Damaged and the Knight (Damaged #2)

“Hell,” he said, truly unable to form other words.

My laughter died as he stripped down and began to explore. The thin matching panties were soon slid over, so his tongue could get a taste. Gasping, I spread my legs wider and we sighed in unison once he filled me completely.

“Best Christmas ever,” I moaned as he started thrusting.

Judd groaned. “What you said.”

Later, we cuddled under a blanket on the couch and watched the tree. With a little smile on his face, Judd glanced at Pearl who was fascinated by the flashing lights.

“This is nice,” he finally said. “Not smothering, but comfortable and relaxed.”

“Tomorrow, we’ll go to Farah’s and do the family thing. Are you ready for that?”

“As long as I don’t have to sing or do a lot of smiling, it’ll be fine.”

“Your mom is coming for Christmas dinner. Will you sing then?”

“Only if she gives me her disappointed mom look.”

“Vaughn is coming too. I hope that’s okay.”

Judd exhaled hard. “Maybe you ought to have asked me that before you invited him?”

“But you might have said no and I wasn’t looking for a disagreement. He has no one to spend Christmas with.”

“I know he gets lonely during the holidays, but he’s always weird around you. If that happens on Christmas, I’m beating his head in with a pipe.”

“Where will you get the pipe?” I asked, licking his shoulder.

Judd grinned. “Let’s keep the sexy Christmas presents stuff to ourselves, okay?”

“What if your mom asks what we got each other?”

“We lie.”

“Yeah, honesty is for suckers.”

Judd cupped my face in his strong hand. “Are you happy, angel?”

“I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my whole life.”

Judd pulled me closer. “Just remember that when I act like an asshole and you want out.”

“Roger that, stud,” I said, kissing his jaw. “You could also not act like an asshole. It might save us some time.”

“You’d think, but nope.”

Laughing, I relaxed against him and soaked in this new life we were building. Here in our home with our girly tree and fascinated cat, we prepared to share our first Christmas together.





Chapter Twenty Nine


Arriving at the house for Christmas Eve dinner, I was surprised when Farah opened the door and lunged into my arms. I held her against me as she nearly smothered me with affection. Even without saying a word, I knew she felt overwhelmed by her first great Christmas. Finally achieving a life like Mrs. Prescott’s, Farah worried she’d ruin her good fortune.

“We got a tree,” I told Farah as she finally eased out of my arms. “A little one, but it’s pretty. Girly too. More proof that I own Judd’s hot ass.”

“Fuck yeah, you do,” he said, giving a sly grin.

“Don’t cuss in front of baby Jesus,” I warned, gesturing towards the lawn ornaments.

Sighing, Judd shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. “This is going to be a long night.”

Ignoring him, I held Farah’s hand and entered a house smelling of cookies. As Christmas music played quietly overhead, Cooper leaned against the fireplace mantle while talking to Aaron. In the kitchen, Bailey waved me over to where she and Sawyer baked cookies.

“Look, I’m domesticated,” Bailey announced, handing Sawyer a cookie to add to the sheet.

Giving her a hug, I grabbed a warm cookie. “I’m helping Zaria make Christmas dinner. You and me are both Holly Homemaker now.”

Smiling, Bailey gave Judd a head nod. “We have to leave in an hour because Sawyer needs to get to bed early so Santa can come.”

The wild haired little girl grinned up at me. “I barely made the Nice List, but squeaked in at the last minute.”

Laughing, I fiddled with her ponytail and wondered about having a kid. When I glanced at Judd, he might have been thinking about the same thing because his expression was one of horror.

“Two or three years from now,” I said and his blue eyes lit up.

Kissing the top of my head, he grinned. “Look at my angel reading minds.”

“Ew,” Sawyer muttered, jumping off the stool and running to Cooper who scooped her up into his strong arms.

Farah appeared next to me and leaned against my shoulder. Her gaze on Cooper, she sighed. “He wants one soon. We’ll likely start trying after the wedding.”

Hugging her against me, I glanced at Judd who again looked like a cornered animal.

“We’ll babysit the kid sometimes when it’s not teething or gassy or stuff.”

Laughing, Farah hugged me tighter then whispered, “What if I’m a bad mom?”

“Why would you be?”