Admittedly I have much love for Leah and Brandon. Megan and I co-wrote two books – Taking Care of Business and No Reservations featuring my couple, Dix and Kate and Megan’s couple, Leah and Brandon. It was great to revisit them after their wedding…
Here’s the blurb:
Naughty is Nice
Newlyweds Leah and Brandon Long are finally taking a honeymoon. But just a few days into their Christmas-in-Vail vacation, Leah takes a tumble on the slopes, severely spraining her ankle. Being stuck indoors isn’t so bad though: the luxurious chalet boasts a hot tub and cozy fireplace. Besides, sitting with her feet up while Brandon serves her in every way a man can serve a woman is exactly how both of them like to spend their time.
Leah would be in heaven, if only Brandon didn’t insist on playing with the dynamic of their relationship. With kinky sex and deep conversation the only things on the agenda, Leah can’t avoid the discussion of how things might change. Will she be ready to take their marriage to the next level in the New Year?
UNWRAPPED by MEGAN HART
Copyright 2010, Megan Hart
All Rights Reserved, Carina Press
Releasing individually and as part of the Naughty and Nice Anthology
It was billed in the brochure as a “romantic, moonlit getaway” and “a festive holiday sleigh ride through snowy pastures decorated for the season in a spectacular display of animated lights set to classic carols and holiday tunes.” There’d been nothing about waiting in line for forty minutes in frigid air for a two-person sleigh instead of a horse-drawn hay wagon that could carry thirty people. Nor that, though the cider and hot chocolate and coffee was free and plentiful, the port-o-potties were clear on the other side of the building and not marked. Or that the horses announced just what they thought of the whole situation by dropping their fragrant piles all over the place.
“You warm enough?” Brandon rubbed Leah’s mitten-clad hands between his thick gloves.
She leaned against him, her head on his shoulder, her bad foot propped up on a little pile of snow he’d pushed together to make a footstool for her. “Yep. That cider smells amazing.”
“You want some?”
She laughed. “I think one adventure to the porta-john was enough, don’t you?”
“We’re next, anyway,” Brandon said just as the white sleigh decorated with boughs of holly—and whatever the fa-la-la that other stuff was—jingled to a stop in the line. He stood, joints creaking from the cold, then bent to help her up.
Getting to the sleigh was slightly less of an adventure than taking her to the bathroom had been, and they were both giggling by the end of it as he helped her into the high seat. The driver looked over his shoulder at them, his scarf pulled up high on his mouth, his hat pulled low over his eyes.
“You guys ready?”
Leah settled onto the leather seat and pulled aside the thick quilts to make room for Brandon. “Hi.”
The driver ducked his head at her as the horse stamped impatiently, blowing out a breath into the cold air. “Hiya.”
Brandon took his seat and pulled the quilts up over their legs. “Warm. God.”
“The ride lasts about forty-five minutes, maybe a bit longer if we get backed up at some of the more popular attractions,” the driver said, sounding bored. “Prepare to be amazed by the coordinated light-and-music display of holiday cheer.”
“He sounds totally cheerful,” Leah whispered in Brandon’s ear when the driver turned back and clucked at the horses. “I’m amazed by his enthusiasm.”
Brandon leaned in to nuzzle at her cheek and murmur, “He’s probably It’s A Small World and Jingled Belled out. Just guessing.”
The sleigh jerked into motion, the horse setting off at a lazy pace. The driver chucked at it again and it went a little faster for a few steps, then slowed again. Leah got the giggles beside him as they pulled away from the waiting area and headed across a dark, snowy field. Just beyond them, down the dip of a hill, they could see the glow of what Brandon was sure was going to be a holiday display of the cheesiest proportions, but for now the sky was still dark enough that he could tip his face back and stare up at the bright points of the stars.
“So much for moonlight,” he said.
“I like it better this way. Dark.” Leah’s hand crept into his lap to give his crotch a sexy squeeze. “And the stars are so pretty.”
Brandon shifted his knees apart to give her better access, though he was pretty sure she wasn’t going to keep going. “Yeah.”
He breathed in the cold air that felt even colder now that they had the weight of the blankets on them. Cheesetastic and expensive it might be, but a sleigh ride at Christmastime with his wife was exactly as romantic as the brochure had promised.
Her fingers tightened briefly on his half-hard dick and pulled away as the sleigh went over the edge of the hill and down, the horse moving a little faster and the lights ahead of them now bright. They could hear the music, too, tinny at this distance but still familiar. It was, indeed, “It’s a Small World.”
