Chapter Eleven

Matt

When he woke up, the sun was bright in the sky and the room was burning up with heat. He looked around and the fireplace fire had died down. When he sat up, he realized Candice wasn’t sleeping anymore.

She walked into the room with a cup of coffee. “Merry Christmas,” she said, handing him a cup.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he said, giving her a kiss.

After taking a drink, he asked, “How did you get this?”

“I took your truck and went into town for coffee.”

“What?”

“It’s Christmas, can’t we have a miracle?” she asked, suspiciously.

“Coffee when I wake up is definitely a miracle, but how did you get the power on?”

“I didn’t. There were workers in the night.”

“On Christmas Eve?” Matt was surprised, getting up off the floor to sit on the sofa.

“Yep, they came to see if we were okay before they left. Apparently, the whole town had been out and Reed told them that we were stuck up here.”

“Did they plow the snow?”

“Yes, they did,” she harrumphed.

“Why do you make it sound like a bad thing,” he asked, grabbing her waist and sitting her on his lap.

“I’m just going to miss this.” The wistful tone in her voice sounded fleeting.

“The cabin? We can come back anytime we want.” Matt took her coffee from her and placed it on the coffee table.

He looked at her waiting for an answer. “No, it’s this nice time alone.”

“Honey, we’re going to live together. You’ll see me every day, you’ll be waiting to get rid of me.”

“Living together?” He scrunched his eyes closed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. He didn’t want to argue about what it was going to be since, he had a special present for her.

“Yeah, I thought I made that very clear these past few days.” He ground his hips on her ass while rubbing her belly. They’d had unprotected sex for days. There wasn’t any other decision for him. She was his and he hoped that she was happy about it.

“You have, but you never asked me.”

That was an easy answer for him. “There’s nothing to ask. You’re mine and that’s that. I’m pretty sure I put my baby in here,” he said, pointedly rubbing her belly. 

“Really. What if it’s not what I want?” she tossed back, picking up her coffee.

“It’s what you want; stop playing. I think you want to be fucked into agreement,” he growled in her ear.

“No, I’m sore actually, but this is all new to me.” Matt nodded because he understood.

“Falling in love is new to me, too.” He got up and went into the bedroom and into the drawer. He kissed the box for luck. All of sudden, the same fears she had started to plague him. His hand was shaking. It wasn’t like him to be nervous, so he shook that shit off and walked into the living room. She was sitting on the sofa and looking down at her cup of coffee. He walked up to her, then dropped down to his knees and handed her the wrapped box.

“Oh, my God,” she said, clasping her hand to her mouth.

“Are you going to open it?”

She nodded, opening it in a hurry. She looked at it like it was the most amazing ring ever. He took it and slipped it onto her finger, and placed a kiss on the ring, then worked his lips up her hand. She moaned and shivered. Smiling against her skin Matt wanted her again.

“Let’s shower before we go,” he said against her neck. He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Letting the water run, he began to slowly undress her. The top she was wearing hugged her body so tightly that he could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples pushed against the fabric, tempting him. He bit back a hungry growl and lifted the top off her. They bounced and teased him enough that he couldn’t wait to taste them, so he pushed her gently against the sink and took her nipple into his mouth while his hands played with her soft plump flesh. Sounds of pleasure erupted from her mouth as he worked his way down and slipped her panties off. It was her turn to take his clothes off. She grabbed the hem of his pants and dragged them to the floor. His cock was trapped in his boxers but just trapped. The boxers were stretched so much that it looked as though the seams would tear at any moment. She nipped at the hard impression, then slid them off him, too. His cock bobbed, hitting her tits as she got to her feet again.

“Shower,” he growled.

They stepped into the enclosed shower, and let the water cascade down their bodies. Their eyes locked, both of their chests heaving in a lust-filled need. She reached for the bar of soap on the rack and started to glide it lazily over her breasts. Matt’s tongue slipped between his lips, aching to touch her. He reached for her, but she pulled back, shaking her head.

“No. I want to wash up first,” she said. He watched her sudsy hands dip between her thighs. She ran her hands between them, driving Matt’s pulse wild. He snatched the soap from her and turned the torment back on her. Lathering up his chest, her movements stopped. Giving her a smile, he took the bar lower and rubbed it along his lower abs. Her eyes focused on his cock that stood straight up as he stroked his length over and over with the suds. An audible breath escaped from in between her lips. He moved his body more into the spray, rinsing the soap from his skin.

“Candy, I got my own cane for you. Come taste it,” he demanded. Her eyes opened wide and she fell to her knees like a sinner trying to repent. The water’s warm spray started to soak her hair, and like a good man, he grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into his hands and ran his hands through her long blonde hair. She looked up at him with a smile before stroking his thick cock.

“Suck, Candy,” he demanded, clutching her hair. She parted her lips and slipped the head between them. Matt massaged her scalp as she sucked his cock deeper in before pulling back and then taking him down again. Eagerly, she worked his dick, stroking and sucking. He groaned, grabbing her hair and rubbing the soap deep.

“Enough,” he stated, pulling her off his cock, he couldn’t take it anymore and came hard, stroking off the rest of his load on her breasts. Matt helped her off her knees and let her get into the spray, rinsing off his seed and the shampoo. Taking the bar in hand, he lathered it up and ran it all over her backside, his fingers slipping between her cheeks. She jumped when he poked at her back entrance.

“I’m not going to fuck your ass, Candy. I’m just trying to help you clean up,” he remarked.

She turned her head, arching her brow. “So, you stick your finger in your ass when you wash?”

“Got me, I just want to own all of you,” he whispered against her ear. Rubbing more soap on his hands, he slid them around to her breasts, squeezing and pretending to wash them.

