S'mores

S'Mores

S'Mores A Phaze Snuggler HeatSheet by

Jalena Burke

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Phaze 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222 This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. eBook ISBN 1-59426-586-0 S'Mores © 2006 by Jalena Burke All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Cover art © 2006 by Trace Edward Zaber Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC.

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"Our cabin is already paid for." Alyssa McClaren went to swipe a strand of hair from her face, thought better of it, and left it there. At least it'd hide her eyes and the tears that threatened to escape. "I'm sure they'll give us our money back," Minor said. "We've discussed this over and over again. I want to go away, just the two of us, for Christmas. You promised me." "Oh, come on, Alyssa. I can't tell my mother she's not welcome." "It's not that she's not welcome." Alyssa's voice cracked, and she turned away to adjust an ornament on the tree she'd decorated herself. Why couldn't Minor understand anything she tried to tell him? He was always taking his mother's side. Margie had been a bitch to her over the Thanksgiving holidays. That was nothing new, she always acted like a bitch to her, but this time had been humiliating. And now Minor tried to tell her that his mother decided to come down for Christmas, and they were to cancel their plans? She didn't think so. "Our plans can be changed. We shouldn't ask her to change hers." Alyssa turned on him, glaring. She wished daggers would come out of her eyes. At this moment, she hated the man she was supposed to love for the rest of her life. "Our plans have been made for months. You just didn't want to tell her at Thanksgiving." "It isn't a big deal." "Not a big deal? Fuck you." She flung past him into the bedroom. He followed. "I'll help you cook dinner," Minor said as if that might be the only reason she was pissed. "We'll prepare it the night before so my mom won't be around to criticize. It'll be fine." It wouldn't be fine. Alyssa was sick of that woman destroying their lives. She didn't have one of her own, so she tried to live through her son. Alyssa grabbed her suitcase from the closet and threw it on the bed. Her throat ached from suppressing tears, but now she let them roll. "Come on, Lys." Minor place his hand on her shoulder, and she nudged it away. "It's Christmas. She'll be devastated. It's supposed to be about family." "Family? I haven't spent Christmas with my family in three years." She held up three fingers to make her point, and evaded his maneuver to get closer. She shoved him away and grabbed clothes from the closet

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with jerky movements. "And we're not the only children your mother has to annoy. We're just the only ones who haven't given her grandchildren yet. You'd think she'd want to go see them." "Maybe she's afraid we'll be lonely." "Ha," Alyssa spat. "If you'd told her we had other plans, she couldn't think that, now could she?" "I didn't want to hurt her. It's only for a few days." "She just wants to rub my failures in my face and ruin any plans we might have made." "Oh, come on, don't be ridiculous." Alyssa didn't know how she was being ridiculous. She lived thousands of miles away from her family and she only saw them once a year, in the summer. Heaven forbid if they should go see them for the holidays. We don't want to hurt poor Margie's sensitive feelings, but it was okay to hurt everyone else. It was okay to cancel the plans they'd made, the money they'd paid, but nobody can tell poor Margie no. Fuck that. Margie knew Alyssa couldn't cook a Christmas dinner. She'd never been taught, but Margie didn't want to teach. She just wanted to judge and humiliate her in front of others. She wanted to nag Alyssa about not giving her grandchildren. She wanted to tell Alyssa how Minor liked things, as if his own wife couldn't make him happy. And when the truth came out that Alyssa couldn't give Margie grandchildren because she couldn't have children, that created another reason for her mother-in-law to demean her. Alyssa stuffed her suitcase and marched to the bathroom to find toiletries. "What are you doing?" Minor asked. "I'm going to Colorado." "Don't do this." Minor's green eyes edged closer together, a sign he was getting agitated. She brushed off his warning. "Fuck you." Anger burned through her and she tried to keep her voice steady. It was no use, and she didn't give a damn anymore. "The cottage is already paid for, and I'm not going to cancel. I'll go by myself." "You won't go by yourself." Alyssa arched a brow at him. Of course he wouldn't think so. Didn't she always do what he wanted? Well, no more.

