A Very Badd Christmas (The Badd Brothers #19)

14. Hayden

CHAPTER 14

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M om made it to the scene where John is talking to Hans on the rooftop, not realizing at first who he's talking to. Dru zonked out not long after that, and Delia and Em made it almost to the end.

Bast wished us all a merry Christmas before carrying Dru to bed. Duncan woke Delia with a tenderness that honestly surprised me—the boys were jokesters and pranksters who didn't seem to have a serious bone in their bodies, but it was obvious from the way Duncan shook Delia awake and the way Dane half-carried her to her room that they felt a great deal of affection for their sister. They both vanished into the basement, leaving me alone with a sleeping Emerson.

I scooped her up and carried her to her room, set her in bed, and climbed in beside her.

She stirred, peering at me blearily. "Hayden?"

I curled an arm beneath her, and she settled onto my chest, messy bun tickling my cheek, hand on my stomach. "I'm here. Sleep, honey."

She hummed sleepily, sighed deeply, and then sank against me. Her leg twitched against mine. She snorted softly.

A deep sense of contentment settled inside me, an all-pervading happiness. I didn't care that she'd fallen asleep when I'd been anticipating finally getting to have sex with her—that barely even registered, and I sure as hell wasn't disappointed. I had her in my arms. She felt safe enough to sleep on my chest. What else could I ask for?

It didn't take long for me to start fading, and then sleep pulled me under.

I woke to the dim gray light of pre-dawn, my internal alarm clock waking me at five despite having not gone to bed until after midnight. Emerson was on her side facing me, one thigh thrown over mine, one hand low on my belly, and the other curled under her chin.

God, she was beautiful.

I stared at her, drinking in her features, the angles and curves of her chin and cheeks, the plump, kissable bow of her lips, the thick black eyelashes brushing her cheeks. Her delicate chin, small ears. Her graceful neck, elegant throat. Her kinky, curly, bright red ringlets in a bursting halo on the pillow.

As I stared at her, her eyelids fluttered and her green eyes, a few shades lighter than my own, met mine. "Hi there, gorgeous. It's early."

She smiled, a sleepy, happy curve of her lips. "Hi there, hotshot. Sleep well?"

I nodded and scooped her closer, back onto my chest. "Best I've slept in a long time."

She snuggled closer, breasts pressing against my chest, chin on my chest, eyes on me. "I'm sorry I fell asleep."

"I'm not. Falling asleep holding you? What else could I possibly want out of life?" I tucked a ringlet behind her ear.

"Oh, I don't know…sex?"

I shook my head. "That'll happen. I'm not worried about it. The only thing I felt last night as I fell asleep with you right here like this was happy and grateful."

"I really have to pee," she whispered, eyes wide and adorable.

I laughed. “Well then go, ya goofball.”

She slid out of bed and scurried into the bathroom; she didn't close the door all the way and I heard the sound of her peeing. It felt intimate in a way that I liked. Weird, maybe, but true.

It also touched off my bladder, and I went next. When I was done, I washed my hands, dried them, and went back into the bedroom.

Emerson had the covers pulled up to her chin. Her eyes were hot and excited, sparking with green fire. "Hi."

I stood beside the bed, stomach doing flips. "Hi."

"A recent survey of everyone in the room has shown that you, Hayden Reginald McCaffrey, are wearing entirely too many clothes." She covered her mouth and nose with the blanket after saying this, her eyes betraying her bright, eager smile.

"Everyone in the room, huh?"

"Yup. Me, myself, and I."

I grabbed the hem of my shirt. "Well, you can add my vote to the poll because I happen to agree.”

"Will you heed the will of the people?"

I peeled out of my shirt and tossed it aside. "That answer your question?"

The blanket lifted as she shrugged. "A little. The people demand further action."

I stepped out of my fleece pajama pants, standing in just my black boxer briefs. "Are the people satisfied now?"

"Not quite. We demand total transparency from our chosen candidate."

"Candidate?"

"Just go with it," she stage-whispered. "I don't know shit about politics, but this is fun."

I kept my eyes on hers as I pulled the elastic waistband away from my belly and my burgeoning erection, and then slid the underwear down. The naked hunger in her eyes set my cock to throbbing.

