Silent Night (Bad Boy Rockers 5.50)

Leo shakes his head. “I don’t see anyone else, Robin. I haven’t since I first saw you.” He gives me a quick kiss. “Scoot over so I can fasten my jeans.” He pointedly stares at my chest, which is still bare to him. He closes his eyes as I move, but adds, “Please fasten your shirt otherwise I’m going to say to hell with it and drive back to my place right now.”

I drop into the passenger seat and quickly straighten my clothes. “As much as I wish we could do that, I don’t want to disappoint Ryder.”

Leo fastens everything away from my view and settles against the seat. “You have a good family, Robin.” He reaches out and wraps a lock of my hair around a finger. “I haven’t been part of a family for years.”

I don’t think I’m being presumptuous when I say, “Consider yourself part of mine, Leo.” I offer a small smile that reaches my eyes. “This Christmas you’re going to be with me and my family.” I climb over him again and wrap my arms around his neck.

Holding him close, I admit, “I’m falling in love with you.”

Leo’s arms tighten around me. “I’m already in love with you.”

Ryder & Dahlia

Ryder

I toss my hat, gloves, and jacket down on the sofa after dropping our three girls off with Cindy, Reece’s mom. She’s been amazing and insists on having our three when she has Reece’s son, Ben. Considering Dahlia is a product of her husband’s infidelity, her support never ceases to surprise me.

Moving through our home, I toss my sweatshirt over a kitchen chair. Carrying on through the house and upstairs, I unfasten my jeans. Walking into the bedroom, I toss my t-shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor. My boots, jeans, and socks quickly follow before I crawl up my gorgeous wife.

We don’t get much time to ourselves during the day anymore, so even though I was supposed to be heading to Kix, I couldn’t resist coming home to make love to Dahlia.

“Mmm.” She stretches. “You better be my husband.”

“Is that right?” I chuckle as I tug the sheet down her torso, and growl when her breasts are bared to my eyes.

“Oh yes. My husband is very possessive.” Dahlia purrs when I nuzzle between her large breasts.

“Damn str

aight he is, baby.” I tug the sheet away and settle over her.

Dahlia reaches around my waist and pulls me down. “I love your weight.”

“Always, baby.” I dip my head and nuzzle along her neck before I capture her lips with mine. Our kiss is gentle and full of my love for her. She’s my best friend, the mother of my children, and the woman who captured my heart from the moment I met her. At the time I’d thought she was with Reece, but I couldn’t have been so wrong.

I smile as I let my lips trail down from her neck to her fantastic breasts. Dahlia grew a couple of cup sizes while pregnant with the girls, but after our youngest, Lacey, came along, they stayed this size. I couldn’t be happier, but Dahlia hates them, unless I have her naked that is.

Meeting her heavy lidded gaze, I lap at one of her nipples before taking it into my mouth. Her stomach quivers as she brings a leg up and over my hip. Her back arches off the bed allowing her wet pussy to rub along my dick.

I don’t need to check for readiness and guide my throbbing cock inside her tight sheath. I slowly slide back and forth until I’m buried balls deep. My control is slowly slipping as Dahlia tightens around me.

“I love you being in me like this.” Her hands cup my face and hold me to her as our brows rest together. “Make love to me slowly, Ryder. I know we’re late, but I need you like this.”

Gazing into her eyes, I hold still and feel my heart explode with the love that I have for this woman. “Anything you want, honey…Anything,” I whisper as I slowly make love to my wife.

I grasp her bottom with one hand to hold her in place, and with my other, I slip it under her back so that there isn’t anything between us.

My gentle rocking inside of her has my balls pulled tight with the threat of release. It isn’t helping that I’ve been hard and ready from the minute I’d driven away from Cindy’s house.

Seeing the love mixed with lust in Dahlia’s eyes before they flutter closed as she arches her back does things to me, and I know I’m not going to last.

“Put your feet between my legs, baby.”

She does as instructed and my eyes roll. “The feel of your pussy,” I hiss. “So tight.”

I grab hold of her wrists and place them above her head, and when she arches into me, I see fucking stars. My lips come crashing down over hers and our tongues do a primal dance as my patience with slow evaporates.

The small keening noises Dahlia makes has my orgasm gathering in my balls, and then her core ripples along the length of my dick and I have no chance of holding anything inside of me.