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"Yes, I will. If you don't have the balls to tell your mom we made other plans, I'll go by myself." * *** Minor notched his wiper blades on high and peered out the window. Shadows braced the horizon, keeping his view to a minimum. Clouds clung to the mountains, as if scared of falling off the treacherous peaks. Fear bolted his hands to the wheel, as if that would keep his car grounded. He didn't want to lose Alyssa. Dammit, why did she have to be uber-sensitive to everything that came out of his mother's mouth? And why did she get mad at him for it, like he had any control? It's not like he urged his mother on, or anything. Besides, Alyssa managed just fine on her own. She didn't need him to fight for her. Why did she feel like he should hurt her and his mom's feelings by taking sides? It wasn't any of the other family member's business, so he'd taken his complaints to his mother, away from their prying ears. Why embarrass his mom and his wife anymore than he had to? Mom wanted to make up for their catastrophic Thanksgiving by spending Christmas with them, but Alyssa didn't want anything to do with it. She didn't want anything to do with him. Pain felt like the heels of Alyssa's stilettos digging into his chest. He would admit their relationship hadn't been the best recently. They both worked, and Alyssa was devastated because she wasn't able to have kids. She thought it mattered to him. It didn't. She was the only thing that mattered. The fog became so thick Minor pulled over on the side of the road. He checked his phone. No signal. He peered out the window. The fog spread its fingers and opened a deluge of snow on the ground, swamping his car. Those stiletto heels felt like they burrowed deeper in his heart. Checking the map, it looked as though he was close to town but at this point he couldn't be sure. A flashlight rested in the console, but travel warnings went unheeded. He hadn't packed a blanket, battery charger or other cold weather necessities. Who knew he'd be traveling to Colorado, anyway? After making his plans, he rushed to get out and get on the road to spend Christmas morning with Alyssa in the cabin they'd originally reserved. Now he may miss seeing her.

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The pessimistic side of him was afraid he'd never see her again. * *** Alyssa shuffled through the snow, giggling. She was bundled in ear muffs, gloves, and a fuzzy coat she'd bought earlier this morning in a quaint shop in town. As a photographer, Alyssa appreciated the view surrounding her. She felt as if she gazed into a snow globe. Villages streamed with lights, angels hung on poles, and buildings sported arrays of décor. Cinnamon and pine infused the air. Alyssa could have sworn she smelled the snow, so potent were her senses. She opened her mouth and thrust out her tongue, catching flakes of snow. They melted as soon as they touched. She kneeled and scooped up a handful of the white stuff. She wasn't used to snow. Texas was rarely treated to a white Christmas. She took off her gloves and brushed the frosty silkiness through her fingers. Cold. Just like her bed would be tonight. God, she felt lonely. It was Christmas. What had she been thinking? She could have put up with Margie over the holidays, and she and Minor could have taken a vacation later. She snorted. Who am I kidding? Thanksgiving was a catastrophe, none of it Alyssa's fault, but Margie hadn't seen it that way. Minor just sat there and let his mother ream her out in front of family and friends. Christmas would have been miserable with Margie around and, despite how much she hurt right now, the holiday would be ruined. As if it wasn't now, but at least she would have spent the holiday with Minor. She stood, let the snow fall to the ground, and dusted her hands. She clutched her packages and walked back to the cabin. Shopping had been fun today. Surrounded by people doing their last minute preparations, she hadn't felt so lonely. Her cabin was nestled between the pine trees and surrounded by mounds of white. It seemed to sit atop a tripod as it bordered the ridge of a mountain. Lights twinkled on the trees outside but could barely be seen through the snow. The snow looked prettier, in her opinion. Romantic. Just like Christmas should be. Just like this Christmas wouldn't be. Alyssa unlocked the door and set her packages under the tree she'd decorated earlier with the ornaments she'd packed from home. She added more wood to the fireplace and turned on the stereo.