Nude for her now, I remained standing beside the bed. "Acceptable?"

"Almost."

I frowned, laughing. “Now what? I can't get any more naked."

"Now you're too far away."

"Oh. Well then, allow me to rectify that." I pulled away the corner of the blanket on my side of the bed. "But now the people feel you , Emerson I-don’t-know-your-middle-name Day, are wearing too many clothes."

“My middle name is Grace.” Her eyes twinkled, glittered. "And… am I, though?"

I slid close to her, reaching for her. My hand met bare skin. I slid the blanket away, slowly baring her throat, and then her chest, and then her breasts, and then her stomach, and then her sex with its closely shorn red fuzz trimmed into a neat, narrow line.

"Oh." I sucked in a deep breath, held it as I drank in her lush, intoxicating curves. " Jesus , Emerson. You're so fucking perfect."

She exhaled softly through her nose, shaking her head. "No, you are."

I just laughed. "Can I kiss you, now, please?"

"You'd better, and you'd damn well better not stop this time."

I slid my hand over her belly, marveling at the softness of her skin. Angling closer so I was almost on top of her, I caressed her breast as I brought my mouth down to hers. She moaned as I gave her my tongue, and she took it eagerly, tangling hers against mine, mouth open to mine, our breaths mingling. I groaned as her soft hot mouth welcomed my tongue. Fucking hell, I could come just from the way she kissed me. My cock throbbed painfully, nudging against her thigh. I cupped one breast and then the other one, playing with her taut, hard, sensitive nipples until she whimpered against my teeth.

I trailed my fingertips down her body, tracing the delicate line of her seam. Dragged my finger up, and then down. Her thighs parted, and I delved my finger inside her pussy, groaning as heat and wetness coated my finger. She thrust against my hand as I smeared her essence against her clit, mouth open against mine as the kiss stuttered and failed, her moan huffing against my teeth.

"Oh god, Hayden. I love the way you touch me." She fisted a handful of hair, head tilting back and pressing into the pillow as her hips lifted.

"I love touching you." I dragged my lips down her chest and sucked her nipple into my mouth. "I love your skin. I love everything about your fucking incredible body.”

She shoved her hands into my hair, smoothing it back as I kissed her other breast, going back and forth from one to the other, kissing and licking and nibbling her delicious little nipples.

"Hayden, I want you. I need you." She gripped my hair and tugged so I had to look up at her. "Please."

I kissed between her breasts and then pulled against her hold to kiss her diaphragm. And then her belly, and then below her navel.

"Hayden, I don't need that," she protested.

“Maybe not, but I do," I said.

I settled between her thighs, draping their soft weight on my shoulders. Her fingers dimpled against my scalp, her eyes seeking mine, searching me.

I locked eyes with her, pressed my mouth to her pussy, tasting her essence. I ran my tongue up her lips, and then again, and then a third time, and then flitted my tongue-tip against her clit, causing her to jerk, gasping.

"Hayden!" She whispered, breathless, tangling her fingers in my hair again. "Oh, god ."

I took my time, working her slowly and unhurriedly to the cusp of climax with just my tongue, and then I slid a finger inside her and then a second. I brought her to the edge again, got her bucking and keening through gritted teeth…only to keep her from reaching climax.

She growled in frustration. "Hayden, fuck! Don't tease me, dammit!"

"But it's so much fun," I said, teasing her with little flicks of my tongue to her clit, making her twitch and whimper.

"I need to come, Hayden. Please."

I reached up and grasped her breast with one hand, plunging the fingers of the other into her sex. "Then come for me, Emerson. And don't hold back."

“I—I’m not!" she protested.

"You are."

“You scare me.” Her eyes, fraught with wild need, searched me. "You make me feel things so intense that it terrifies me." Cheeks flaming as red as her hair, she spoke in a whisper so quiet I had to strain to hear her. "I'm scared of…of coming so hard I…make a mess."

"Funny thing about messes," I said, "is they can be cleaned up."

"What if I squirt and it's gross?" she whispered.

