Mischief and Mistletoe (4 page)

Tamara shivered in anticipation.
Was that supposed to be a threat?
“Why do you think I waited to show my ass until I was pregnant.”

“Good point.” Russell grasped a handful of her bountiful bottom and gave a good squeeze. “Speaking of ass.”

“Russell…’tis the night before Christmas. What would Santa say?”

Russell rolled her over on top of him
. “Have a seat on my lap, little girl, and tell Santa want you want.”

“That’s so dirty.” She laughed, pushing herself up so she was putting no undue weight on her belly.

“And your point is…”

“Not a damn thing.” But now that she was sitting up, another blatant point was being made. She climbed off his lap. “I’m going to make a quick stop in the ladies
’ room then I’m going to come back and tell you all about the really big list I want to give Santa.”

“And Santa has a really big present he wants to give you.”

Tamara’s lips twitched with mischief. “Not sure I should get it. I’ve been a little naughty.”

“Wouldn’t you know it, that’s just the type Santa likes.
”

When Tamara disappeared into the bathroom, Russell undressed down to his boxers then called over to their ranch to check in with the foreman. His spread was growing but still wasn’t as large as Ty’s was yet, which meant he had more to lose if things took a turn for the worse tonight, but he was going to stay positive and put faith in the men he hired, the barn he had built and the higher power he believed in. After giving the other man some last-minute instructions, Russell hung up, feeling a little bit better than he had before the call.

Russell was trying to learn to be more Zen about things. If something was going to go wrong
, it would happen whether he was at the ranch or not. But that only extended to his feelings about the ranch. For some reason he couldn’t be that blasé when it came to Tamara. He honestly didn’t think he could survive without her, which drove him to sometimes act a little irrational when it came to her, but he’d rather her be alive and pissed off at him than dead or hurt somewhere he couldn’t reach her. It was something he was going to have to work on…but not tonight. It was Christmas Eve. The petty stuff could be worked out after the holidays when there was less mistletoe and hopefully less mischief about.

“Santa baby
…” Tamara singing softly drew his attention over to the bathroom door where she was standing in the doorway, one hand on her hip and one on the frame above her head. She had on a Santa’s hat and a red baby doll nightdress that had black fur around the trim and the low-cut neckline. “Just slip a sable under the tree for me.”

Blown away, Russell placed his hand on his heart. “Wow! Now this was worth driving through a snowstorm for.”

“Such a sweet talker.” Tamara laughed and came all the way in the room. She walked over to him and lightly pushed him down on the bed, so he was sitting and she was standing in front of him. She took the hat off her head and tossed it carelessly behind her. “And if I would have come out in a ratty robe, with my hair in my head scarf, while scratching my ass, what would you have said then?”

Russell didn’t miss a beat. “Now this was worth driving through a snowstorm for.”

Tamara rolled her eyes. “You’re such a liar.”

“Don’t you know?” Russell asked with all sincerity.

“Know what?” she asked with a slight puzzled look on her pretty face.

Russell made sure to hold her gaze so she could read the truth in his eyes for herself. “That you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me.”

“I thought that was Janet Jackson,” she teased.

“
Janet is fine but… She isn’t carrying my baby.”

“That bitch better not be.”

“Oh, I love it when you get jealous of people I’ll never meet or ever have a chance with in real life.”

“I don’t like to share. Not even with random dream girls.”

“You are my dream girl.”

“If you’re trying to talk your way into my panties
, you can stop. I’m not wearing any.”

“Who’s the sweet talker now?” The delightful scent of coco
a butter wafted up to him the closer she came. Russell inhaled deeply then let out a contented sigh. “Damn you smell good.”

“You’re just easy to please.”

“Remember that next time you say I’m overbearing.”

She stared at him blankly. “I remember nothing.”

“That’s what I thought.” Russell laughed. “So, if you were coming over here to escape me, who did you pack this little number for?”

“Ty.”

Russell froze. “Excuse me?”

Laughing, she slapped him lightly on his shoulder. “You
, silly.”

“Oh
, so you just knew I was going to come chasing after you?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“I bet you do.” Russell reached out and fingered the straps of her gown. The top of the lace slip dress was doing very little to contain her breasts. Tamara was a busty girl before, pregnancy only enhanced parts of her already impressively curvy body, making Russell one very lucky man. Her breasts especially drew his gaze in that outfit. His mouth watered at the thought of taking her nipples into his mouth. “I love this dress but it looks like it’s cutting into your shoulders.”

“It is a bit.”

”I thought so.” Russell slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled them down so her breasts popped out obscenely over the black fur. He licked his lips at the sight. “Better.”

“For who
m?” Tamara teased.

Russell was too enthralled by her sexy breasts to reply. God he loved her body. Especially “the twins” as he jokingly called them. The heavy mounds were tipped with the darkest nipples he’d ever had the pleasure of kissing
, and to both their delights the pregnancy had turned the dark beauties into the most sensitive part of her body next to her clit. The right amount of pressure could make her come just from nipple stimulation alone.

“Don’t even think it.”

It took effort to force his gaze up to her face. “Think what?”

“About making me come just yet.”

Russell took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed them tightly. “Isn’t that the entire point?”

Tamara gasped and leaned into him
. “It’s so the point but I…I…”

“You what…” Russell lowered his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He suckled it, getting the dark peak hard before releasing it to blow cool air across it.

