“I’m coming!” she cried, but Trigger didn’t need the warning. Her inner muscles were practically strangling his dick. It was harder to push inside her now, but he didn’t let up.
“Walker!” she exclaimed, and thrusting her pelvis up toward him. Trigger put a hand under her ass and shoved inside her as far as he could get, holding her to him as he finally exploded. It felt as if he would never stop coming.
Trigger didn’t want to move. Wanted to stay buried inside the woman he loved more than life, forever. Making sure he didn’t crush her, he lowered himself until they were chest to chest. Gillian’s legs came up and she hooked her ankles together at the small of his back. They were both breathing hard, and Trigger buried his nose into the space where her shoulder met her neck.
“I love how everything in my house smells like honeysuckle. It’s a constant reminder of you. How lucky I am to have you in my life. Please don’t shut me out, Gilly.” Trigger knew if his teammates could hear him begging, he’d never hear the end of it…but he didn’t care. “Knowing you’re hurting and you deliberately left our bed, it kills me.”
“I won’t do it again,” Gillian told him.
“Thank you.” Trigger lifted his head. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she responded.
“Feel better?” he asked.
She gave him a small smile. “Yes.”
“I wasn’t too rough?” he asked.
“You’d never hurt me.”
It wasn’t exactly an answer, but with the way she was smiling up at him and clutching him to her, he had to assume the answer was no.
Trigger felt his cock softening and knew it was only a matter of time before he’d slip out of her body. Her hands were clutching his biceps, and he looked over at her left hand. Seeing the diamond ring he’d put there, and knowing soon she’d be his wife, made him sigh in contentment.
Trigger moved to the side then, grimacing when he slid out of her. He pulled Gillian into him, so her head was resting on his shoulder. “What can I do to help you?” he asked.
“You’re doing it. Holding me. Making love to me so amazingly I can’t think about anything other than how much I love you.”
His arms tightened around her. He’d had no idea how much this woman would come to mean to him all those months ago when he’d first talked to her on the phone. She’d been a terrified victim of a hijacking, but she’d somehow snuck under his radar even then. She hadn’t panicked, had done what needed to be done to save herself and a plane load of others as well.
Trigger knew she could do so much better than an overprotective military asshole like him. But he was going to do everything in his power to keep her happy. So she’d never want to leave him.
“Why don’t you invite your friends over for a girls’ night in tomorrow,” he suggested.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I know it’s a pain for you to have to look after us all when we start drinking.”
Trigger smiled. Gillian and her three best friends were a handful, but he didn’t care. “I’m sure,” he told her. “I’d like to think that I can keep your demons at bay all by myself, but I know it would be good for you to have some girl time.”
“Agreed. Walker?”
“Yeah, Di?”
“I won’t leave our bed again. If I can’t sleep, I’ll stay here.”
“Thank you. Do you think you can sleep now?”
“Yeah. I’m exhausted.”
Trigger hugged Gillian closer and knew the exact moment when she fell asleep. Her entire body relaxed against him, and he sighed in relief. It was almost scary how much love he had for the woman in his arms. She was his life. She didn’t need him, but he sure as hell needed her. He’d spend the rest of his life making sure she knew just how much.
Best Christmas Ever
by Susan Stoker
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Copyright © 2019 by Susan Stoker
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Edited by Kelli Collins
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Note From the Author
Best Christmas Ever is a short story I wrote for a holiday anthology that came out in December 2019 and was only available for a short time.
The two main characters are older, and not looking for love. But sometimes love finds you when you least expect it. (And you might recognize a few characters that you already know and love toward the end as well!)
Enjoy!
~Susan
Blurb for Best Christmas Ever
When Chris and Sienna meet during an accident in Texas, the perfect strangers soon discover they’re inexplicably linked…in more ways than one. Coincidence? Perhaps. Or maybe the makings of their very own Christmas miracle.
Best Christmas Ever
Part 1, The Accident
Sienna Bernfield didn’t even have time to scream. One moment she was driving toward Fort Hood Army post, and the next, the world exploded in front of her midsize rental car.
A huge pickup truck ran a red light and broadsided the Honda civic in front of her. She slammed on the brakes and watched in disbelief as the truck pushed the smaller car across the intersection and pinned it against the side of a brick building nearby.
Acting on instinct, Sienna pulled her car over and leaped out. She raced toward the accident, ignoring the bystanders yelling that the person driving the truck was fleeing the scene. Her only concern was whoever was inside the now crumpled car trapped between the truck’s grill and the wall of the building.
As a paramedic back home in Nashville, she knew how important it was to get an injured person help as soon as possible. The “golden hour” was the first sixty minutes after a traumatic injury and was considered the most critical for successful emergency treatment. If the person or persons in the car were hurt, their golden hour had already begun.
The entire passenger side of the car had been smashed in, and Sienna was relieved to find no one sitting there. Christmas music played eerily in the background from a nearby store as she sized up how to get to the driver.
The doors on either side of the car were inaccessible, the passenger side was blocked by the truck, and the driver’s side was butted up against the brick building. The windshield was cracked but not busted out, and there was loose glass all over the trunk from the back window.