"If you came so hard you squirted, it wouldn't be gross, it would be fucking hot as hell." I kissed her hipbone, her thigh. "Don't hold back, Em. I've got you."

"Hayden, I…"

"You can trust me, Em. I've got you."

She continued to search me until she seemed to find what she was looking for. "I do trust you."

"Then stop holding back. Give me everything, Em. I want everything you have. Everything you are."

"I don't like not being in control," she breathed. "It's hard to let that go."

"You are in control, Em. I'll never do anything you don't want or aren't comfortable with."

She stroked my hair, brushed my cheekbone with her thumb. "I know. I just mean that letting go like you want me to…it’s hard."

I nuzzled her pussy, kissed just above the keyhole opening around her clit, and then just beneath her navel. "Then we don't worry about it. All I want is to make you feel better than you ever have in your life."

She licked her lips, eyes shimmering. "Hayden—god, you're sweet." She slid her fingers into my hair and pressed me downward. "Make me let go, Hayden. Show me how."

I grinned, sliding off the foot of the bed. Grabbing her ankles, I drew her toward me, eliciting a freshet of breathy giggles from her that made my heart leap with a wild burst of possessive need and frantic love.

Dropping to my knees, I pulled her hips toward me and she hooked her thighs over my shoulders. I cradled her ass in my hands and supported her lower half. I fused my mouth over her slit and huffed a hot breath against her.

She whined in her throat, reaching down to hold my head. "Hayden…"

I teased her clit with my tongue, making her buck in my hands. "You want it?"

She thrust against my mouth. "I fucking need it. Make me come, Hayden."

I sucked her clit into my mouth and devoured her until her hips began to flex and buck on their own, and this time I didn't stop. I brought her to the edge and pushed her right over it.

She knotted her fingers in my hair and crushed me against herself, grinding her sex against my mouth. Grasping my hair with one hand, she yanked a pillow with the other and pressed it against her face, screaming into it as her climax ripped through her.

As Emerson bucked and thrust and screamed, I shifted her forward and slid my two middle fingers inside her tight, clamping channel. Soaked and slippery, her inner walls rippled around my fingers as I plunged them into her and withdrew, plunged in, curled toward myself, and then set a hard, rough rhythm. She met me thrust for thrust, screaming into the pillow until her lungs ran out of air, and then she threw her head back and gasped for air, a shrill, desperate whimper in her throat.

“Hayden, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" She gasped, ass lifted off the bed as her spine arched.

I continued plundering her dripping, clenching pussy, continued devouring her clit.

I felt another wave of orgasm seize her, and now she curled forward, almost sitting up, only to jackknife backward, heels digging into the mattress and driving her hips up, screaming through gritted teeth.

She abruptly and roughly shoved me away from herself, pulling me upward and guiding my face to her breasts. One hand clutched the back of my head, and the other clawed down my back.

Thrusting madly and helplessly against my driving fingers, she cried out in a staccato series of whimpering, breathy grunts. Once more, she curled forward, and I felt her walls clamp down around my fingers with crushing force—

Hot wetness soaked my fingers and knuckles, and Emerson slammed the pillow over her face and screamed into it, shaking and shuddering and twitching and screaming, fingers clawing down my back, thrusting against my hand, wetness pulsing out of her.

The wracking intensity of her orgasm finally released her, and she sank back down to the mattress, threw the pillow aside, and looked down at me.

She looked shell-shocked. Stunned. Awed. Her eyes were wet with tears, and she was panting, each gasp a shuddering sob. “Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Oh…my… god .”

She seized my wrist with an iron grip and pulled my hand away. I knelt at the foot of the bed, one of her feet in my hands, watching her fight to recover. Her eyes never left me, and I couldn't decipher the myriad emotions I saw flashing across her lovely face.

She extended a hand to me. "Come here."

I took her hand and let her pull me, crawling up the bed to kneel over her, straddling her prone, naked perfection. "Hi."

She wiped at my mouth with her palm. "Hi."

Reaching down between us, Emerson clasped my semi-rigid cock in her soft, small hand. With a few strokes, I was fully erect again. She caressed my length, never taking her eyes off mine.

"I need you," she whispered.