Tamara buried her hand in his hair and forced his head forward again, lining him up to pay the other nipple the same amount of attention. “Want you inside me first.”

Not one to leave a woman wanting, Russell laved and teased the other nipple as he had the first before pulling back. “We have all night. We can do many things.
In many positions. In many holes.”

“The rest of the night can worry about itself. I want you inside me now.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have put this on. It’s giving me all kinds of naughty ideas.”

“Not that you needed them.”

“Not that I did.” Russell slid his large callused hands beneath the nighty and around to the soft curve of her ample bottom. He squeezed the thick flesh between his fingers before moving it back and delivering a sharp smack to her bottom.

“Hey!”

“You deserve that one and you know it.”

Tamara pouted. “No fair leaving the other cheek unattended
, too.”

“I could not agree more.” He followed up his words with another light hand pop but this time on the other cheek before rubbing his stingy palm all over her behind. They might play around with a little slap and tickle here and there, but he would rather cut off his own arm before he hurt her. “You’re such a tease.”

“I don’t tease you. Anything you want from me. I’d give it to you.”

“Well
, right now I want you out of this thing.”

“Don’t you love it?”

“Oh, I do. I’m just willing to bet I’ll love it even more on the floor.” He took hold of the bottom portion of the dress and gave it a couple of tugs, pulling it down past her stomach and to the floor. He glanced from his nude wife to the puddle of material on the floor then back at Tamara and grinned. “Right again.”

Tamara placed her hands on her hips and let out a fake sigh. “You just love me for my body.”

“That I do.” Unable to help himself, Russell leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her belly. Any other time he would have spent time talking to their unborn child, but right now, he needed to attend to his wife. “Climb on the bed, baby, and let me show you how much I love it.”

Laughing
, she did as he requested, but instead of lying down, she remained sitting. “I’m having a little hard time breathing on my back.”

“For what I have in mind you don’t have to l
ie down…just open your legs.”

“I love the way you think.”

Russell grabbed the pillows from the top of the bed and pushed them down behind her so she could lean back on them but not be horizontal. “Comfy?”

“Very.”

“Good,” Russell climbed on the bed between her splayed legs and let out a happy sigh. “I’m home.”

“Home, sweet ho—” Her words cut off the second
his fingers parted the damp curls covering her nether lips and his tongue touched her clit.

He didn’t wait around for her to finish her sentence or come up with a new one. He was too busy feasting between her thighs. There were many things he loved doing for and to Tamara, going down on
her was at the top of his list. Her taste and aroma drove him wild, as did the arousing noises she made whenever he did something she liked, and he always made it a point of doing something she liked.

“Russell…God…yes…” Her cries urged him on as did the hand she planted firmly at the back of his head to keep in him place. For someone who said she didn’t want to come until he was inside her, Tamara was doing a very good impersonation of someone who was about to come.

Because he was a jerk, he pushed against her hand, moving his mouth away from her ever so delectable pussy, but kept his fingers moving in and out of her wet, tight hole. “Still want to wait?” He gently blew across her clit after asking just to watch her quiver.

“Stop playing,” she said as she shoved his face back against her.

“Thought so,” he muttered before taking her clit between his lips and suckling as he pressed his fingers a little deeper inside to find her G-spot. It only took a few seconds of rubbing the sensitive section with his fingers to send her soaring. Her orgasm damn near bucked him off her, but he held on to her until she came down from her high.

When she released
her hold on his hair, he looked up and licked his lips, enjoying the sweet, lingering taste that remained. She looked beautiful but done, so done, but it was just the beginning. “Roll over. Ass in the air.”

Tamara moaned and reached out to him for help. Laughing, he sat back on his heels and helped her get into position. He moved her closer to the edge of the bed then got down on the floor so he could stand.

When she was finally in place and comfortable, Tamara looked back at him and narrowed her gaze. “If anyone asks, moving over like this did not take fifty years and I looked extremely sexy while I was getting into position, like something out of a James Deen porn…not something from a show at Sea World.”

Russell ran his gaze over her, stroking his hard cock all the while. “All I see is porn
, baby.”

“Good,” she said, turning back around.

“It’s about to be great.” Russell moved in. It was time to put them both out of their misery.

Stepping up to her, he ran his hand over
her bottom, then worked his hand down between her legs, pausing to caress her wet pussy. Aroused and beyond ready, he parted her nether lips then centered his cock at her entrance. Even though he was primed for a wild ride, Russell eased into her slowly, letting her body adjust to his girth. Despite the fact this pregnancy had acted like an aphrodisiac to Tamara, Russell didn’t rush things. She might be ready, she might be wet, but he also knew she was tender at times and he wouldn’t risk injuring her just because he was too randy to make it good for her.

When he s
ank inside her sweet depths, Tamara let out a deep moan. From the way she was angled away from him, he couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or bad. So, even though his balls were in danger of turning blue, he pulled back slightly and asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

She glanced over her shoulder and met his heated gaze with one of her own. “Do you want me to kill you?”

He laughed and started up again, moving in and out of her sweet slice of heaven while watching as their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways. The contrast of their skin tones never ceased to excite him, but then again almost everything to do with Tamara thrilled him.

High off love and desire
, he started a steady tempo, moving their bodies to a beat as old as time. The slow pace was killing him, but he gritted his teeth and bore it. She was worth it. She was worth everything. “You…okay…love.”