Mischief and Mistletoe (10 page)

“Did you know they were going to name him after me?”

She shook her head and smiled. “No. Surprisingly, Tamara kept it a really good secret. Do you like it?”

“Do I?” Ty grinned from ear to ear. “I know when we picked out Candace’s name we made it a point of not naming her after anyone because we wanted her to have her own identity…but now that Russell gifted me with this I can’t help but…”

“But what?”

“
Want to return the favor. No pressure or anything because I know your pregnancy wasn’t a walk in the park. And I know you’re going to be going back to work soon, but if you wanted to try to have another baby, I would be okay with that.”

Out of all the things she would have expected to hear from Ty, him wanting to have a baby was nowhere on the list. She really didn’t know how to respond but she did know there was one thing she needed to clear up.
“I’m not going back to work.”

Startled, he jerked
his head back. “Since when?”

“Since I’ve decided I wanted to spend more time with Candace and with you, and
,” Charlotte paused to gather the courage to say something that she’d only just begun thinking about herself, “maybe try to have another baby.”

The grin that split Ty’s face was so bright it was damn near blinding.
“So you want to try?”

“I definitely want to
.” She nodded, more sure than ever she was making the right decision for her family. “I didn’t think I did, but the second Juniper placed him in my arms my ovaries clenched and a longing I never expected to feel again came over me. I know we had said before we were fine with one, but now I think I’ll be fine with more.”

Smiling, Ty walked over to her and placed his hands on her waist.
“How many more?”

“I say we get number two here and then go from there.”

“I’m down with this plan.”

She placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Are you sure?”

“The last thing I was this sure of
,” Ty lifted her up and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, “was the day I decided to marry you.”

“That’s pretty sure.”

Ty walked them back toward the couch, then turned and sat down with her on his lap. Charlotte moved her legs so she was straddling him then cupped his face. “If you’re trying to convince me, you don’t have to.”

“I’m not trying to convince you.” He ran a free hand from her shoulder down her back to the edge of her shirt. “I’m trying to make love to you.”

“I like that plan, but let’s take it upstairs.”

“No. I want you here.
Right now. In front of this tree.” Ty grasped the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up and off her body, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Her nipples immediately peaked under the cool air and his lustful stare. It amazed her that after five years of marriage he still made her feel like a newlywed. “You take my breath away.”

“Even after all this time.” Her voice was husky and her body felt flush. It seriously made no sense that he still had this
effect on her. No sense at all.

“Decades could pass and I would only love you more.”
His words were spoken in almost a whisper as he lowered his mouth over one of her rigid peaks. His breath stole across her flesh before his lips did, warning her senses of the pleasure to come.

She tangled her hand into his hair and held him to her for a moment as he pleasured her with his teeth and tongue. When the pleasure became too intense, she trembled and pulled him away. “You’re going to finish me before you undress me completely.”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” Despite her grip on his hair, he moved forward once more and took her other nipple in his mouth.

She fought through her moans to get back to the matter at hand. “Coming with you is never a bad thing, but I would prefer to come on your dick and not in my jeans.”

Ty laved her nipple one more time then released it. He let out a heavy fake sigh and said, “If I must, I must.”

“If you do, I’d be ever so grateful.”

“How grateful?”

Charlotte licked her lips. “Very grateful.”

“Then how can I say no to that? Stand up.”

Charlotte looked around. “On the couch.”

“Yes. Put one leg on either side of me.” He cupped her thighs. “I won’t let you fall.”

“Never thought you would,” she said as she moved into position. “Now what?”

“Now this.” His eyes darkened with passion as he slowly moved his hands from around her thighs to the front of her jeans where he went fast to work unfastening the denim. He unbuttoned her pants and took one side in each hand and pulled it apart, forcing the zipper to go down without being touched at all. “So pretty.”

Ty leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly across her exposed flesh
, all the while pushing her pants and panties down to her feet. He took hold of her thighs again and helped raise one foot then the other to free her completely and leave her bare before his eyes.

Charlotte, used to her husband’s domineering ways, just grinned seductively and placed her hands on her hips. “Gonna make me stand all night?”

“I don’t plan to make you stand for a second more.” Ty slid his hands down to the back of her knees and pressed her forward so her knees were resting on his chest and her pussy was in direct line with his mouth. “Sit and stay awhile.”

Well
, with an offer like that who was she to refuse.

Now this was his idea of ringing in a new year. Taking hold of her thighs, he brought her down a little lower so she was just at the right height, then turned his head to the left and licked a long column up her thigh, not stopping until he reached her sweet, sexy promised land.

Ty used his thumbs to separate her folds and then nuzzled his face between her lewdly spread lips to tongue her from her crease to her clit. When his lips reached the little bundle of nerves, he latched on
to the swollen, sensitive bud and sucked it into his mouth and went to town.

He placed one hand on the back of her butt to steady her and used the other to finger her wet sheath as he toyed and teased her love button.

“Oh…God, yes,” Charlotte cried out sharply, her hands twined in his hair and held him steady as he laved her clit with speed and know-how. It didn’t take much to get her off but that didn’t make it any less fun for Ty.

He pumped two fingers in and out
of her while he suckled and laved the swollen bud. He kept at it over and over until she began to shake and tremble above him.

“Oh, fuck…Ty…I…so close…” Charlotte
’s head fell back and she moaned loudly. She squeezed her legs around his head and held tightly to him as she came.