"I need you, too," I whispered back.

She glanced to the side, at her nightstand, and then slid open the drawer, withdrawing an unopened box of condoms. "I got these the other day," she murmured. “Just in case.”

She opened the box, pulled free a string, and ripped one packet off. Tossed the rest and the box together back into the drawer. Tearing the packet open, she tossed the wrapper aside and fiddled with the condom, figuring out which way it unrolled. Holding my eyes, she grasped my cock at the base with one hand and fit the condom to my tip with the other, and then stroked my length hand over hand until the latex sheathed my organ.

I hung my head, groaning at her touch. "Fuck, Em."

She pushed at my shoulder, and I fell to my back. Sliding a thigh across my torso, she settled astride me, sitting high on my belly. For a moment, she just sat there, hair wild and bright, breasts high and firm and round and proud, nipples hard and begging. Her hands braced on my chest, and then she caressed my chest and my stomach, flicking my nipples. Leaning forward, she lifted an inch or two and rubbed her sex along my hard, aching length.

I slid my hands up her thighs to grip her hips, desperate to feel her take me into her.

"Em, fuck—please," I whispered, lifting and thrusting as she teased my cock, sliding her slick slit up and down my shaft, smearing her dripping juices all over me.

"Payback’s a bitch, huh?" she asked, hands planted on my stomach.

Her tits swayed with every movement, bouncing against her chest. I cradled them, caressed them. "Fucking love your tits, Emerson."

She just grinned, rubbing herself against me all the faster until I was flexing and thrusting.

"Please, Em," I whispered. "I fucking need you."

"You need me?" She braced one hand on my chest and leaned forward, lifting her ass off my stomach.

“Yes," I breathed. "I'll beg. I'll plead. I just…I need to be inside you. Fucking need it."

She reached down between her thighs and grasped my cock. Lifted me away from my stomach. Angled me, touching the crown to her slit. I threw my head back into the pillow, groaning. "Fuck, Em."

Another moment of hesitation, her eyes locked on mine, and then she slowly sank down. I growled, the sound morphing into a gasp as my mouth dropped open. She took me slowly, centimeter by centimeter, her mouth falling open too, eyes going wide.

Deeper, deeper, until I bottomed out inside her. Wrapped up in her tight hot wet pussy, I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't react in any way except to grip her hips where her thighs bent to meet her waist with such force I was sure I'd leave fingerprints in her fair flesh.

"Oh, fuck—Hayden!" She gasped as her ass settled onto my hips.

I caught my breath with a ragged gasp. "Emerson. You feel…" I clenched as the need to release rippled through me.

"Home," she breathed, finishing for me. "You feel like home."

"Yes," I said, "like home."

She fell forward, arms going around my neck. “Take me, Hayden. Make love to me. Please."

I drove into her, pushing deeper, even as I was already seated as deep as I could go. She moaned, burying her face in my throat.

"Again," she demanded.

I thrust into her again, and she growled, spine arching inward as I ground deeper into her.

I felt her rippling around me, felt my climax building. "Em, holy shit, you feel so fucking amazing." I dragged clawed fingers down her spine and grabbed her ass. "I never want it to end."

She pressed her mouth to my chest, shaking her head. "Me either."

"But you feel so fucking good, Em." I fought it back, and knew I’d lose the fight—soon. "But I…you feel too good."

She raised her head, eyes finding mine. "Don't hold back, Hayden."

I pulled her upward and then crushed her down, thrusting into her at the same time. "I can't wait much longer, Em. I'm sorry—I'm sorry, I can't—" I gasped, feeling it build and build, becoming a wild, frantic need that I couldn’t hold back.

Her arm slid beneath my neck and her hand cradled the back of my head, and she drew her legs up so she was sitting on her shins. Her lips pressed to my ear. "Fuck me, Hayden. Give me everything you’ve got, baby. I want it all—right now .”

She punctuated this with a sinuous roll of her hips. I'd been inside her for a few minutes at most, and I was lost, gone. Done. I crushed her hips in my hands and shoved her down onto myself hard, thrusting up, growling, groaning, gasping. Emerson set the pace, rolling her hips with that slow, sinuous, beautiful torture, mouth against my heart, breathing hard, panting, whimpering. Every sound she made was one of pure ecstasy, shooting straight down into my balls, making them pulse and clench.

