed it.” I cut him off softly and winced. “I was worried I’d forget, and it was a new one,” I explained.

  “I watched it.” He shrugged, but I could tell he was a little self-conscious about it. He wasn’t a Hallmark-movie-watching type of guy, and now I was just flat out smiling.

  “You did?”

  “I figured you were watching it at Jo’s place.”

  “I was,” I cautiously admitted, silently wondering how the hell he knew I had stayed at my sister’s place.