Kit & Rogue (The Sons of Dusty Walker) (21 page)

She shrugged it off, revealing a cheery red blouse and a long denim skirt. “Thank you.” Lifting a brow, she glanced at the other boys. “This one has manners.”

Dylan stepped forward. “Let me get you something to drink, then we’ll make introductions.”

“I know who you all are.” She held out her hand to the youngest brother. “Dylan.” She spoke the other brothers’ names as she grasped each of their hands in a firm grip. “I believe you’re all the family I have left. Am I intruding if I ask to spend Christmas with you?”

“Not an intrusion at all. You’re welcome any time.” Rogue gestured for her to join them in the living room. “We were in Colorado a few months ago.”

“Well, you should’ve stopped by. I would have been glad to see you.”

Mercy walked farther into the room. She winked at Dylan. “I’d do well with a few fingers of that whiskey your dad squirrelled away for special occasions.”

While Jackson fetched her a glass, she met the ladies, then they all sat in the living room while her chauffeur hauled her suitcase up the steps, as if this was indeed a regular occurrence.

“I’m Mercy Walker.” She announced it as if her name was her pride and joy. Sipping the whiskey, she relaxed in her chair. “I’ve got a good-sized cattle ranch in Colorado, and will expect you all to come for Easter, as was the arrangement between your father and me.”

She frowned for a few seconds. “My husband, Grover, was your father’s first cousin. Grover, he…passed away, gone nearly four years now.” Her strong jaw tilted up. “I have four daughters who are too busy this year to come home for the holidays.”

“We’re sorry to hear that.” Zoe raised her hand, looking like she might reach out and squeeze Mercy’s hand, then dropping it as if she thought better of it.

Mercy puffed out a breath. “The four of them, they work too hard. Honor is an assistant to the First Lady at the White House.”

“Oh, wow.” Rori blurted the words out, smiling. “That’s amazing.”

Mercy tipped her head. “She’s always been the serious one. Then there’s Faith. She’s a photographer. Always on the road, that one. And last but definitely not least, are my twins, Chastity and Courage. Courage works on a crab boat in Alaska. Chastity…” She shook her head. “I don’t rightly know what she does or where she is. I just hope she’s okay.”

“And none of them could make it home this year?” Kit asked.

“None of them have made it home since their father died.” Mercy stood, setting down her glass. “I’m going upstairs to freshen up. Thank you for your kindness in letting a lonely old lady join you tonight.”

The men stood. “Ma’am, you’re welcome any time.” Rogue sounded wistful. He could just imagine how Mercy felt, and he could definitely relate to the girls. When you’re estranged from a parent, it was always painful.

Mercy turned and walked up the steps, her back straight and proud, but stopped and turned to gaze over the group. “Thank you very kindly.” She looked from one to the other. “Maybe you can say a little prayer that I’ll find a way to reach out to my girls.”

Killian smiled. “We’ve all learned about reaching out.”

“And I’ve had some practice saying prayers lately,” Kit confessed. “I’ll put you on my prayer list.”

“Bless you all.” She walked up the stairs, her back straight and proud.

Once Mercy ascended out of earshot, the eight of them, plus Hunter, gathered close.

“That’s so sad.” Zoe lifted Hunter in her arms and cuddled him. “No one should spend the holidays away from their loved ones.”

Dylan drew his bride against his chest and kissed her temple. “Maybe her girls will come around. If us stubborn Walker men can move on from our past, I’m pretty sure anything is possible.”

“That’s true. We’ve proven how hard-headed Walkers can be.” He pulled Rori close to his side. “But not half as tough as these Red Creek women. They had their hands full when they set out to tame the Walker brothers.”

“Tame?” Rori set her hand on Jackson’s chest. “There’s no taming these boys.”

“I’m not so sure I’d want Rogue to be tame.” Kit winked at him, the seduction scene she planned for the night foremost in her mind. “I kinda like him wild.” Rogue took off his hat and held it in front of his waist, giving Kit a look that told her to change the subject before he embarrassed both of them.

