CHAPTER 3
HUGH
I’D GOTTEN the idea when we decided to spend the holidays with my parents.
We’d been telling each other Christmas tales. I, in particular, had several about my brothers to choose from, and Sam told me about growing up in a family that had a very relaxed, LA take on Christmas. The Farouks still celebrated the holiday, even though neither one of her parents was religious.
Her father’s family practiced Hinduism, but according to Sam, my father-in-law questioned the religion his family practiced. He didn’t understand how you were supposed to accept a god who said not all people were equal and embrace a religion and lifestyle that divided people into a caste system.
When her father’s family moved to the UK in the sixties, he began to distance himself from everything he’d been taught, and once he moved to the US, he eventually embraced a more laic idea of God.
Sam’s mother, on the other hand, had a more “go with the flow” vibe. She didn’t want her children to be the anomaly and to not have common things like a Christmas tree or presents, so she celebrated it even though she wasn’t completely sold on the concept.
From what Sam told me, her mother had always been adventurous when it came to religion. She’d considered becoming Jewish for a while, and had even embraced Kabala at the end of the nineties when celebrities like Madonna had made the religion popular.
Sam told me how over the years, her dad and her siblings had gotten more and more involved in the Christmas lights competition held in her subdivision.
She’d told me, “We took second place many times, but never won. The Carters won every single year—every year, Hugh! It was the most absurd thing. We were damn good at it. Eventually, we just got tired of participating. If you ask Amira, she’ll tell you the whole thing was rigged. She still holds a grudge about it.”
I knew my Sam loved me, but I realized it was going to be her first year without her family so I needed to make it extra special.
Thankfully, my Christmas lights idea was well received.
“I would love to stay out here and stare at the lights all night, but I’m pretty sure we’ll both get sick if we don’t go inside right now—well, maybe not you, but I will definitely get pneumonia again.”
I hadn’t thought about it. The previous month, after a couple of nights spent outside for night shoots, Sam had gotten sick. I could fare the temperamental Scottish weather, but she wasn’t used to it yet, and it didn’t help that she’d already had a cold when we had to do the night shoots. It had only degenerated from there, and she’d needed to get antibiotics to clear the infection up.
“You’re right, we should go inside. It’s too late for you to be out here, especially with how sick you got last month. Let’s go inside, wife.”
I LAZILY TURNED to my side and stared at the silhouette of her body as she looked out the window. We’d left the lights on, and they kept blinking on and off.
I looked at my wife’s beautiful body, my eyes taking in her black, silky hair cascading down her back, the profile of the swell of her breasts, her small waist, and that arse I couldn’t get enough of. I licked my lips as she turned around and smiled at me, beautiful and perfectly happy.
That was all I wanted—to make her happy for the rest of my life.
My cock twitched as she glanced at me and her eyes darkened, noticing my desire for her had me hard all over again.
She turned around and pressed herself against the window. A sigh escaped her lips and her glance moved from my eyes to my hard cock.
A small laugh escaped her lips and a mischievous smile brightened her face.
“Oh, MacLeod. You are quite . . . insatiable.”
“You should know that by now, Sam.” My tone was playful, but I didn’t mean to just tease her. I was planning on taking her again. In the morning, we’d go to my parents’ house, and I was already mourning the lack of privacy.
“I know that,” she replied, her voice husky. She ran a hand over her breast, teasing her nipple, staring at me. She parted her legs slightly, pressing her arse against the wall under the window. Her other hand moved down between her lips and she started pleasuring herself, which only made me harder and hornier for her.
I reached down and stroked my cock, but it wasn’t enough.
I had to have her.
She closed her eyes, head rocked back against the window as she moved her fingers faster against her clit.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I got up and walked toward her.
“My wife is so fucking sexy,” I growled as I pressed my body against hers. I traced her lips with my thumb, her eyes open, hazy with lust and need. She took my thumb in her mouth and sucked it, slow and hard.
My dick twitched, pressed against her entrance. She wrapped a hand around the base and started stroking it, the other one still between her legs.
“Let me do that, lass. Let me see you come,” I told her as I used my left hand to tease her wet center.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned as I brought her over the edge, moving my fingers faster. “I want you inside of me. I need you inside of me,” she mumbled.
I brought my right hand down to her breast and pinched her nipple as she cried out against my mouth.
“You,” she whispered as she stroked me faster to keep up with me. “Inside me, right now. I need all of you.”
“You have me, mo chridhe.”
“More . . . more of you.”
My fingers didn’t slow down as my mouth covered hers, my tongue brushing around hers over and over, tasting her, feeling her moan into my mouth as she gripped one of my shoulders tight.
She broke the kiss and cried out in pleasure, her hair splayed across the glass of the window. The vision of her, spent as she came down from her climax, sent me into overdrive. I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, giving her what she’d been asking for.
We’d been living together five months and married for three, but when it came to her, it always felt like I suffered from unquenchable thirst.
I needed her, always. I wanted her more than words could explain.
The yearning I had for her was endless.
I caressed her arse, kneading the skin before I pressed against her entrance and filled her with one thrust. She moaned as she balanced herself on the edge of the window, the lights outside blinking all around us. Red and blue glimmers danced before my eyes as I thrust deeper into her.
I brushed her hair away from the side of her face and trailed kisses on her cheek and neck as I brought a hand up to her bouncy breasts. I could see a faint reflection of her face in the window, eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy.
Seeing her come undone turned me on even more.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. She was already close, so I increased the tempo and then thrust one last time, getting lost inside of her.
I rested my head for a few seconds and then lifted her up in my arms.
She gasped and brought a hand to her forehead.
“Something wrong?” I asked, panting, still coming down from my own high.
“No, just a bit of a head rush.”
Later, under the covers, I traced lazy circles on the perfect curve of her hips as she laid her head on my shoulder. Nothing could surpass the beauty of lying together skin to skin after we’d given each other one of earth’s greatest pleasures.
“Hey, Sam? Wife?”
She laughed, and her breath tickled my skin.
“What is it, husband?” she asked in a low, sleepy voice.
“Are we supposed to be over the honeymoon phase?” I asked her.
Sam lifted her head up and looked me in the eye. She brushed away my hair, her eyes reassuring.
“Hugh, I’ve been in the honeymoon phase with you ever since the first time you touched my body. As far as I’m concerned, I will always love you and want you the same way, if not more. I told you earlier, remember? Every time I think I couldn’t love you more, you go and raise the bar even higher. I don’t see how it would ever be possible for me to want you or love you less.”
She kissed me, her hand cupping my jaw. Her kiss was slow and deep, as if she were trying to reach inside my soul.
When she broke the kiss, she let out a laugh, as if she also seemed surprised by the intensity of it.
“My body is yours, as is my soul, until the day I die. That is not going to change, ever, mo gradh.”