“Part your thighs,” he commanded, dropping to the shower floor. Turning his head, he parted her pussy lips and started to drink from her honeyed heat.

 

Candice

Her hands hit the wall, barely able to stand. Her body turned to putty when he worked her. “Ah, fuck yes,” she croaked out, her legs shaking with every suck on her clit. She was panting with water sluicing down her back and her pussy being eaten with such fucking perfection it didn’t take her long before she was singing his praises. “Matt, I’m coming,” she screamed out. Her head falling forward with her forehead pressed against the shower wall.

He got off the floor and smacked her ass. “I fucking love hearing you scream,” Matt muttered against her ear, biting her earlobe.

They washed up as fast as they could without touching each other again. It wasn’t long before their hunger was back and they were eyeing each other like they were starving, laughing at how pathetic they seemed.

An hour later they were on their way to his parents’ house. “Promise me that if things get bad, we’ll work on it,” she said, worry written in her words.

“Always, but I won’t let it get bad. Maybe a bit twisted or lousy, but never bad. If you ever feel like I’m neglecting you or our babies, don’t hesitate to snap on me,” he said, grabbing her hand and kissing the ring he placed on her. She was squirming in her seat, trying to calm down the instant lust she felt every time he touched her.

“Matt, how come you’re so damn perfect?” she accused.

“I’m not. I’m just perfect for you,” he said with a soft sweetness that could choke a horse.

“That was so sweet, I need some milk to get that down,” she joked. 

“I’ll give you some Matt milk for you to take down,” Matt offered, giving his cock a squeeze.

“There’s the Matt I know, but we can save that for when we leave your parents.”

“Or maybe we could sneak into my old bedroom…” She just shook her head at him and watched the trees. It was still light out, but the sun would set by the time they got there. She was looking forward to it because she’d get to see all the Christmas decorations. Growing up, they didn’t decorate for the holidays. They only had a tree one year and never any gifts. As she got older, she would purposely take walks in nice neighborhoods where decorations lit up the streets. She didn’t care that it was cold or that the walks were long. She wanted to feel the Christmas Spirit. This was the best one she’d ever had and Matt was the best gift she could have ever gotten.

They pulled into the suburban neighborhood and it was lit up so wonderfully that Candice thought she’d stepped into a dream. It was nothing compared to the largest house in the area, which happened to be theirs.

“Wow, really? This is your parents’ house?”

“Yes, a bit extreme, but my mom loves Christmas.” They pulled into the driveway, and just like that, the front door opened to an eager group of Kane’s.

“Come on in before you freeze,” his mom said.

“More like we don’t freeze,” Mr. Kane said. Candice blushed. They were all waiting to meet her. Spencer winked at her, making her relax a bit.

“Come here, Candice,” his mom said, grabbing Candice and dragging her into the house. She hugged Candice then took her into the living room area where all the kids were gathered. “It’s so wonderful to meet you. Everyone has told us so much about you,” she said cheerfully.

Candice was in for an interesting but welcoming night. Matt laughed at his mother, and nodded at Candice. The tension in her body eased as she followed Mrs. Kane’s lead.

“Mom, do you think we could say hello before you drag her away?”

“Spencer, behave. I know what you’re about.”

“I’m not up to anything. Matt’s just fucking lucky I love my wife and would never give her any doubt or I’d be flirting with the sweet Candy.”

“Don’t call her that. It’s Candice. Get that shit straight, bro,” Matt warned. The threatening stance made the whole room crack up.

Even Rose laughed at him calling her Candy. “Oh, you two. Come on, Cand…ice. We’re going to finish up dinner and talk about the boys.” All of the women left to the other room.

Once they got her in the kitchen, they didn’t question her about Matt. They asked about Ryan. “So, you have to tell us. What’s up with Ryan?”

“There’s nothing up with me and Ryan,” Candice said, hating that anyone thought that.

“Not you and Ryan, but him and July. Seriously, Matt told us he was talking to her when you were in the car. He hasn’t told us anything except he’s spending Christmas in Texas.”

For the next hour, the women worked on dinner as Candice filled them in on what she knew and speculated the rest. Throughout the dinner, Matt stayed extremely close to her, holding her hand in between bites, and grabbing at her thigh every time his brother looked their way. She tried not to laugh, but he was so worried, like the overtly jealous Spencer had eyes for anyone but Rose.

After dinner, it still amazed her that all the men got up to do their part. She was definitely going to enjoy that part of being married to Matt. While the men cleaned up the woman chatted about the wedding. “If he’s anything like Spencer, and judging by the ring, I’d say he is, you’ll be married very soon.” They were all fascinated by the ruby and diamond ring that was in a pattern, red, white, red white just like a candy cane.

“I believe all the men are like that. Richard was the same with me,” Mrs. Kane added.

“Reed could give them a run for their money,” Danielle joked.

“So, I’m not the only one with a caveman?” Candice asked.

“Not at all. Poor July, I don’t think she knows what she got herself into,” teased Rose.

They left the house and went back to his place in the city after having coffee and talking about wedding plans.

“Tomorrow we’ll go get your things, okay?” he said, tossing his keys into the bowl at the entrance inside his apartment. It was a very nice place, but nothing extravagant. In fact, it looked like a Red Sox fan store. She looked around nervously, but it was only the one room.

“Sure,” she said without a fight. He looked at her in surprise like he was waiting for the backlash from telling her what to do. “What? We’re getting married and my place is a shithole. Fighting over living in squalor isn’t worth it.”

“Good.” He pulled her close, kissing her with full intent on taking this to his bed. Kicking off his shoes, he carried her into the bedroom. “Merry Christmas, My Candy Kane.”