The Ford Brothers Series Box Set, page 138
“You two smoke a joint while I was on that call?” she teases.
“No,” I chuckle. “But your sister just agreed to marry me.”
“What?” she laughs, looking at us like we’re high.
“We’re getting married.” I say.
“Yeah, right.” She scoffs. “And I’m going to Disneyworld.”
Kristina and I laugh. Lord knows if she realizes whether or not I’m serious. Later, as we’re snuggling together on the couch watching a movie, Kristina kisses my lips and asks me how I’m feeling.
“Aside from being a little tired and sore from working out again, I’m fantastic." I kiss her head as she lays in front of me. Our bodies are spread out on the couch, my front is facing her back. My hand is around her waist, and her hand is interlaced with mine.
Removing my hand from hers, I lift a lock of her hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck. She makes a warm humming sound. Kissing her from shoulder to ear, I nip her lobe and she giggles.
“Yoles still up?” I whisper silkily into her ear.
“I’m not sure.” She turns her head towards me again and gazes at my lips. “You want me to go check?”
I kiss her softly on the mouth. “Won’t that make it obvious?” I say against her lips.
“We don’t need to check every time we want to make love, Jack. We’re all grownups.” She touches my bottom lip with her index finger. “We can be quiet.”
The way she speaks makes me shiver with need. Leaning down, I envelop her lips with mine, pull back, and then envelop again, this time sliding my tongue inside. Slowly, deliciously, we kiss without parting lips. I missed her so much I’m aching. My hand goes to her temple as I caress her face, taking her in.
She turns over on to her back, as I hover over her on my side. My hand touches the hem of her nightshirt, and I skate my fingers up her thigh. Her lips part from mine. “Maybe we should go in the bedroom…so we don’t get caught.” She smiles.
“Your wish is my command.” I rise, taking her hand in mine, and lead her to our room. She looks down at what looks like a cucumber poking up inside my pyjama pants, and she stuffs her hand down them, making me suck in air quickly. “Cold hands!” I chuckle.
She laughs softly, removing her hand. I’m still laughing, but I wrap her hands in mine, warming them, as I kiss her sweetly. When they’re warm, I look her in the eyes as I place her hand back into my pyjama bottoms. Her hand immediately surrounds my hardness, and I close my eyes.
Her lips are on my neck as she kisses me, shoulder to my ear, and then she nibbles the lobe. “See how that feels?” she whispers in my ear.
“Mmmm…I like.” I place my hand over her rear. “Then again I love everything that you do when you touch me.”
She pulls her hand out as she slides my pyjamas down my legs. I’ve learned not to wear underwear under my pyjamas, mirroring her, so I’m naked from the waist down. My baby shakes her head.
I snake my head down to look at her. “You okay?”
“I was just thinking that you’re so beautiful. Even from the waist down.” Rising, she lifts my shirt off and begins kissing my nipples. When she opens her mouth and sucks and licks one, I rear my head back and let out a heavy sigh.
She sucks and licks the other one, making my dick like a rock. As she kisses down my belly, paying special attention to my abdominal muscles, I continue watching as my baby reaches for my cock and takes it in her mouth. “Oh, Jesus.” I breathe, as I feel her lips and tongue encircle me. When she sucks the head it’s my undoing. It feels so fucking good I can’t help but moan.
“Oh….God…Kristina…” I grunt as she takes me all the way in. My chest is heaving as she uses her hand to pump the base while her mouth, tongue and lips work the shaft.
I’m afraid to watch her. Just the thought of what she’s doing to me is almost too much to bear. She’s never taken me in her mouth before, and we haven’t made love since before I got hurt, so I’m just hanging on by a thread here.
When I feel a strong rush come on, I gently push her back. “Baby, you better stop.” I say with a warm tone. As she rises, she kisses her way up, making me shiver. “God, what you do to me, baby.” I sigh, cupping her face with my hands and kissing her deeply, slowly sweeping my tongue against hers.