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She sang and swayed to The Little Drummer Boy as she adjusted ornaments. She smiled as a red ball seemed to wink at her. She'd make the best of this situation. Leaving her husband at Christmas? What was she thinking? There may be no going back now. Any hopes of fixing their marriage may be destroyed. That thought hurt, but she'd brought it on herself. * *** Snow fell like fairy dust on the ground, and Minor hoped it would create magic for him tonight. He shuffled it through his fingers and made a wish before throwing it to let the wind carry it away. Christmas music played from speakers lined on poles throughout the town. Minor found himself a coffee shop and strode in. Throngs of people stood in line, and he waited his turn. Numbness attached itself to his bones, using the cold as adhesive. He'd made it. It'd been treacherous at first, scary, but at least he hadn't been on a small steep road when he made his way into town, going about twenty miles an hour. The snow lightened its deluge but blanketed cars with white. Now he only needed to find the cabin. Thank God Alyssa left the address on the computer. Whether she'd done it on purpose, he couldn't guess. He only knew that he was glad she did. He shook his pants as he stepped into the door of a coffee shop. "Cappuccino, please," he said as he approached the counter and laid out bills for his drink. He turned to a woman behind him. "Do you happen to know this place?" He handed her a piece of paper with the address where Alyssa was staying. "Oh, sure. That's the Grogan's cabin they rent out. It's right outside of town. Just go north, take the second light, and it's about three miles. Turn right on Avenue Street. You won't miss it." "Thank you." He took his mug of cappuccino and smiled at the woman one last time before taking off. He walked through town. It was small, charming. A Salvation Army Santa walked through the streets waving and singing "Ho, ho, ho" as he beat his hands against a tambourine. Minor offered money to his jar. Children skipped behind Santa, covering their mouths with giggles. Off in the distance, people ice skated. Lights twinkled off the frost, creating an illusion of a town lined in gold.

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Every shop glittered with lights. He stopped at a grocery store and placed breakfast fixings and snacks in the grocery cart. Alyssa couldn't cook, so unless she planned on dining out everyday or eating cereal, they'd starve. Next, he went into a jewelry shop and hit a few others shops in town. By the time he was done, he smiled. Christmas cheer did that to a person. Now all he had to do was find his wife. * *** Alyssa unwrapped a gift for herself—a red negligee—and put it on, then sat by the tree with a glass of wine. It bit her throat with its sharpness, but the buzz brought her some contentment and acceptance that she couldn't do anything about her situation now. She tried to call Minor earlier today, to at least wish him a Merry Christmas. He hadn't answered his phone. The wood snapped. Flames danced and stroked her skin with warmth. She took her other present and held it in her hands before unwrapping it, savoring the packaging as if she didn't know what awaited her underneath. Originally, she bought the gift for Minor. They were supposed to be in this cabin together, to celebrate Christmas alone. She'd planned on all kinds of things, starting with the gifts. She tore into the package and took out the vibrator. She wiped it with a cleansing cloth and plugged it in. The hum was pleasant, and she held it in her hands a moment. She'd never done anything like this with Minor. Sex had been great when they met, and they didn't need any toys, at least in her opinion. But with marriage came predictability, and she'd wanted this Christmas to be extraordinary. She set the vibrator against her pussy, and desire immediately shot through her. Tears burned her throat, but she tightened her mouth, as if that would keep them from escaping. The intense pleasure felt like missiles bursting into her. Her head fell back against the chair. The sexy nightgown rode up her leg and she smoothed her free hand across her thigh. She imagined Minor's hands against her. She closed her eyes and saw his face. Dark hair, green eyes. He reached for her, and held her in his arms. Then he did wild, crazy things to her body.

