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“Let’s not waste any more time,” she says.
“If you say so.” I tug her dress right over her head, and she laughs in surprise as she kicks off her tights.
Then I’m not laughing, though. One look at Chiara’s red lace lingerie, and I’m letting out a string of Finnish curses. “This is much better than Santa Goat,” I whisper, dipping down to lick my way across her chest, just above the see-through bra. But I need more, so I tip the cups down and begin sucking eagerly on her dark nipples.
Chiara makes the most delicious noises. “Ahh. You. Yessss. Naked more.”
She isn’t speaking English either now. I take it as a good sign. I kiss my way down her belly, part her bare thighs. I stop to part her legs and place a hot kiss right over the lace panties.
“Oh, Ivo. Yes.” Her body undulates with excitement. “But I was talking about you. Too many clothes.”
But I’m not listening. I kiss the skin of her inner thighs, and tease my thumb over her hot center. I take my time with this sweet torture.
“Naughty, naughty man,” she pants as I draw it out.
“Some things cannot be rushed. Pizza, and this.” She laughs, and I use the distraction to draw her panties off.
And then I finally get the best Christmas treat of all. When I lean in again to pleasure her, she tugs on my short hair and sobs my name.
Lucky indeed.
Best Christmas ever.
THE END
Thank you for reading Sarina’s story! If you enjoyed your visit with the men and women of Brooklyn Hockey, you can find the whole series of standalones right here.
Or download another free Bruisers story,Training Camp, on Sarina’s Website.
A special thank you to Janna Vanhanen for proofing the Finnish aspects of this story, and to Claudia Fosca Stahl for her editing!
Holidays have always been my favorite time of year. For all the obvious reasons, in that the snow makes Olympus feel like another world entirely, and there’s something almost out of time about the little rituals and customs we indulge in as a people, but for the subtler reasons as well.
It’s the only time of year my mother can be coaxed into taking time off. Even after she became Demeter and everything else changed, the quiet time with our family in the country during the holidays didn’t. That week at the end of the year when time ceases to have meaning and there’s nowhere to be... It’s magic.
I want to gift that magic to my husband.
The man in question stands at the window overlooking the grounds, his hands clasped loosely at his back. He’s got that distant expression on his face that he seems to wear so often since we found out I was pregnant. It’s only gotten stronger now that we know it’s twins.
We’ve been married less than a year, and have already gone through so much. If the last few months are anything to go by, there’s more on the horizon.
Worse.
I shake my head. I already spend so much time strategizing and planning. I want to do it for a fun reason for once. The world will keep on spinning, regardless of what happens in Olympus, but I refuse to miss this time with my family. With Hades.
He turns as I approach and pulls me easily into his arms. Or as easily as possible with my giant belly in the way. As if sensing their father’s proximity, our children start shifting and kicking in my stomach.
“Hey.”
“Hello, little siren.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “You have a scheming look about you.”
“I’m thinking about the holidays.” Going to the country is out of the question with everything going on in the city, just like leaving Olympus is also impossible for a number of reasons. I wish that weren’t the case. “Are you sure we can’t convince your father to—”
“I’m sure.” He says it gently but firmly. “Even if you could convincehim, he won’t come alone, and Hercules has already vowed not to return.”
I know Hades and Meg think that the reason Hercules avoids Olympus is for his own sake, but I highly suspect it’s partially to save Hades from having to make that call. He’s a fearsome man, but his partners art just as fierce when it comes to protecting him. “Things will be calmer next year. We’ll arrange something with him then.” I hope I’m not being naive when I say it. Things haven’t been calm for a very long time.
“Of course.” He says it so neutrally, I can’t tell if he’s trying to appease me or not.
