Adam (19 page)

Adam twisted and held her in his arms and kissed her again. The love he felt for this woman, right now, scared him more than his machismo was willing to admit. She meant everything to him. He lowered to her soft, willing lips again. The night had been filled with tender kisses snuck between well-meaning family members’ congratulations and the excitement of Christmas Eve. It turned out Frank Marshall was one fantastic Santa. He’d managed to give everyone a well-thought-out and gracious gift.

Frank grabbed an envelope from the branches of the Christmas tree and cleared his voice. “I have two more things to do tonight. The first is for Adam and Keelee. They already got their Christmas gift. Hope neither of you get seasick.” Laughter erupted from the people lounging casually around the massive family room.

“Guess this would be the engagement gift. This here is the deed to the forty-acre plot of land on the other side of the training compound. It also contains a contract with Simpson Architectural for the design and construction of a new home.” He gave a pointed stare at his daughter when he handed her the envelope. “Now, I ain’t running you out of the main house just yet, but when I make the next announcement the reason for your wanting your own home will be apparent. I hope.”

Adam glanced down at Keelee, who appeared just as confused as he was. The land, the house, and the cruise were too much. Neither had expected anything of this magnitude.

Frank cleared his throat again and put both hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth from heel to toe a couple of times. “I got to admit I was slightly hesitant about the crew Tori brought home. But they won me over.” Frank motioned towards the Wonder Twins, who had Christian trapped between them. “Those two have been the boys I never had.” He nodded towards Chief and grinned. “You, my friend, are a rock, the calm in any storm. I’m proud to call you a close friend, and I love you like a son. Not many have that honor.

“Jacob and Adam, thank you for loving my daughters enough to take them off my hands.” The riotous laughter relaxed the emotionally charged speech.

“My life is good, but there is a part of me that has been missing for years.” He locked eyes with Amanda, seated between Jasmine and Jewel. “Amanda, I know what we had planned and we weren’t going to say anything for a while, but in front of God and creation, our ten children, one grandchild and adopted families and friends, I think we should make the announcement.”

Adam pulled Keelee closer. The old man had done it. He had already asked Amanda to marry him. He watched as the woman he counted as a mother walked to Frank.

Frank slid his arm around Amanda’s slim waist. The woman was blushing and it was damn near adorable. “After all of you took off from Aruba…” He glanced at Adam and growled, “…and didn’t have the sense to call me to tell me what the hell was going on up here…”

Adam ducked his head and smiled. “It’ll never happen again.”

Frank nodded. “Damn straight it won’t. Anyway, three weeks, two days ago, Amanda and I got married.”

Stunned silence. Adam could have heard a pin drop and then all hell busted loose. A whoop of excitement came from the twins. All the women squealed at once as if set off by a timer. Talon woke with a resounding cry, and everyone swarmed the couple in front of the tree. Mayhem was too tame to describe the scene that played out.

Adam lingered at the bottom of the stairs holding Keelee. “Come back to the clinic with me, baby.”

Keelee laughed and shook her head. “No, come stay with me. My bed is more comfortable.” Her eyes sparkled with happiness.

Adam groaned and pulled her closer, finding a warm, soft spot at the base of her neck with his lips. He murmured, “Baby, your old man would kill me if he found me in that room again.”

Keelee ran her hands up his arms and pulled her fingers through his hair at his neck before she whispered in his ear, “He was the one to suggest it. Now, do I have…”

Adam moved. He launched Keelee over his shoulder and took the stairs two at a time. Her hands grabbed his belt and her laughter peeled through the house. Joseph and Ember had obviously
not
finished their honeymoon and the man had Ember pushed up against the hall wall in a sexually suggestive position when Adam turned the corner. Joseph took one glance in Adam’s direction and smiled wickedly. “Damn good idea, brother.”

Adam winked but didn’t slow down as he said, “Thank you, seems great minds think alike.” He heard Ember and Keelee exchange a few words, but he’d be damned if he cared what they said. The only thing on his mind was getting his woman alone. Like now.

He opened her bedroom door, stepped in and kicked the door shut. Adam dropped Keelee to her feet. Within seconds, he’d pulled her tucked shirt up from her jeans.

Her laughter against his mouth and her hands gripping his stopped his focused assault on her clothing but barely broke through his mounting desire.

“Adam, wait.” She pushed away from him and held up a hand, quickly stepping back. Adam stalked her like a panther.

“No, no more waiting, Keelee.” He lunged after her, grabbing her shirt as she twirled and avoided him. She shrugged out of the shirt and ran to the bathroom door.

“No!” She turned around and braced against the door jam. “I have a Christmas present for you. Get in bed and I’ll bring it out to you.”

She shut the bathroom door as he lunged forward. He heard the lock engage. His head fell against the heavy wooden door. Repeatedly. The minor pain the motion caused didn’t faze his urgent need. “You’re killing me here, babe.”