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Alyssa cried out as an orgasm hit her, and tuned out everything but Minor, imagining him as he had been before they married. She couldn't tamp down on the tears that fell from her eyes and afterwards, she knotted herself in a bundle on the couch and wept. * *** Alyssa woke with a start. Something was wrong. She pushed herself up with her hands pressed into the bed, and glanced around. The curtains parted to reveal twinkling lights dusted with snow. The tree leaned up against the window. The wind must have blown and hit the tree. That's all it was. Nothing more. Alyssa sat back. The sun just began to yawn and stretch its rays over the land. Christmas music from the radio still purred in the distance. She hadn't turned it off last night when she came to bed. Bacon and coffee scents drifted towards her. Enticing. Must be wishful thinking. Or it could be the restaurant down the street. She wondered if they did take-out. Smoothing her hands down the silk of her negligee, she opened her legs and strummed the inside of her thigh. How to spend the day? First, by giving herself pleasure. She dreamed of Minor last night, of the Christmas they could have had together, if only he'd come with her. She was still wet from her dreams. A bang startled her and she jumped upright. Breakfast smells were getting closer now, and those noises sounded like they came from the kitchen. She grabbed her matching robe from the end of the bed and glanced around her. What to use as a weapon? Noticing a hairspray bottle and a hairdryer, she grabbed both and went to check it out. Minor worked in the kitchen cooking breakfast, his Christmas morning tradition. Relief spiraled through her, but she wouldn't allow him to see her joy. She was still angry at him. Her weapons clattered to the floor, the hairspray bottle rolling until it hit the baseboard. "Good morning." He smiled and handed her a cup of coffee, as if he knew she had been heading this way. She accepted, but fixed him with a glare. He wore his traditional Christmas clothing—jeans that were zipped but not buttoned, mussed hair, and dark stubble on his face. Damn, but he was sexy.

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"Were you doing your hair?" he asked with a gleam in his eyes. "I thought you were a burglar. What are you doing here?" "I'm here to steal your heart." "How did you get in here?" she asked. She'd locked the door, hadn't she? "I have my ways." "Oh really?" He dropped the spatula and stepped towards her. "I wanted to spend Christmas with you. I gave up my family." "I thought I was your family." "I gave up my mother's fantastic turkey." His eyes twinkled and his mouth lifted into a smile. "If you knew what I had to go through to get here. I almost got stuck in a blizzard." Grabbing her around the waist, he pushed against her until her ass ground into the kitchen table and they had nowhere else to go. He untied her robe and jerked it away, revealing her shoulders. He kissed her across her shoulders, to her neck, and lightly nipped her. He flicked the strap of her negligee from her skin. "Where'd you get this?" "My Christmas present." "From who?" His eyes narrowed, his face came closer to hers. "Me." She placed her hands against his chest—his very naked and very sexy chest—and pushed. He didn't budge. She pretended to be angry, playing hard to get. The tip of his cock wedged from the top of his jeans and she leveraged her ass against the table, using what little restraint she possessed to keep away from him. He took his mouth into hers as if he owned it. He tasted smooth, like coffee and sugar. His hands trailed up and down her thigh, but never touching her where she truly needed it. He pulled his mouth away from hers and looked at her. His hands touched up under her nightgown. The room spun and she felt as if her eyes lolled in the back of her head. She pressed her hips against him, needing to feel more of him, of the hard cock under his jeans, but he kept a tantalizing distance. He pinched her breasts under her negligee then moved his hands atop it. She opened her mouth and moved her lips, begging to be kissed. He still kept his distance. She moaned. He took the silk of her negligee in his hands and ripped it from her skin.

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She gasped. He grabbed her ass and set her on the table, spreading her legs out. Her body felt on fire. He hadn't been this way since, well, never, and she loved it. Forceful. Eager to have her, wanting her right now. "Kiss me," she begged. He didn't. He pushed her back on the table and spread her legs wider. His lips trailed down her leg and up the other. He stopped just short of the heat of her pussy, still not quenching it. She moved her hips higher. He lifted his head to avoid her thrust. The smell of burned bacon snapped her out of her sexual trance. "The food," she said. "What?" he asked gruffly before his mouth came down on her pussy. "Oh, God," she cried. He was finally doing exactly what she wanted, but she was afraid the damn cabin was going to burn down. "The food is burning." He took her hand and laid it on her wetness. "Play with yourself while I turn off the stove." She plunged her finger into herself as Minor tended to the stove. He turned back around and watched her. She used this time to tantalize him. Tease him as he'd done to her. Kneeling down, he and watched as she sunk her finger in and withdrew it over and over. Her muscles squeezed her finger as an orgasm built inside. He stopped her hand right when she was about to come. Pulling her upright, he kissed her on the mouth, making her head swim. She wasn't used to this, him like this. He was a different person. A person who thought he'd lost his lover? She rubbed her hands across his body while he tore off his jeans. She reached for his cock and his hand clasped her behind the head. "Suck my cock." Her passion centered at her wet heat. She couldn't resist his new demanding persona. She fell to her knees and trailed her lips beside his balls, never taking his hardness into her mouth. He pulled on her head and she, though powerless to resist him earlier, was going to give as good as she got. Tease, tantalize, taste. * ***

