Merry with a Gambler (Love Beach Holiday Collection)

Epilogue One

EPILOGUE ONE

Christmas

Stack (Dax )

“Grab the spindles on the headboard and don’t let go.”

“But…”

“Do as I say or I’ll get the satin and tie you to the posts.”

“Dax, I don’t know?”

“You can’t tell me you’ve never tried any of these toys except the bullet and expect me to let it go. What kind of a salesperson hasn’t tried her merchandise?

“Let me show you what you’ve been missing. Trust me, I’ll take care of you, Boots.”

She does as I ask, grabbing a spindle in each hand, then nods.

“As you’ve read, this brush and powder have two benefits. One,” I gently place the feathery tips at the dip of her throat and lightly stroke it down between her beautiful breasts then lower to her belly button and back up. “It’s the tactile teasing of just the faintest touch. It stimulates the nerves, so they sit up and say ‘wow we’re awake’.”

She giggles nervously.

I stroke back up and down again. A shiver lightly rolls over her.

“Once they’re awake, we talk to them.” I circle the outer edges of her breast then do a figure eight cross to the other.”

“Oh my god, Dax. I’m awake. So awake. I need more. I need you.”

Tossing the feather brush onto the bedside table. I kiss her sweet lips lapping up the sugar of her along with the powder. Slowly, I kiss, lap and suck my way to her sweetest bud. Her hips arch off the bed when I tease her clit. Slipping my palms under her butt I hold her in place as I lick and suck.

“Say it. Say your mine.”

“Yes. Yes.”

Pulling back, I blow against her pulsing clit. “Say the words.”

“I’m yours, Dax. Only yours.”

Satisfied with her declaration, I feast on her sweetness bringing her to two trembling orgasms.

In the aftermath she rests her head on my chest, her hand over my heart and straddles my thighs with one leg. I stroke her back from shoulder to buttock, and back up. Content having her pressed to my body and in my arms. This, just like this, I could lay here forever. She is my beginning and my end.

Sliding my hand under the pillow I palm the black velvet box I’d hidden and move it to the center of my chest, flipping the lid open with my thumb. I hear her indrawn breath. She leans up on one elbow, looks at the simple gold band, then meets my gaze.

“Wha-what is that?”

“My heart. Will you keep it for me? Wear it?”

“For how long?”

“Forever.”

She studies me for a long moment. “I only have room for one. Could you hold mine for me?”

“For how long,” I ask.

“Forever. Through thick and thin.”

“I can do that.”

“Then I’ll guard yours as well.”

Snuggling closer, she lays her head on my chest. Now we’re both complete.