“We’ve all got our hands full here in Red Creek.” Jackson took Rori’s hand in his. “But we’ve each found our share of happiness. We’ll have faith that Cousin Mercy and her girls will find the same.”

“This is a season of miracles.” Kit snuggled up to Rogue. “There’s no reason why we can’t pray for more.”

The evening was enjoyable, filled with laughter, love and plenty of good food. By the time Rogue and Kit made it home, the ground was covered in a light dusting of snow and their house looked like a Thomas Kincade holiday home, lit up by twinkling lights. “Are you sleepy?” she asked him, keeping her fingers crossed that he wasn’t.

With his own game plan in mind, Rogue assured her. “Heck, no. I’m wide awake and rarin’ to go. What do you have in mind?”

“Hot chocolate by the Christmas tree? I have an early Christmas present to give you.”

“Oh, really?” He mused. “What could it be? A new tie?” He hoped not, the last time he’d worn a tie was the day he’d walked into the lawyer’s office for the reading of Dusty’s will. And he didn’t plan on wearing another anytime soon. “Some good-smelling men’s cologne?”

“Nope, I like the way you smell.” As they entered the house, she pointed to the kitchen. “There’s some homemade mix in a jar on the counter. Just add warm milk and I’ll be back with your present in a jiffy.”

Rogue did as she asked, but he also went to the desk in the next room and retrieved a small box. Opening it, he took out a diamond necklace. With a big grin, he went to the tree and hung it on a low branch. “Now, where’s the afghan?” he mused. When he located it, he spread it by the tree. The necklace hung near where her head would be when he laid Kit down to love on her. “There, that should do it.” Hurrying back to the kitchen, he rescued the milk before it boiled over, poured it into two mugs and added the hot chocolate mix.

In the interim, Kit was in the bedroom. “Damn, I never could tie a bow.” She glanced at herself in the mirror. Every inch of her body had been pampered, lotioned, perfumed and waxed. The next to nothing bra and panties were new and Rogue’s favorite color–green. And wrapped around her like a beauty queen’s sash was a bright red bow. “I hope you like what I got you for Christmas!” she called to him. Actually, she really had a gift for him hidden in plain sight on a thin gold bracelet at her wrist - a wedding band. She hadn’t had a chance to get him one before the wedding, and Kit thought this would be the perfect moment to rectify that situation.

“I’m sure I will. Come on out, the hot chocolate’s getting cold!”

One last look. “Ready or not, here I come.”

Rogue sat down on the rug, waiting. He had no idea what she was up to, but he suspected whatever it was, he’d enjoy it. He was watching the door when she walked through. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed, going to his feet to meet her. You don’t let a woman who looked like this walk alone. “You’re breathtaking.” He framed her face and gazed into her eyes. “You’re all I want for Christmas. Hell, you’re all I want for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, you’ve got me.” She went on tiptoe to kiss his lips.

“And I don’t plan on wasting a moment.” With hands and lips, he worshiped her body–inch by delicious inch. As he caressed her, Kit cradled his head when she could reach it or worked at getting his clothes off when she couldn’t.

“I hate to untie this bow, but I want to get to the good part of my gift, what’s inside the wrapping.” Tenderly he undressed her, removing the sash and peeling off the lingerie. By the time he was through, she was quivering with desire.

“I think I need to lie down. You’re making my knees weak.” Shedding the last of his clothes, he helped her down on the afghan. She didn’t notice the necklace, but that was okay. They had more important business to attend to at the moment. Coming over her, careful not to crush her delicate frame, he kissed and nipped at her throat. He was planning on starting at the top and making his way down to the bottom.

Kit writhed beneath him. When Rogue Walker set out to seduce, she was helpless to resist him. When he began to kiss and suckle at her breasts, she moaned her appreciation. As he massaged the generous mounds, his hands felt so good. She arched her back, thrusting her tits up, wordlessly begging him to continue. “Suck harder, Rogue. I love it!” He moaned and gave her what she asked for, her nipples were hard and puckered. He sucked on them like hard candy.

Her keening cry of arousal gave him the incentive to move a bit south. Smiling, he met her gaze. “Open your legs.”