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"That was a fifty dollar nightgown," Alyssa said as they sat at the table they'd just fucked on. Now, they ate the breakfast he'd burned and drank coffee. "So, I'll buy you another one." Minor snuck in early this morning, hoping to hell no one would see him and call the cops, and hoping it was the right place. He'd wandered into the bedroom and saw her lying there. The nightgown she wore cupped her breasts into mounds of flesh. Her leg exposed in a sexy allure. He wanted to take her right there, but he didn't want to startle her. He hadn't been forceful with her, ever, and was afraid of his own lack of control. But she'd been a tiger, willing to please and more than able to give. Alyssa traced the stubble on his cheekbone and he moved his face so that her hand could cup it. "Don't ever leave like that again," he said. "And why not? I think we just had the best sex, ever." "There's more to come, baby." "I hope so." He laughed, and grabbed their breakfast dishes. "I saw the turkey in the fridge." "Yes. I'm making one today." "You sure you want to do that?" "Yes, I'm sure. Your mother isn't here to criticize me and it's something I want to try, on my own. If I ruin it, nobody will know but me. And now you." "Why don't you get started while I do the dishes? Then we'll go hiking in the snow for a while." * *** They found snowshoes in a closet and put them on. Hers were a little big, but she managed. They also pulled out a sled. They trampled through a forest of trees, slid down hills of snow, and trekked through mountainous terrain. Minor packed a picnic into the backpack he carried—a Thermos of soup and hot cocoa, sandwiches, and cookies. They found a frozen creek between trees and ate. "Where'd you get this?" Alyssa asked. "I stopped at the store." She moved in towards him and pecked his nose with her finger. "I'm glad you're here."

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"Me, too." His gaze slid into hers, and she rested her forehead on his. "I missed you." "I missed you, too." "Is your mother okay?" As much as she didn't get along with Margie, she hated for her to be hurt. Minor's eyes softened, like grass lined in dew. "She's fine. She went to my sister's and was glad to hear we were having some alone time." "She probably thinks we're working on her grandchildren," Alyssa said, keeping her forehead against his. "She knows you can't have children." "She's been told, but she still hopes." Minor traced his finger across her cheekbone. Alyssa touched behind his neck and breathed with him. Moments like this seemed rare between them. Life became so busy, even without kids, and it was hard to find time to take for themselves. They hadn't been on a vacation together in almost two years. When she said something to that effect, he said, "I plan to change that. From now on, we take time, just for ourselves. And we make our own traditions." Alyssa curved a ball of snow in her hand and pulled away from Minor. She jumped up, threw it into his chest, and took off running. She stumbled and sank, only to get back up and run. A missile of snow smacked her in the back. She reached down to get another ball and threw it past her shoulder, missing him by a mile. She shrieked as he came near. He pounced on her. She fell face first into the snow. She yelped. He turned her around, laughing, and fell beside her, using the soft snow as a bed. A cold bed, but hey, it was a fun bed. Alyssa brought out her hands to make an angel. Minor swiped the camera from Alyssa's pocket and took a picture. "Hey!" "Hay is for horses." Minor touched his nose to hers, and she shivered with delight. "I'm the photographer," she teased. His lips came down on hers, warming her, curling her toes. "Mmm," she murmured. "Let's say we take this stuff back up to the house and try our hand at ice skating."