He grabbed the iron bar that was once his cock and groaned at the pressure. If he wasn’t careful the damn thing would break off in his hand—he was that hard.

“Take your clothes off and get in bed, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Adam rolled so his back was to the door. “I can’t wait a minute. Open the door, woman!”

“I will but you have to be in bed. I want to make an entrance.”

Adam gave the door a double-take and lurched off the wood panel, stripping his shirt as he launched toward the bed. His boots, socks, and jeans flew in whatever direction the force of his movements propelled them. In his single intelligent act, he dug the condoms out of his jeans and slapped them on the bedside table. He whipped the down-filled comforter to the foot of the bed and flopped onto the mattress lying on his side facing the bathroom.

“I’m in bed, naked and just for your information… I’m still dying out here, babe. You’re not very nice to your fiancé. Just saying.” His proclamation was met with silence. So not what he thought he’d be doing right now. Lying alone in bed. His cock throbbed. He cupped the shaft and slowly pulled along the sensitive skin and twisted his hand at the head. He groaned at the intense sensation.
This is torture. Ask a woman to marry you and then die of blue balls. Ho, Ho, Ho.
Merry Christmas.

The sound of the lock releasing drew his attention back to the door. His hand stilled on his weeping prick as the bathroom door opened slowly. Adam swallowed hard and his cock jumped, nearly exploding from the sight before him.
Holy Fuck! Oh hell yes, Merry Christmas to me!

Keelee stood illuminated by the soft bathroom lights. She wore a red lace teddy trimmed in white fur that barely contained her smoking hot body. A white fur collar circled her throat. She shifted her stance, drawing his attention to the four-inch red stilettos that showcased her long, lean legs. Her hand lifted and fondled the white bow at her waist.

“Merry Christmas, Adam. I hope you like your gift.” Her velvet-soft words somehow made it through the pulse-pounding caveman fantasies that churned in his sex-addled mind.

He wasn’t sure how his body moved as fast as it did, but Adam was next to her in a second. A light, spicy perfume hit his senses, and he noticed a small amount of make-up on her eyes and cheeks. The heels lifted her so they were almost equal in height. He carefully cupped her face. A vivid blush rushed from her neck to her cheeks.

“You are so extraordinarily beautiful, Keelee. I’m so blessed to have found you. Twice.”

A tear threatened to push past her eyelashes. He smiled and stepped away, lifting her hand up above her head. He spun her around slowly. The heels made that fantastic ass even better. He’d have called anyone a liar if they’d told him it was possible.

“Beautiful. But I think it’s time to unwrap my gift.” Adam stood behind her and pulled her back into his chest. His cock nested against her tight backside. He couldn’t help the slight thrust of his hips into her.

Carefully, he slipped one shoulder strap off and methodically kissed and licked from the edge of her shoulder to the lobe of her ear. His hand came off her waist and cupped her breast, slowly circling the nipple. Her hushed gasp when he flicked the hardening bud through the lace added kerosene to his already burning need. Adam pushed the other strap off and gave the same attention to her other breast. Now cupping both small, perfectly formed breasts, he worried her tightening nipples with his fingertips until her body rocked back against his.

Adam slid one arm across her to belt her body against his chest and lowered his hand down to her sex. He nipped at her shoulder, moving towards the soft skin at the base of her neck. The need to mark her overcame his desire to be gentle. He molded his lips to her skin and pulled deeply, bringing up a bruise. He
wanted
to mark her. Let the world see she was his woman. When the copper taste of her blood hit his tongue, he released her skin. The dark red imprint marking her broke his resolve to savor the wrapping of his Christmas present.

His fingertips found the snaps of the teddy at her sex and pulled, wrenching the lace apart. The small scrap of lace and fur ended up bunched around her waist. His fingers wet with her juices, Adam spread her sex open with one hand and stroked a firm, assured caress against the outside of her labia. His mouth descended again on that tender red mark at the junction of her neck and shoulder. He bit, licked and sucked the bruise until she cried out. Whether it was the pain of the mark or the quickening strokes of his fingers that caused the noise, he didn’t know. And he didn’t care.

He pushed her forward toward the bed, walking with her, not allowing his body to separate from hers. He held her waist and pushed her shoulders down towards the bed. He nudged her legs apart and leaned over her.

“Don’t move. I’m going to sample my present to see if it tastes as delicious as it looks.”

Slowly, he backed away and grabbed his cock, squeezing it tight at the base, trying to remember everything he’d ever heard of to stave off the orgasm that thrummed deep in his balls. The sight of her spread open for him was beyond erotic. Adam dropped to his knees and pulled his eye patch off, flinging it across the room. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs. Her flesh shivered at his touch.

“Adam, please.” Her soft plea reached him. He leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh and trailed soft kisses and licks up to her core. When he finally reached her center, he teased the blood-engorged nub with his tongue. He listened to his fiancée’s needy sounds. Adam lifted and centered on her. He ran the tip of his cock through her juices and teased himself with the heat of her body. Just before he entered her, he pulled back and cased himself with a condom.

