He grinned at me. “I saw that in there. Was wonderin’ what the fuck it was.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Did you peek?”
“No, I didn’t fuckin’ peek, Lace. I’m not you,” he retorted.
“That’s fair.” I chuckled. “Open it.”
He ripped open the package and let out a low whistle. “Are you fuckin’ serious?”
I’d bought him a pair of custom saddlebags, complete with the Dogs of Fire Logo.
“Are they okay?”
He pushed me back on the mattress and kissed me. “They’re fuckin’ perfect, baby. Can’t wait to put ’em on.”
He kissed me again, then stroked my cheek. “Are you in pain?”
“Not even a little bit,” I said. “Why?”
“I’m thinkin’ it’s time to get creative.” He pushed my cami up, past my breasts, then over my head, where he tied my arms together at my elbows.
I arched with a whimper. “Yes.”
“No code word today, baby. You need me to stop or shift, say that.”
I nodded, licking my lips as his hand slid under the waistband of my panties and between my legs. He fingered my clit, then pressed his digits inside of me. I lost his hand briefly while he slid my panties to my thighs. “Spread your knees, baby. Careful of that leg.”
“Take them off,” I demanded, and he slapped my pussy.
“No.” He tugged my panties a little higher, so I had less room to move. “You’re gonna keep them there for the moment.”
I tried to widen my legs enough to tear the fabric but failed. It never failed to impress me how creative he got with my clothing. There wasn’t a stitch on me, ever, that he couldn’t turn into some sort of binding device.
His fingers dipped back inside of me, dragging my wetness to my clit where he fingered me again. “You think you can deal with my weight?”
“Hell, yes, I can.”
I was rewarded with my panties ripped off my body, and him hovering above me. “Do not put weight on that leg.”
“I won’t,” I promised as his dick pressed at my entrance.
I lifted up and his hand smacked my outer thigh, causing my pussy to flood.
I groaned as I lowered my hips again, taking the weight off my leg. “Sorry, sorry.”
He buried himself deep, kissing me gently, and running his nose against mine. “You doin’ okay?”
“Harder, honey,” I begged, and he moved, his hand slipping back between my legs, his fingers working my clit, as his cock worked my pussy.
He used his other hand to keep my tied arms over my head, so I was unable to touch him, other than wrapping my cast-free leg around his waist. I made sure my other leg was relaxed, even though I wanted to wrap that one around him as well.
“Oh, god, Declan, harder,” I demanded, and he rolled us slightly, shifting his hips and his dick hit the g-spot... hard.
“Squeeze my dick, baby,” he guided, and I contracted, then released, and he slammed in again, hitting my very special spot harder than the first. I came so fast, I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming.
He wasn’t far behind me, chuckling as his dick pulsed inside of me.
“Jesus, honey. I’m so sorry!” I hissed, studying the bite mark already raised and red. “Did I hurt you?”
“You marking me when you come so hard your body shakes? No, you did not hurt me.”
“I should get you ice.”
“You move and I will not give you a red ass for at least a week.”
“You wouldn’t,” I growled.
He grinned. “No, I probably wouldn’t. I would never be able to deny you anything that made you happy.”
I let out a mock relieved sigh. “Good to know.”
He slid gently out of me. “Don’t move.”
“Couldn’t if I tried,” I informed him and he kissed me before walking into the bathroom, returning with a clean washcloth, cleaning me up.
He helped me shift back under the cover, and we stayed in bed, watching the snow, and reveling in our love as the perfect Christmas morning continued to dawn.
I made a decision that a Rocky Mountain Christmas needed to happen every year and I couldn’t wait to plan our next one.
Kennedy
New Year’s Eve...
Mouse helped me navigate the steps of my parents’ front porch. I was now on crutches and taking full advantage of the freedom of not having to use the scooter. I had about another four weeks and I’d be out of this cast for good. I couldn’t wait.
“You can just walk in, honey,” I directed, and Mouse pushed the door open, and I hobbled inside. “We’re here!” I called out and I heard my mom let out a quiet squeal.
She appeared before me like an apparition before we could even make it out of the foyer.
“Ring!” she demanded, even though she’d already seen it on a video call. I laughed, reaching out my hand so she could admire it.
She released me then pulled Mouse in for a hug. “Well done, honey.”
“Thanks Trish.”
“Come in. Dinner’s almost ready, but Dad wants to do presents first.”
I followed Mom into the formal living room where the tree was still set up. Presents were still spilling out from under it and I chuckled. “I see you limited yourself this year.”
“Oh, stop,” Mom admonished. “We have another member of the family to shop for.”
Mouse gave me a strangled look and I grinned, taking his hand and squeezing it. He took the presents from the bag we brought and set them under the tree, then after greeting my father and brothers, he helped me flop onto the sofa, setting my crutches aside.
“Do Kennedy first,” Colm demanded, and I raised an eyebrow.
“This is never good,” I said.
“Oh, you’ll like this, Jack,” Tadhg assured me.
“Are you all in on it?”
“All of us,” Colm said, waving a hand toward Mouse as well.
“What did you do?” I asked him.
Mouse shrugged. “Why don’t you wait and see?”
Mom handed me a beautifully wrapped box, and I tore into it. It was empty. “Um, are you giving me