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"Ice skating?" Alyssa asked. "I can't ice skate. I'll fall on my ass. It should be called ass skating." Minor laughed. "Come on, let's give it a try." "Only if you take me to bed first." * *** Minor stood in the doorway, watching Alyssa in her bath. Bubbles swathed her and candles glimmered across the water and onto her skin. Her hair fell down across her shoulders and into the water. Her nipples were firm and luscious. He wanted her again. He could never tire of his wife and he was thankful for the opportunity to tell her so. They'd ice skated today, Alyssa for the first time. She'd fallen a few times and probably felt it now, but he thought he'd never seen her laugh so hard, so much. This vacation was exactly what she needed, and he felt like a jerk for almost denying her. "How does it feel?" he asked as he approached her, leaving his hideout from the door. "Good," she murmured. Minor handed her a cup of steaming Hot Buttered Rum. She took it. "Thank you." Her eyes widened. She sat the cup down. "Oh, God." She stood up and stepped over the tub. "What?" "The turkey." "Relax," Minor said. "I'll take care of it." "No. This is my deal." Minor admired Alyssa's backside as she stepped out of the bathroom and walked through the bedroom into the kitchen. Water dripped, highlighting every curve of her body. His dick hardened. As soon as Alyssa saw the turkey, her back stiffened. He'd taken it out of the stove earlier, but it was too late. She picked it up, smelled it, and threw it on the counter. Minor knew how much cooking the turkey meant to her, and his heart broke. The skin was burned. He'd cut it open to see if it looked any better on the insides, but it didn't. If he could've gotten a cooked turkey without her knowing, he'd do it in a heartbeat and lead her to believe it was the one she had cooked. Minor placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed down her back to cup her ass. She sniffed.

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"It's okay. It's just a turkey." * *** Alyssa wrenched away from Minor and stepped closer to the fire. The heat of the fire sucked every droplet of water from her skin, intensifying her sensitivity. Tears burned her eyes. Yes, it was just a turkey. But it was Christmas, and she wanted to bake a turkey. She wanted to have a nice dinner. She wanted to prove her mother-in-law wrong. She wanted to give Minor something he would never forget. The turkey had been…unpalatable. Even the stuffing was burned. How could anyone burn turkey and dressing? She was beginning to think this was the best Christmas ever, creating a bond they desperately needed. She felt stress free for the first time in a long time. She thought they would settle down with their Christmas dinner, and take out her new sex toy. Now she was too disappointed to do anything but cry. At least they were still together for Christmas, she reminded herself. Next year she'd take cooking lessons. Alyssa glanced down. A plate of snacks sat on the fireplace's brick seat. Chocolate, graham crackers, marshmallows. Hangers for roasting. Hot dogs. She turned to Minor. Love shone in his eyes and for a moment, her breath caught in her throat. "Somehow I knew the turkey would burn." She glared at him, and hugged her arms around herself. "I'm sorry your Christmas was ruined," she shot out. Hurt, angry at herself. "Darling, this was the best Christmas ever. And personally, I don't like turkey all that much." He stepped towards her and grabbed her hands. He pulled her in to him and nuzzled her neck. The cold in her body began to warm. Disappointment began to dissipate. "You seem to like your mom's turkey." "Only for show. And I won't miss it that much." "That's not what you said earlier." He wrapped his hands around her ears and made him look at her. She felt his heart beat against her chest. "I can't cook. I can't give you children."

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"I don't really want kids. I want you all to myself. And you cook the basics just fine. We manage, and I didn't marry you for food." Was he telling her what she needed to hear, or was he being sincere? He looked sincere. His eyes darkened and didn't flinch away when hers remained fixed on his. "Why did you marry me?" she whispered. "For this," he said as he kissed her. A hungry, forceful kiss. He pulled away. "And because I love you very much." He had laid a blanket on the ground beside the fireplace. Her heart burst open at the knowledge he'd prepared this for her while she bathed. Lights glistened in the tree, candles danced on the table, and the firelight teased their skin. Minor arranged chocolate and graham crackers on a plate and unwired the metal hanger. He stuck a marshmallow on the end of the hanger and wedged it in the fire. Alyssa was entranced as he rotated the wire, the fire toasting the marshmallow a golden brown. She sat on the rug and sipped Minor's special Christmas treat, something he prepared and froze every year. Hot Buttered Rum. Spicy and strong yet sweet, just like him. "I'd rather eat S'mores over turkey any day," he said as he placed one on a plate and made another. This time, he stuck the marshmallow deep in the flames and let it catch fire. Alyssa arranged more chocolate and graham crackers while waiting for hers to cool. "So maybe you're mother isn't so bad," Alyssa said as Minor completed the sandwich. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. She made you, didn't she?" She took a piece of S'mores in her mouth and chewed. "Oh, this is good." "Wanna roast a wiener?" Minor asked as he handed Alyssa a wire hanger. "Yes," she said, grabbing his balls. "Yours." Minor laughed, and lodged a wiener into the fire. "Ooh." His mouth came out into an "O" shape, his eyes gleaming as bright as the fire. Alyssa pecked his lips with hers. "Ow, hot," he said as he pulled his arms out of the reach of the fire and grabbed a plate. Alyssa left the hot dog on the plate. She was too entranced with watching the firelight flick across her husband's skin.