Her tight body gloved his cock in searing heat. Adam hilted inside Keelee and literally panted in an effort to combat the pending orgasmic blastoff he knew was inevitable. Keelee’s body writhed under him as she fought for the friction she needed—the same friction he denied himself.

Adam pulled her up and held her slender neck in one hand and held her body to him with his other.

“You are so beautiful, Keelee. I’m going to make you come and when you do, I want to hear you say my name.” His hand around her waist lowered to her clitoris and he trapped the bud between two fingers. His hips retracted and then drove into her in deep, long, forceful strokes. It wasn’t going to take him long. He needed her to climax first. He had to feel her body explode.

He pinched his fingers together and then stroked her in time with his now rapid and desperate thrusts. Her body clenched, her muscles tightened deliciously before he felt her reach her climax.

“Adam!” Her sobbed cry released his own orgasm and he slammed deep into her heat.

“You’re mine. Mine!”

“Yes. Yours.”

The release consumed him and obliterated any semblance of control. Adam struggled to stay standing. Her body had gone boneless and he held her, his arms wrapped around her. He pulled her into him.
Breathe. Just focus on breathing.
Once he got the air going in and out, he struggled to find a coherent thought other than ‘so fucking good’.

Adam felt her shiver and forced himself to move. He picked her up and carried her the short distance up the bed. Her hair fell in a cascade of blonde around the pillow when he laid her down. The red lace teddy took a moment’s work to remove. The quick release of a snap that held the little fur collar on her neck left her perfectly naked, except for his love bite that marked the base of her neck. Her beautiful blue eyes opened and the love he saw stalled his breathing.

Slowly he lowered for a kiss. He put every ounce of emotion he had into it. She was the most amazing woman he’d ever met. He was blessed and he would never take her for granted. “I love you.”

*

Keelee watched him walk into the bathroom. Her fiancé had the body of a god. She shook her head slowly on the pillow. He did things to her that couldn’t be defined. When he delved into her soul and his eye went dark, her insides melted and pooled low and deep within her. The bathroom light clicked off. She heard his soft footfalls and found him in the darkness as he walked across the moonlit room. The bed dipped when he slipped under the down-filled comforter and pulled her into his arms.

“Did you like your present?” Keelee laughed when he pulled her on top of him and grabbed her ass with gusto.

“Mmmm… do you want to know what the best part of my present is?” Adam skimmed one hand from her butt up her back and cupped her neck. She shivered under the caress of his thumb against the mark he’d put on her. His possessiveness did something carnal and base to her. She loved it and would gladly surrender everything she was to him.

“No. What is the best part of your present?” Keelee lowered and kissed him on the tip of his nose.

“It has the potential to be opened every day for the rest of my life.” He smiled and those fantastic dimples appeared. Keelee lifted up and straddled his muscled stomach. Her hands planted on his chest and her fingers furrowed through the springy blond hair she loved to touch. Even in the moonlit darkness of the room, her eyes locked and held with the man who had asked her to marry him. Their destinies astounded her. He’d done more in a year of his life than she had the courage to do in all of hers. How he’d picked her to fall in love with was beyond her comprehension. She shivered from the emotion running through her.

“You sure you won’t get tired of the same old gift, day after day? I hear this model isn’t very exciting and not as intelligent as the rest of the versions out there in gift-land.”

Adam grabbed the comforter and pulled it up to her shoulders, mistaking the reason for her shiver. He stared at the ceiling appearing to contemplate her question.

Finally, he shrugged. “You know I’ve checked out the other versions. They are flashy and can catch your eye, but none of them are as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside. My present is unique, lovely and so damn sexy I want to spend my life inside her. Also, those other types don’t include the special feature that I got.”

Keelee batted her eyes and cocked her head waiting for him to speak. When he didn’t, she pushed him with her hands. “Well? Are you going to keep me in suspense? What feature did you get?”

In the blink of an eye, Adam had her down on the pillow, facing him. His strength and speed always surprised her. He pushed her hair out of her face. The gravity and solemnness etched in the lines of his face hypnotized her until he was all she saw.

“I got the version that loves me unconditionally. She loved me even though I screwed up and hurt her. She loved me when I was injured and didn’t know how much I missed and needed her. And then she found it in that miraculous heart of hers to love me enough to forgive me. She’s given me a chance to shower her with the same unconditional love. Keelee, I don’t need exciting. I don’t want a Nobel laureate. I want the woman of my dreams. I want the woman who sets my blood to boil with a smile or a laugh. I want a loving mother for my children, a companion to listen to me when I need to vent. I want someone who has no problem telling me if I’m screwing up and I want someone to hold my hand as we grow old together. I’ve traveled the world. I’ve seen horrible things… wonderful things. But in all the world there is only one person I’ve given my heart to, and that’s you.”