A Soldier's Christmas

“I want you so hot for me that your control snaps.” Emma bit a nipple and felt his reaction as he jerked against her fingers. “I want to feel all this steel,” she squeezed his shaft and watched as his eyes closed, “inside my tight sheath.” She licked up to his ear and nibbled his lobe. “I’m on the pill to regulate my period, so I want to feel you release inside me, and I want to know what it feels like to have your seed dripping out of me…claiming me.”

Logan growled and shot to his feet with Emma clasped tightly in his arms. He dropped down onto the bed with her under him, and nothing

had ever felt as hot. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to go slow with how worked up I am.” He went for her shirt, and froze with one hand on the shirt and the other on her purple, silk clad, breast…

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Emma thought she was hearing things.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Oh, God.” Logan dropped his head to her chest and panted against her. “I can’t...get that.”

“Do you think they’ll go away?” Emma asked, but she already knew the answer.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Fuck,” Logan cursed, and reluctantly climbed from Emma.

Emma sat up and found herself nearly eye level with Logan’s groin. He looked really hard and uncomfortable behind his zipper.

Her eyes met his.

“I’ll survive, but I can’t get the door.”

“You go into the bathroom, and I’ll get it.” Emma stood and placed a soft kiss to his lips. “We’ll pick up where we left off after they’ve gone.” She straightened her clothes, ran her hands through her long hair and, before she unlocked the door, she looked over her shoulder to make sure Logan had disappeared into the bathroom. He was just about to close the door when Emma spotted his shirt on the floor. “Logan, take your shirt.”

He grabbed it and closed the bathroom door as he threw her a tortured grin. Emma turned and pulled the door open. She wasn’t happy with the interruption and planned on giving Adele a piece of her mind, until she met the smirk on her brother’s face.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m staying in town tonight so I thought I’d stop in to see you.” He grinned and walked into the room carrying a package, which he left on the table by the door. “You alone?”

Emma resigned herself to him being in the room and closed the door. “No, I’m not on my own as you probably know.” She narrowed her eyes. “Mom called you. Didn’t she, Travis?”

He grinned. “Yeah, she did.”

The bathroom door opened and Logan stepped out.

Emma met his gaze as he walked over to her, and slipped his hand around her waist. Logan then held his hand out toward her brother. “Logan,” he offered his name and Emma sighed in relief when her brother shook his hand. “Travis, Emma’s brother.”

“Now you’ve met each other, what did Mom say?” she asked Travis impatiently, and noticed Logan’s frown so added, “Mom called Travis to come find us.”

Logan’s frown deepened, but Emma turned back to her brother for answers.

“She said you’d gone off with him, and that she wanted me to come get you and take you home.” Travis grinned as Emma rolled her eyes. “I told her that you were well past the age of consent and that she should leave you alone.”

She laughed with amusement. Their mom wouldn’t have left it at that. “And?”

“Oh, come on, sis. You know what Mom’s like these days,” he hedged, “I told her I’d find you.” He smirked. “I never said one word about taking you with me, though.”

Emma moved forward and hugged her brother. “Thank you.” She kissed his cheek. “The connection we have,” she glanced at Logan, “is hard to explain and I’m not sure I want to. It’s between Logan and I, and I wish Mom would stop trying to keep us apart.”

“You eating this?” Travis pointed at her mousse.

“No, and will you stop looking at the food.”

“I’m hungry.” Travis picked her mousse up and grabbed her spoon before he dropped his ass into a chair. “So, what did Mom say before you left the house?”