After a few seconds
, her legs trembled around him and she pulled his head back before slowly lowering herself down his body and coming to a full rest on his lap. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips and, like the little wanton she was, she dove in, reveling in the taste that was distinctly hers.

His cock grew even harder in his jeans at her saucy behavior. Never had he been with a woman who was so
uninhibited and free with her ability to love others and herself. It was what made her the best partner, in and out of the bedroom.

With a little gasp, Charlotte tore away from his mouth. “That was so good but I…” she whispered raggedly, “I need…”

He brushed her bangs away from her damp forehead. “What do you need?” He had a clue but he wanted her to tell him.

“Your cock.
Inside me. Now.”

As much as Ty has been enjoying dining between her thighs
, he was never one to turn his baby down. He gave her another kiss, a quicker one this time, then picked up her slight form and moved her from off his lap to the couch.

“Still sure you want to do this right here?”

Charlotte rose to her knees. “We’re not leaving this room until I come at least once more.”

He liked the sound of that, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease her. “Greedy.”

“Very. Clothes off. Now.”

“Demand
ing little thing, aren’t you?”

“Less talking, more stripping.”

Grinning, he took hold of his flannel shirt and began to unbutton it. “Well, if I must.”

Ty began to undress in front of her, proud and unashamed. It wasn’t just for her enjoyment but his as well. His body always became more alive under the heat of her stare. Charlotte had never made a secret of how much she enjoyed the way he looked nude and it made him proud to be a man.
Proud to be her man. So he took his time taking his clothes off, wanting to give his wife every ounce of pleasure he could, even if at the moment it was only of the visual variety.

“If I put on some music
, will you dance for me?” she said softly when he moved to push his boxers down.

Ty paused and arched a brow. “You’d like that
, wouldn’t you?”

Charlotte licked her lips and nodded. “I’ll make it rain up in here.”

He twirled his hips a little bit and edged his shorts down just an inch or so then laughed at the way her eyes lit up. “I don’t think so.”

“
Aww.” She groaned good-naturally.

“I’m not much of a dancer.” He pushed his boxers all the way to the floor then stepped out of them. “You’re going to have to settle for just me.”

“I like just you.” She reached out and took hold of his straining erection. “Especially this part of you.”

“He likes you
, too.” Particularly when she moved her hand up and down his shaft the way she was. In fact he was beginning to like it a little too much. And before he could embarrass himself, Ty reached down, grabbing hold of her hand, and stopped her mid-stroke.

“Fun spoiler.” She pouted.

“I got some fun for you.” Ty dropped to his knees in front of her and scooped her up from the couch. Charlotte laughed and grabbed hold of him as he turned her and laid her down in front of the tree.

He kneeled above her and stared down at the sight before him. She was lying flat on her back, naked in all her glory with her knees spread
, just waiting for him to take her. The fake tree came with built-in Christmas lights, which were still on and casting a rainbow array of colors across her mocha-tinged skin. “I thought angels went on top of the tree.”

“Maybe I’m a fallen angel.”

He shook his head at the very idea. “You’re too good to be that.”

“Then get down here,” Charlotte wiggled her index finger in a come
-here motion, “and make me bad.”

“That I can do.” Ty came down over her, bracing his weight with his knees and one arm while he used his free hand to line his cock up against her slick opening. He whispered, “I love you,” then pushed halfway inside with one big thrust.

Charlotte was as tiny on the inside as she was on the outside, and Ty was a bit bigger than the average man. So he took his time, doing shallow strokes first, building up until he could sink ball-deep inside her heated sex. He paused when he was all the way in and locked gazes with her. “Tell me,” he demanded. He needed to hear the words to make the act not about sex, but about them connecting.

“I love you.”

And that was all he needed to hear. With a groan, Ty began to move, fucking her with deep, sharp strokes. The sensation of his shaft sliding in the smooth, velvet heat of Charlotte’s sex had him desperate to pull back and sink forward in rapid succession. There was nothing on earth that topped being one with her. Nothing. But just as he started his long and steady strokes, Charlotte let out a little whimper and winced.

Concerned, h
e paused. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

She reached up and caressed his cheek. “Not you
, babe, it’s just the floor is a little hard.” Ty immediately pulled out, much to her obvious dismay. “No. Don’t.”

“I’m never going to hurt you,” he grumbled as he gripped her hips firmly in his grasp and rolled over
, taking her with him. The new position put her on top and placed his back against the unyielding wood floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to do this, but he was willing to endure it to let her take him on the ride of a lifetime. “Better?”

“Let’s find out
.” Charlotte grasped his straining thick cock in her hand and pulled it away from his stomach. She rose on her knees and centered his crown against her warm, wet opening. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip then slowly lowered herself onto his cock, inch after excruciating inch. She was going so slow he felt as if he were going to die, but he was willing to power through the frustration and let her take this at her own speed if it meant a better ride for her.

A soft
, guttural moan slipped out as she full seated herself on him. “Much, much better.”

“I couldn’t,” he paused to thrust up
, “agree more. I knew I would make a cowgirl out of you.”

Her full
, brown breasts swayed with every motion of her hips, enticing him to take them in his hands once more. The dusky tips grew to pebbled peaks beneath his roaming fingers. She moaned as her body arched toward him, asking without words for more.