I cradled her ass in my hands, palms pulling the thick, soft, beautiful globes apart so I could drive deeper—with every thrust, Emerson whimpered in my ear, breathless and wild.

"Em, oh god, Em. Oh fuck." I was still holding on, still trying to hold out, to make this heaven on earth last as long as possible.

"Hayden," she gasped. “You're gonna make me come again." She clung to my neck with one hand, the other palming my face, thumb on my lips. "Come with me, baby. Please. Please, Hayden."

I gave up. Gave in. Let go of the last of my control and let Emerson Day completely take ownership of me. I felt her start to come, felt her pussy squeeze hard around me in wave after wave of hot, clamping pressure, and she cried out, burying her gasping, keening, breathless screams in my shoulder, lips quivering against me. She abandoned the slow, deliberate, sinuous rolling of her hips and slammed down on me, harder and faster with each thrust.

I had no choice but to match her, to join her. I gripped her hips and pushed her down, pulled her up, meeting her downward thrusts with upward drives, grunting rabidly through gritted teeth.

“Yes!" She sobbed, openly weeping now. "Hayden, yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck yes!"

She shuddered all over, and her pussy clamped down so hard it almost hurt, and that was my undoing.

"Emerson! Oh—holy fuck, Em!" I lost all control, then, however much I had left, that is.

She was shaking and shuddering and crying out in a nonstop series of sobbing gasps which began to match the pace of my helpless, mad fucking thrusts. I lost all ability to be gentle, to moderate my power—all I could do was take her, give her what she'd begged for: everything.

And yet, the further into wild desperation I flew, the more eagerly, willingly, and passionately she met me there. She drove against my mad thrusting and fucked me back just as hard.

I came with a ragged groan that turned into a shout—she clapped a hand over my mouth and then pressed her lips to mine, not kissing but devouring my groans, my moans. Heat pounded through me, tension releasing like a tidal wave. I saw stars, and then my vision narrowed and I lost all bodily function, dizzy and gasping. Emerson kept her mouth against mine, panting as she slid down my cock again and again, even as I subsided from the peak of my orgasm. More and more—she drew it out of me, making me shudder and whimper as she continued to ride me through the last throes of aftershock.

Eventually, my cock began to soften, and she went still.

She clung to me, kept me inside her, arms around my neck, face buried in the side of my neck, her soft hot quick panting breaths huffing against my skin.

For a long time, we stayed like that. I caressed her everywhere my hands could reach, petting her hair, smoothing my hands down her arms and back, her butt, her thighs.

"My god, Hayden," she whispered after a time I couldn't measure—it could have been ten minutes, it could have been an hour.

"I know. Same."

She shook her head, then met my gaze. Hers was wet. “No, I don't think you do."

"So tell me, honey."

She swallowed. "Okay. But…will you hold me? Like last night? I've never felt so…safe. So…" a shake of her head as words escaped her. "Being in your arms like that, I feel like I can finally breathe for the first time in my life."

"Let me take care of this real quick," I said.

She rolled off me, hissing as I slid out of her. I moved to my feet, but my legs gave out and I collapsed back to the bed.

I laughed. "My legs don't work."

Laying naked on her back on top of the blanket, she smiled. "Good. I like knowing I can do that to you." She wiped at her face with both hands. "I have to pee again, but I don't think I can stand up yet."

I fought to my feet, steadied myself, and then went into the bathroom. I wrapped up and discarded the condom and then found a washcloth on an open-face shelf above the toilet; I wetted it with warm water and cleaned myself, rinsed it out a few times, and then brought it to Emerson. I washed her, as well, gently and carefully. When I was done, I tossed the washcloth in the sink and got back in bed.

Emerson immediately slid over to me, curled up almost entirely on top of me, thigh over crotch, hand on my belly, cheek on my chest.

We lay in easy, happy silence for a while.

"Hayden?"

"Mmmm?"

"Merry Christmas. I think I love you."