Pulling her nightshirt over her head, I drink her beauty in. Turning her so her back faces me, I carefully guide her to the bed so she lays on her belly. My lips are on her ass cheeks as I kiss and lick them like I’ve been dying to do for so long I don’t even want to think about it. Nipping her gently, she moans softly as I trail kisses up her back, slowly hovering my body over hers. My hands inch their way to her breasts as I arrive at her torso.
Reaching to the bedside table, I grab a condom from the drawer, rip the foil and roll it on. “Come up on your knees, baby.” I murmur. My hands caress her breasts as she leans her back and neck against me and I kiss her neck. Moving my hands to her hips, I guide her on me and carefully impale her. I’m inside to the hilt and she moans aloud as I caress her breasts, feeling her ass on my thighs.
As I begin to move inside her, under our odd weight distribution, the bed is already squeaking. Her ass slaps against my thighs as she meets me thrust for thrust, very much enjoying this new position, evidently. Her breasts bob slightly under my touch, as I knead her nipples between my fingers. One hand stays on her breast while the other trails down to her folds. Circling her clit with my middle finger, her mouth opens and she lets out a long “Ohhhh….”
“Feel good, baby?” I murmur against her neck.
She moans. I’ll take that as a yes.
As we pick up speed, the bed is thumping under our weight. We have to stop. Yolanda is going to have a field day. We move closer to the center of the bed, which seems to help a little. She’s on a roll and I don’t want to stop. I want her to come like this. My finger keeps circling her clit, moving faster as my other hand keeps working her nipple. Her thighs are getting rigid and I can feel her clenching around my dick. It’s so fucking good, but I want to hold on. The bed starts again as she pumps faster, and I meet her rhythm. I don’t fucking care what Yolanda says anymore. Every time I make love to Kristina, it gets better and better.
I feel her insides quiver and she lets out one hell of a cry as I try to slow a little, trying not to come with her…this time. My finger doesn’t stop rubbing her clit until her cry calms down. When I slow down, our breathing is hitched. I pull out of her for a second, and turn her onto her back, laying her down on the pillows. “You didn’t…” she says with a puzzled expression.
“Not…yet. But I will.” I wiggle my brows as I enter her on top. “It’s been a while…I know there’s another one in there for you.” Kissing slow and deep, I fill her. “God, I love you so much, baby.” I whisper as I start to move slowly.
“I love you, too…tigger.” She giggles, pulling at a coil of hair at the front of my face.
I chuckle and kiss her, sweeping my tongue in her mouth. That gets a little moan and I begin sucking and nipping her tongue and lips, which makes her clench inside. “Mmmm…see? I told you there was another one in there somewhere.” I murmur against her lips.
“God, how do you do it, Jack?” She breathes and then moans as I go deeper.
“How do I do what? Please you?” I ask through ragged breaths. “Hit all your hot buttons?”
“Mmmm..” she mewls.
“I just follow your cues, baby.” I suck her nipple and give it a few licks. She arches her back. I lick more. Her insides clench harder. I’m getting closer to the edge. I’m inside her to the hilt as I pull her knees up, kissing her thighs as I pump her faster. Now the headboard is thumping against the wall and I roll my eyes. “Fuck.” I grunt as I feel her wetness practically sucking me in.
She’s ignoring the noise, feeling her release closer. I angle upward, hitting her in the perfect spot, and she reaches for my nipples with both hands. I rear my head back. “Baby, you’re gonna make me come.” I whisper through ragged breaths as I feel a huge wave of pleasure wash through me.
“I want you to come.” She moans, writhing under me. “Come with me, Jack.” Her voice raises an octave as I feel her insides convulse. Her fingers haven’t stopped working and the sensation goes right to my dick, making it impossibly hard. Her just saying the word ‘come’ throws me over the edge and I feel my seed shoot out of me like a bolt of lightning. I try to stifle her cries by kissing her, but my orgasm rips through me so strongly that I only manage to touch her lips against mine, with my mouth open, making my own primal noises.