The driver slowed the horse as it approached the first path of lighted displays, because as he’d predicted, they’d caught up to the hay wagon in front of them. The displays were pretty typical, tube lighting outlining traditional Christmas scenes. A house, a sleigh, a carousel. Reindeer that moved their heads up and down. All set to music.
“Pretty.” The lights reflected on Leah’s face, green and blue and red. She was smiling at the scenes in front of them.
“You’re prettier,” he said into her ear.
She looked at him. “Oh, am I?”
This time, he slipped his hand into her lap and pressed gently. He grinned. “Uh huh.”
He thought she’d shake her head or simply push his hand away, but to his delight, his wife just shifted on the seat, opening her thighs a little wider. There wasn’t much he could do through the denim of her jeans, but…well…he sure could try.
“Oh. Elves,” Leah murmured, her gaze on the first display they’d finally pulled up in front of. She rocked her hips just enough against his hand that he knew she wasn’t paying one damned bit of attention to the elves. “Look at the elves, Brandon.”
He did, not because he was worried the driver could see what was going on beneath the layers of quilts, but because Leah had told him to. Because it was sexy this way, something forbidden, something he was doing that normally she wouldn’t allow but he knew she really, really liked.
The next display was of a house with Santa’s sleigh on top and a fat Santa in front, waving in a steady metronome. The music had changed to a chorus of what sounded like castrati singing “O Tannenbaum.” Leah wrinkled her nose but didn’t look away from the lights and music. Didn’t look at him. She drew in a breath as he watched her.
With his fingers inside her, his mouth on her pussy, Brandon could usually tell what was working for her. But here, with the barriers of clothing between them, unable to sink into her heat or even able to tell if he was pressing her clit or some random spot, all he had to go on was the subtle shift of her expression.
Making his wife come was always a challenge, not because she had a hard time achieving orgasm but because, in purely feminine fashion, there was way more to getting her off than hitting the right spots. He could go down on her for an hour, and if she was worried about paying the mortgage, she might never come. If he switched up the pace too much, if the phone rang, if something on the television sounded too loud, she could lose her concentration. It seemed to him that a haphazard pressure against her clit through her jeans, jostling by the sleigh hitting bumps in the snowy path—hell, the entirely unsexy sound of adolescent boys with their nuts cut off singing about a Christmas tree—all of that should probably have made it really difficult for him to make her come.
But something told him she was getting close, anyway.
His dick was pressing almost painfully against his zipper, but he didn’t care. He’d get his later or suffer the ache of blue balls, it didn’t matter. For the moment, all Brandon really cared about was seeing if he could pull this off. Get her off. Make her lose a tiny bit of the control she so prided herself on keeping.
She wasn’t stopping him, but she wasn’t helping. Hadn’t unzipped her jeans to let him slip his fingers inside. Unspoken, she’d made rules he had to follow. Brandon bit the inside of his cheek against his grin. He could do that. No problem.
The people on the hay wagon ahead of them were cheering at something but had stalled again. The sleigh wasn’t moving. The driver stared ahead, maybe sullen or bored, maybe just discreet. All around them the music went on and on while Santa waved in a steady tick-tock.
Tick, tock. Press, release. Over and over, Brandon pushed his knuckles against her.
Her lips parted. Just slightly. She didn’t say anything, didn’t look at him.
It was enough to tell him he was on the right path.
Leah let out a tiny cry when the sleigh started up again, and it sounded like it could’ve been because she was startled by the sudden jerk. But Brandon knew better. He didn’t change the pressure, though, or the pace. They passed by the Santa and on to the next display, but he kept up the same steady tick-tock of his knuckles against her.
The ride was, as the driver had predicted, closer to an hour than forty-five minutes. By the end of it, Leah’s eyelashes had begun to flutter in a familiar way and, when she forced herself to focus, her eyes had a certain glaze in them that Brandon loved. She stumbled getting out of the sleigh, and he caught her, but he was pretty sure this time it had nothing to do with her sore ankle.
“Get me home,” she muttered into his ear as he helped her stand upright. “As fast as possible.”
Today’s prize is a copy of Megan Hart’s newest release, The Challenge:
Katie Donato and Dean Manion are total opposites. She’s straight, he’s gay. She’s a serial monogamist, he’s never been into commitment. But they both love sex, and a challenge.
So when Katie tells Dean she thinks she could pleasure him better than he could ever satisfy her, he dares her to prove it—by sleeping together. Soon Katie and Dean are taking their friendship to places they never imagined.
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