All I Want for Christmas: A Kinnison Legacy Holiday novella Read Free Page A

crawled over the bed, and she accepted him with a kiss unlike any they’d ever shared. He was about to take things to the next level when Liberty’s hand came between their lips.
    “Sssh, did you hear something?” Her eyes searched the ceiling as she lay beneath him.
    “Probably the wind,” he spoke through her lovely fingers. His mouth barred from her face, he chose to focus on another set of his wife’s best features. He felt her body relax, succumbing to his touch, pressing her hips to his. He revisited her mouth, never tiring of the sounds she made in her throat when he gave her pleasure.
    “Baby,” she whispered in his ear.
    He braced on his elbows. “I didn’t hear anything.”
    Liberty chuckled as she drew back the covers. “That was meant for you,” she purred, trailing her finger down his chest.
    Wasting no time, he found his way under the covers. The freedom of not having to concern themselves with protection was some of the best sex he’d had with Liberty—and after their whirlwind, erotically-charged summer affair, that said a lot.
    He lifted her hips to meet him, her sighs tripping his heart as he entered slowly, pausing to relish the sheer connection they shared.
    “Do you think we should shut off the light? Just in case?” she whispered, her hips already moving in languid rhythm to his.
    Rein had already begun the descent into sexual bliss. “No time,” he said, groaning softly as he plunged deep, and began the syncopated dance as old as time. “You feel amazing, sweetheart.” Rein’s body was tight with need. Part of him delighted in his fantasy of seeing her belly swollen with his child. The idea made him horny as hell and that fever produced an adrenaline-driven passion that nearly consumed him at times.
    Her fingers clawed the flesh of his ass. Her face upturned, holding his gaze, as though willing conception to happen. Daring the universe not to ignore this pure love between them.
    Her mouth dropped open with what was usually followed by a loud and seductive mention of his name as she reached her climax. He pressed a finger to her lips and smiled, replacing it with a fierce kiss that toppled both of them over the edge in a duet of soft groans and muted sighs.
    “I’m thirsty.”
    Rein rolled to his side, making certain they were covered. “Uh, okay, buddy. We’ll get you some water. How will that be?”
    The small boy stood in the open doorway, his tiny fist rubbing at his eyes. Rein realized his boxer briefs lay on the floor where he’d shimmied out of them. He shot a look at Liberty for assistance.
    “Just a sec, I’ll help you,” Liberty said.
    She tugged her gown around her hips and he realized how intense their lovemaking had been. She reached for her robe draped at the end of the bed.
    Rein made a mental note to stick a pair of fresh skivvies under the mattress for just such emergencies.
    Crisis averted. The young child didn’t seem to be shocked or traumatized.
    Unlike Rein.
    He released a sigh, checked the door to make sure the two had gone before scrambling out of bed and wiggling back into his underwear. He dove under the covers just as the pair returned. Liberty carried a small glass of water and a book.
    “Okay, get up in there.” She put the glass on the nightstand.
    Rein watched, unsure how he felt about this. After all, this wasn’t his kid. Cody giggled as the mattress bounced and he crawled to Liberty’s pillow and lay down.
    “Uh…” he managed to get out before the little boy turned to him with a wide grin.
    “Wrestling is fun. I’ve seen it on T.V.,” Cody said.
    Rein caught Liberty’s smile.
    “Just one story,” she remarked. “Then it’s back to bed.”
    “Can we wrestle?”
    “No,” he and Liberty replied in unison.
    “What we mean is, you are too young—” She looked to him for support.
    “And we have a very busy day tomorrow. You’ll need your sleep if you want to see the horses.”
    Liberty puffed up her pillows and sat on the