“A man can hope, can’t he?”
“He doesn’t need to hope because I have it on good authority that you’re getting lucky tonight.” She rolled her eyes and set the boxed on the table in front of me. “Open up and don’t be afraid to go crazy like the boys.”
I looked up at her and laughed. “Very funny.”
“Open them!” She was so excited I found myself tearing at the paper with the snowmen dressed in leather to get to the first box.
“Oh babe, you shouldn’t have.” It was a brand new leather vest with little mockups of where my patches would go.
“I wasn’t sure on protocol for things like that but I saw this vest and I just knew you’d look super hot in it. So go on,” she waved her hands at me, “and put it on!”
With a laugh, I did as my woman instructed and slipped on the vest. “Well?”
“Hot as fuck, baby.” She licked her lips hungrily and I barely resisted the urge to wrap my lips around her hard nipples peeking through her top. “Next one.”
The next gift was for me. In a way. “Jana, I’m afraid this isn’t my size.”
She laughed and smacked my arm. “It’s for me to wear. For you.”
“Well this gift is one I can cash in tonight. Right?”
She nodded slowly, her lips in a seductive grin that was fucking irresistible. “We’ll see.” Green eyes slid to the final and biggest box.
“Damn. You drive a hard bargain, woman.” Still I tore into the final box and ripped through the lid and froze. Three little leather jackets were inside, two black and one pink. “Babe? What? Are you…?”
She smiled, her skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink. “No, I’m not pregnant or anything but I think we should keep going until we get a little girl to put that pink jacket on.”
I was already sold on that idea. “And if we have two more boys before we have a girl?”
Jana rolled her eyes. “We live a stone’s throw from Vegas, I doubt there will be a leather shortage in our future.”
I stood and pulled Jana in my arms. “You sure you want that many kids with an old fucker like me?”
She smiled and jumped into my arms. “I want a whole fucking brood with my handsome husband who can sometimes be a little surly, but I love him anyway.”
How in the hell a guy like me got so lucky that a beautiful, talented woman and loving mother like Jana fell for me and married me, I’d never know. All I knew was, I’d spend the rest of my life being worthy of her. Of our family, however big it grew. “Good because he loves you more than anything.”
“Yeah? Wait until he gets a load of me in that leather dress.” Before I could say anything, her lips were on mine, slow and deep they way she always kissed, like every damn time she wasn’t just showing me how much she loved me, she was telling me too. With every slide of her tongue I swear I fell deeper in love with this woman. With my woman.
“Babe in or out of that dress, more out of than in though, hey!” I laughed when she nipped my ear a bit too hard. “I love you no matter what, that’s all I’m trying to say babe.”
“Yeah?” Her smile was big, her skin flushed and those big ol’ emerald eyes shone with love. More love than I thought I deserved when I met her.
I nodded. “Fuck yeah, and you know what else?”
“What, Max?” The way she held my jaw, gentle and loving with a smile filled with heat.
“I was just thinking, it was so fuckin’ hot the way you told me to go out there and kill those motherfuckers, I rode to the desert with a boner.” She laughed and tightened her legs around my waist.
“You have one now too. Yay! Merry Christmas to me!” Then she ground against me, put her lips to my throat and her mouth didn’t leave my body for the rest of the night.
Other than to refuel with holiday leftovers. “Would you still love me if I told you I didn’t know what tasted better, Christmas leftovers or you?”
Jana cocked her eyebrow with a sexy smile on her face. Damn, she was beautiful. “No but I will be mad unless you do some very thorough research and come up with a satisfying answer…”
I grinned. This Christmas was unlike any of the others Jana and I had spent together. This time we had two little boys, a bigger family and we’d faced our biggest threat yet and come out on top. “If it’s for the sake of research, consider me in babe.” And I spent the rest of the night doing science. Between the gorgeous legs of my beautiful wife.
I was pretty sure in that moment, life for the Reckless Bastard’s couldn’t get any better.
Merry friggin’ Christmas to us!
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KB Winters is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author of steamy hot books about Bikers, Billionaires, Bad Boys and Badass Military Men. Just the way you like them. She has an addiction to caffeine, tattoos and hard-bodied alpha males. The men in her books are very sexy, protective and sometimes bossy, her ladies are...well...bossier!
Living in sunny Southern California, with her five kids and three fur babies, this embarrassingly hopeless romantic writes every chance she gets!
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