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Water boiled on an earth stove in the fireplace. She took the pitcher of the rum drink and poured some into a cup before reaching for the boiling water. "Hey," Minor said as he took her hand away from the fire. "No more, for now. I don't want you too drunk. We got other things to do." "Oh?" Alyssa arched her brows. "Like what?" "Like this." Minor took her cup and poured it over her skin. She screeched and fell to the floor. "That's cold." His mouth came down on one breast, his hand on the other. The fire cackled. Alyssa arched her head back and glanced behind her. Ribbons of glitter looped through the Christmas tree. An emerald green present, a sack and another gift lay under what once was a bare tree. "What's that?" she asked, and was just about to get up to grab the package when Minor plunged his finger inside her. Whatever it was, it could wait. His hands felt too good for her to do anything right now. He moved his finger inside her in a come-hither motion, striking her at the place that made her insane with need. She rubbed her hand against her pelvis as he fucked her with his finger. As the waves rode higher, she sank into bliss. * *** Minor looked like a Christmas present as he sat under the tree. Alyssa took his picture from the waist up just as he brought his mug to his mouth. He was naked, and the ripples of muscle seemed more prominent by the illumination fingering his skin. "Hey," he said. "Is for horses," she repeated his words of earlier as she moved in closer and kissed him. "Mmm," he said. "Can I open my present now?" Alyssa rubbed her hands down his body and cupped his balls in her hand. "Open this one." Minor handed her a sack bursting with tissue. She took it and sniffed. "Smells good." She pulled out five different edible massage oils. Strawberry, coconut, cherry, cinnamon and citrus. "Yum." She opened a bottle of the cinnamon and poured some on her hands. She rubbed it across his chest and tasted. "Yum," she repeated. "I wanna try some," he said.

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She brought her finger to his lips and he sucked off every morsel. Even after their earlier lovemaking, her pussy burned. He poured some on her breast and sucked every drop from both nipples. "Yum," he said, mocking her earlier exchange. "It'll go good with what I bought myself," she said. "Oh? And what's that?" She grabbed the box that sat on the side of the chair she'd been on last night. Minor laughed when he saw the vibrator. He took it from her and opened it. "Why don't you try that out on yourself?" "I already have." "Really?" He arched his brows. "When?" "Last night." He groaned. "And I missed it?" She turned the vibrator on and set it against her pussy. Closing her eyes, she lowered her back to the floor. He watched intently as she spread her legs and performed for him. He stroked her leg as the vibrator shot powerful contractions inside her. His cock hardened for her as she thrashed around. She turned, shooting her ass in the air. He entered her pussy from behind, grabbed her breasts with his hands, and they came together. "We should just stay here," Minor said when it was all over and they sipped on more of the rum drink. "I'm good with that. As long as you promise me sex like that every night." "And all day." Alyssa laughed, and lightly touched his throat, bringing him in closer for a kiss. "I have another present for you," Minor said as he handed her a package. "I didn't expect you to be here. I don't have anything for you." "Darling, you're the only gift I need."

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About the Author Much like a secret agent, Jalena Burke leads a double life. One as a romance writer, the other as a legal assistant. Though she works full time to pay her bills, writing has always been her passion. She shares her other passions with her husband of 12 years. They include kayaking, travel, outdoor adventures, crafting, reading, movies, her family, and Riley, their cat. She was born and raised in Texas, and Texas is where she'll stay, as long as she can write.

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