Page 37 of Outlaw Xmas
“Fuck, sweetie. I love you so much.”
Hearing him unzip his jeans had shivers gripping her spine. He nudged her feet farther apart and cupped her sex. A low grunt rumbled from his throat. “You soaked right through your panties.” His voice was raw. She ground into his hand, her pussy twinging with an aching throb only his cock could relieve. “I love you too, and I want you so badly right now.”
Fingers pushing her panties down her pebbled skin made her arousal shoot through the roof. Bracing herself, she groaned when his iron-hard dick hammered into her. She craved it hard, fast, and rough. When Jax yanked her head back by her hair and shoved his tongue into her mouth, she slipped her hand down and played with her clit. With him pounding away, tweaking her nipples, and her finger moving rapidly over her nub, she bit down hard on her bottom lip as a rush of molten liquid rushed through her.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, trying to keep her cries at bay.
“Fuck!” Jax dug his fingers into her hips, and, in the midst of her feral fireworks, the heat from him exploded inside her.
Their jagged breaths filled the space around them, and Jax ran his hands over her back as he gently kissed her neck. She straightened up and leaned back into him, reaching over and looping a hand around his neck.
“I better see how Paisey’s doing. I’m surprised she hasn’t called out for her cookies.” She pushed away and he swatted her butt gently. She giggled as she pulled up her leggings and pulled down her top. When she turned around, Jax was zipping up. “Do you want a shot of whiskey in your hot chocolate?”
He drew her to him and brushed his lips across hers. “I’m going to the clubhouse to shoot some pool with Axe. I should be home in a few hours. Cool?”
Nuzzling her face into his chest, she nodded. “Cool. I have to go to the grocery store anyway.”
When they came out of the pantry, Cherri saw Paisley lying on her stomach on the floor, her chin resting in her hands, her eyes fixed on the raving white monster with yellowed, crooked teeth.
“Do you want your cocoa and cookies now?” Cherri asked her.
“Yes, please,” she answered without taking her eyes off the cartoon.
Jax pinched Cherri’s ass, then kissed her quickly. “I won’t be back late.”
“We’re having steak and mac and cheese for dinner. About what time do you think you’ll be back?”
“Five thirty or six. Bye, honey,” he said to Paisley, who yelled “Bye” with her eyes fixed on the TV.
Cherri placed two cups of cocoa on the coffee table and a plate with two cookies. “You have to sit up to have your snack,” she said.
Paisley sat up, took a cookie, and slowly chewed as she watched the rest of the cartoon.
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With several plasticbags hanging on her wrist, Cherri opened the back door and went into the kitchen.
“Why isn’t the door making noise?” Paisley asked, setting down a small bag.
“I guess I forgot to turn on the alarm, sweetie. Here, give me your bag.”
Paisley handed her the bag and she took out a box of vanilla wafers.
“Can I have some, Mommy?”
“Just one. I don’t want you to spoil your appetite. I’m making your favorite, mac ’n cheese.”
Lifting her arms in the air, she giggled. “Yay!”
Cherri laughed and ran her fingers through her soft hair. “You goofball.” She leaned down and kissed her. “You’re the cutest.” She opened the box and placed one cookie in a small plastic bowl. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, Mommy.”
Paisley scrambled out of the room and Cherri continued putting away the groceries. Then a high-pitched cry cracked the air and Cherri rushed into the living room to find a crying Paisley kneeling beside their Christmas tree that was toppled over and lying on its side. Slivers of broken ornaments picked up the afternoon sunlight. Paisley reached toward a shiny blue shard.
Cherri leapt forward. “Don’t touch it. You’ll cut yourself.” She pulled Paisley’s hand away and enveloped the sobbing six-year-old in her arms. “It’s okay, sweetie. Daddy will put it back up when he gets home. I guess it was too heavy. You and I were pretty heavy-handed with the decorations.” She wiped her daughter’s wet cheeks.
“Where are all the presents?” Paisley asked between sobs.
