“So many changes, in such a short time,” Randall said. “My head’s spinning.”
“So’s mine.” Ren chuckled, smiling at his wife. “But not from the changes.”
Merrie pressed close to him. “It really is going to be the best Christmas ever,” she said softly. She sighed. “What a nice, big, sturdy present I got, early,” she added. She looked up at Ren with sparkling eyes.
Ren chuckled. While Randall went to help their mother out to the car, Ren turned to his wife. “You can unwrap him whenever you like, too,” he whispered outrageously.
“Oooooh,” she murmured. “I like unwrapping him!”
“He likes it, too,” he whispered. “He also bought you an early present.”
“He did? What is it?”
“A radio. A loud radio.”
She frowned. “What?”
He gave her a sardonic look. “Delsey happened to mention that we need to speak to Willis about his wolf making those loud moaning sounds.”
She flushed red.
“Your husband enjoys that moaning very much,” he teased. “So he bought you a loud radio to drown them out. From everybody except me,” he whispered huskily. “So tonight, we’ll unwrap each other and see how hot things can get.”
“Burning hot,” she teased.
“Blazing hot,” he agreed with a grin.
*
HOURS LATER, REN’S MOTHER settled in her room, Delsey looking after her, and Randall out with the livestock. Ren pulled Merrie into his room and locked the door behind him.
“Santa won’t mind if we unwrap our presents early, will he?” she gasped as Ren tossed her onto the bed and kissed her between the removal of outer layers of clothing.
“He won’t mind at all. Trust me. We’re friends. I asked him already. Do you like that?”
She arched up, gasping. “Better turn that radio on,” she said.
He turned it to a country station and raised the volume. “High enough?” he mused as he found bare flesh and invaded it with his warm mouth.
“Maybe. Do that again.”
“This?”
“Definitely...this!”
He rolled onto her when their clothes were tossed haphazardly all over the floor, his body as hungry for her as it had been the first time, in Morocco. He aroused her quickly, urgently, and went into her so hard that she cried out with sweet anguish as the pleasure bit into her.
“It just gets...better,” he ground out, driving into her hungrily.
“And...better,” she managed.
He carried her up to heights they’d never achieved, sweating and gasping as she responded wildly to his passion. When the culmination came, she almost blacked out, it was so profound. He arched down into her hard, with a furious rhythm. She met it with equal desperation, drowning in the fever they kindled, anguished pleasure arching her in a posture so strained that she thought she might break into a thousand pieces. And past that was a new and higher satisfaction that they’d never achieved before. She sobbed all the way through it, pleading with him not to stop, as she climaxed over and over and over again.
Finally, the tension snapped, and they lay together, kissing softly, caressing each other, in an aftermath that vibrated with exhausted delight.
“Never like that,” he whispered unsteadily. “Never in my whole life.”
“Definitely never in mine,” she whispered back.
He drew in a steadying breath and rolled over onto his side, taking her with him. The music, forgotten, droned on. He reached up and turned the volume down.
“I like the radio,” she remarked. “We should listen to it more often.”
He chuckled. “Yes, we should.”
She smoothed her fingers over his hard mouth. “I love you.”
“I love you back.”
She drew in a long, satisfied breath. After a short silence, she said, “I love having your mother here.”
“So do I. We’re putting up the tree tomorrow.”
“Do you have decorations?”
“Sure. A lariat here, a spur or two there, some bridles and bits...”
She hit him. “We have to have decorations.”
“I’ll sacrifice Willis. He can go and buy you some pretty things to put on it. And a tree, while he’s about it.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Picking the tree is the most fun of all. You and I have to do that.”
“We do?” He smiled against her mouth. “Okay. But you’ll owe me.”
“Mmm.” She sighed. “What will I owe you?”
“At least one very loud radio song.”
She burst out laughing. “You can have two.”
He pulled her close and turned out the light. She was still smiling, there in the darkness, close to the tall gentleman she loved.
*
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