“This was supposed to be my gift to you. I was going to go down…” She lost her words with he brushed the tips of his fingers over the pink, glistening lips of her sex.

“I would love that, but this–giving you pleasure–is the only gift I need.”

Kit wasn’t able to argue. Rogue was stealing her sanity–lick by lic
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as he tongued her from the small well of her vagina to the small pearl of her clit. Bucking her hips upward, she voiced pleas for him to continue. Being generous, he swirled the small bud with his tongue–tickling, tantalizing, teasing her with what was to come.

Rogue groaned his approval as her cream coated his tongue. She tasted like sunshine to him. Knowing they both needed more, he shifted his big body over hers. “Now for the gift I intend to claim every day for the rest of my life, or as long as they make Viagra.”

Remembering the time she’d slipped one in his drink, Kit got the giggles. “I don’t think you’ll ever need it. You’re way too virile.”

Her praise only made him harder. Holding her gaze, he placed the cock at the entrance to her soft body and thrust deep and hard. Both of them gasped at how good it felt. This wasn’t just sex for them, this coming together joined their hearts and souls. Her hands ran feverishly over his body as Rogue began to move. She lifted her face to his as he rained kisses on her face and neck. “You’re so good,” she moaned. “More, please.”

Surging forward, he moved in and out, touching her in all the right places. His engorged cock stroking into her aching pussy sent sparkles of fiery ecstasy up and down her spine.

Rogue held himself over her, flexing his hips, filling her over and over again. His balls drew up tight, eager to erupt–but he wouldn’t. This was for her, about her, it was always about her. Pushing deep, he slowed down, relishing how it felt to be deep inside of her. It was ecstasy, a feeling he’d never known before Kit.

“Move, baby,” she urged, lifting her hips. “I need you.”

Rogue sealed his mouth to hers as he pumped in and out, making love to his wife. She cradled him, her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders. “Better?”

“Almost,” she whimpered.

Rogue chuckled. “Almost?” Doubling his efforts, he powered forward, moving in and out of her tender pussy again and again.

“Now you got it,” she whispered the words as he set a rhythm that had them both groaning and gasping.

“Show me, baby. Fly, I’ll catch you.” His words combining with the pleasure of his possession sent Kit flying over the edge of the world. She shattered, quivering and shuddering in his arms. Her sweet cries, the way her little body shook in his arms, her delicate sex convulsing around his aching cock was more than he could take. The way she came, the flood of release that bathed his dick robbed him of any will or control to hold out–so he surrendered, shaking and shuddering, coming so hard he thought the top of his head would blow off.

“Hold me, Rogue. Hold me tight.”

He rolled to one side, carrying her along for the ride. She was everything to him. “I’ll never let you go.” They laid there until their breathing grew quiet and their hearts calmed to a steady beat. Kit lay with her head on his chest, staring at the tree. “Hey, what’s that?” she asked, reaching out. The glimmer of the diamond caught her out. “For me?”

Rogue snagged it from the low-hanging branch. “Yes, for you.”

“From Santa?” She asked with a teasing tone.

“Nope, that’s from your husband.” She sat up and he fastened the gleaming jewel around her neck, then kissed the spot where it nestled in her cleavage.

“I have something for you, too.” She held out her wrist and he saw the gold wedding band.

“A ring?”

She unfastened the bracelet, slipped it off and held out the token of her love. “I had it engraved. This is a companion piece to your bracelet.” Leaning closer to the tree, she used the glow to read it to him. “Rogue and Kit, Forever.” She smiled.

“It’s a good thing I have a big finger, that’s a lot of letters.”

“I’m glad all your parts are big,” she quipped as she slipped the ring on his finger. “Thank you for marrying me, Rogue.”

Gathering her close, he let out a long, satisfied sigh. “Thank you for being my wife.”

A noise sounded through the house. Clip-clop. Clip-clop.

“Is that the sound of reindeer hooves on the roof?” Kit asked with a smile.

“Nope, it’s Jester,” he laughed as the little horse came galloping into the living room, running straight to his stocking to see if any deposits had been made. “Santa hasn’t been here yet, you’ll have to be patient.”