If the headboard could talk, it would be begging for mercy right now as I pound against it, almost smacking my head on it until the waves finally calm to mild aftershocks. Kristina’s legs have a death grip on my waist. She loosens her grip as I rest my head on her shoulder. We’re both breathless and spent like we just ran around the block ten times in a sprint.
We lay on the bed completely still, until I draw in a deep breath and lift my head, kissing her neck chastely, up and down it, and then I rest my head back on her shoulder again. She lifts her hand and rakes it through my hair, making contact with my scalp. It feels so relaxing I could fall asleep. I catch myself drifting and get up, removing myself from her, and go dispose of the condom.
When I come back into the bedroom, Kristina snuggles into my chest. “I love you so much, Jack.” She sighs, kissing my shoulder.
“Love you more than anything, baby.” I kiss her head. “Sleep.”
Her naked body is pressed into mine as she sleeps practically on top of me. I wake up in the middle of the night, sweating buckets. Kristina’s body is so warm on mine, it’s too warm. Trying to peel her off me carefully, without waking her, I turn sideways slowly, and she cuddles into the pillow. When I wake up in the morning, it sounds like she’s just finishing in the shower. I go downstairs to start breakfast, and she joins me twenty minutes later. Wrapping her arms around me from behind as I cook eggs on the stovetop, she kisses my naked back. “Morning, baby.” She says.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.” I turn around and kiss her chastely on the mouth. “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
We hear Yolanda’s footsteps coming up the stairs. She clears her throat obviously. “Is it safe to come up?” she barks sarcastically.
“Yes,” Kristina giggles. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
Her face appears, irritated. “I just want you two to know that if you don’t soundproof the fucking basement, I’m moving out.”
Kristina’s face turns beet red.
“And put a fucking carpet or something on your bedroom floor, Jack. And a board under your mattress.” She snarls. “You two are animals.”
I can’t look at her. “Fair enough.” I say, continuing to prepare breakfast. Yoles stomps back down the stairs. I sneak a glance at Kristina, and she looks like she’s going to cry. “Hey,” I take her by the waist, bringing her close to me. “We weren’t that loud, baby.” I kiss her head.
Yoles yells from the basement. “I was on the phone with a friend and she could hear you two going at it!”
Kristina leans her head into my chest, completely mortified. I rock her in my arms and kiss the top of her head. “We’ll get it figured out.”
“I’ve never heard her so angry before.” Kristina whispers, the disappointment drips from her voice. “She can’t support herself. If she moves out I’ll have to move with her.”
I rub her back. “It’s not going to come to that, sweetie.”
“I don’t know, Jack. She’s really upset.”
“Why don’t you go down there and talk to her?” I kiss her lips. “I’ll keep your breakfast warm.”
Chapter 37
Kristina
My face is still red when I walk downstairs to calm my sister down. “Hey,” I say in the most comforting tone I can manage. “I’m so sorry if we kept you up. Really. I’m sorry.”
She smirks at me, hesitates, and then waves. “It’s okay.” She busies herself putting on makeup and glances at me again. “It was pretty fun seeing your face that shade of red again though.”
“Glad it was worth it.” I give her a thin-lipped smile.
“Look, I know I embarrassed you, but think about how embarrassing it was for me? I know you’re in love and enjoying great sex, but if I have to live under you, we have to have some ground rules.”
I lift a hand. “I get it. I get it.”
Yoli lets me off the hook and changes the subject. “Hey, when are we going to put up Christmas decorations? It’s less than a week away. Or is Jack atheist or something?”
“Not as far as I know.”
When I go back upstairs, Jack has showered and eaten and he’s in his office. My breakfast is on the stove with a lid over it to keep it warm. I’m eating when he comes in to join me. He comes over and kisses me on the mouth. “Everything cool?”
“Yeah,” I wave. “Maybe she’s getting her period or something.”
Jack makes a face. “Let the record show that you said that…not me.”
I giggle. “Anyway, she wants to put up the Christmas decorations. With all that’s been going on, we seem to have forgotten that Christmas is almost here.”
“Shit. Yeah, I’ll get the stuff out of the attic right now if you girls want to get busy.” He offers kindly.
I shrug. “Sure.”
Once the tree is up, we go out to get one for the basement, so Yoli will have one, too. After setting that one up, we’re starving, so the three of us order pizza and have dinner together. Thankfully, there is no mention of our noisy escapade the previous night.
I’m exhausted and not in the mood for dealing with Yoli at work tomorrow, so I head off to bed while Jack gets some work done. Jack goes to work hours before me and Yoli. When I arrive, he’s on the phone for what seems like hours, as his line on the switchboard stays lit up all morning and for part of the afternoon.
“Kris, I’m going to head down to the cafeteria for some lunch. You want something?”
“What are you getting?”
She shrugs. “A salad or something. What do you want?”
“I’m not really hungry.” I answer, suddenly realizing that I don’t feel all that great. I didn’t feel well last night, either, come to think of it. Yoli sees the look on my face and walks over to me. She places her hand on my forehead.
“You don’t feel warm.” She looks at my eyes. “You’re a little pale, though. Is it your throat? Catching a cold?”
“No, it’s my stomach and my head.”
“Did you eat breakfast? You feel like this when you skip breakfast.”
“I did skip breakfast.”
“Then you’re probably famished. That’s why you don’t feel well.” She pats my cheek. “You should know better. I’ll bring you something and you’re gonna eat it.”
I feel better once I’ve eaten. Jack picks up on the pale pallor when we have our afternoon meeting. “You don’t look so hot, babe. Why don’t you go home and sleep?”
“I’m fine. I was feeling a bit crappy earlier, but I ate and now I’m fine.”
“Sure?”
I nod.
“Okay.” We get down to business, discussing year end and the subject of Christmas squeezes in. “Are you cool with coming to Colton’s with me on Christmas Eve? Yoles can come, too.”
“Sure. We don’t have any plans.”
“Cool. We’ll stay in a hotel for the night and stay until the day after Christmas if that’s cool with you. That’s our typical Christmas thing in the Ford family. We all used to stay at the ranch, but our family’s gotten so big. Colton’s been building a guest house, but it won’t be ready until next Christmas.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll let Yoli know.”
He takes my hand in his. “We’ll do our own Christmas tomorrow night if that’s okay.”
“That’s fine.” I pause. “What on earth can I get you?” the man has everything, plus, he’s a billionaire…what can you buy for a billionaire that he doesn’t already have?
“You.” He says, giving me an intense look that makes me squirm.
“You have me.” I grin.
“Then I already have everything.”
I pat his hand. “You’re sweet…but it’s going to make for an awkward Christmas when you buy me something and I haven’t bought you anything.”
He pauses to consider his answer. Then he blinks and looks at me with intensity again. “You…wrapped in something very sexy.” He winks.
“And you’re supposed to open that in front of Yoli?”
He sighs. “Buy me a teddy bear then.”
I giggle, and an idea comes to mind. I can’t help the smirk.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on, tell me.”
“Then it wouldn’t be a Christmas surprise.”
***
We’re sitting on the couch upstairs. The Christmas lights are shimmering in the dark. Everyone is packed, ready to head to South Carolina in the morning. Jack won’t let go of my hand, and Yoli is acting like a kid in a candy store. She always gets like this at Christmas. Jack keeps checking his phone and his watch, making me nervous. “Can we open presents yet?” Yoli asks.
“No. Not yet.” Jack says, feigning chiding her like a child. It’s so cute I want to kiss him, and I do. Yoli rolls her eyes but I ignore it.
“Can you at least open your gifts from us?” Yoli whines.
“Fine. But I’ve hidden yours, so they’re not under the tree.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” Yoli says. “You take the fun out of everything. I hope the rest of your family isn’t like that at Christmas.”
Jack chuckles. “You’re just a bucket of fun, Yoles.”
She smirks. “Alright. Open my present first.” Hunkering down under the tree, she picks up a large box and hands it to him. I have no idea what’s in it. She swore she wouldn’t tell me.
