Christmas Trip: Jessica
I had wanted to travel the world my whole life. It was my dream, but then I met Duane. Again. He had been my childhood annoyance. The boy that bugs you so bad you want to throw his shorts in a tree and leave him naked in a lake. Too specific? The point is, he got under my skin and we argued like there was no tomorrow.
Yet I fell for him. Coming back home after college had a purpose, but he muddled it all to hell for me. One minute I was saving up money and the next...
He had this way about him, headstrong and determined. He wanted something and would go for it, but there always had to be some damned plan. I guess we muddled each other's minds because he changed a little too. For me, he had been spontaneous, throwing caution to the wind.
For me, his dream girl. I still couldn't stop myself from smiling thinking of him saying such things to me. I am his dream, or so he tells me. In truth, he's mine too.
Of course, he's still a planner, but not always. For me, he bent the rules a little. He had wormed his way into my heart and changed my life for the better. I thought I wanted something else, to travel and see the world. That was before him. Before love.
The truth was, I wanted an adventure with him. My dreams wouldn't be as amazing as I wanted them to be if I were trekking across the map alone. No, I needed him. Our love made every place feel like home as much as it felt like a journey. His arms were where I wanted to lay every night. Where I wanted to dance around in under starlit skies.
Duane Winston, my red-bearded bear of a man. My thoughtful, clueless, big-hearted man of men. My heart's keeper.
"The fireplace is going."
His large arms wrapped around my waist and I couldn't help the sigh that left my mouth in contentment. Leaning back against him was instinctual as his warmth embedded into my skin.
"You're the best."
He shrugged, smiling as those promisingly sensual fingers of his pulled me in close.
"I know."
I laughed, couldn't help it. He had this big-headed way about himself that was balanced out by humor and unbridled sexiness. I didn't even want to try to stop myself from loving every part of him. Every part.
The way he led me to the fire, how he looked at me as I sat. When I looked up to catch his brilliant sapphire gaze I wanted nothing more than to strip right then and there. He was giving me a look that he had, not very long ago, swore was something I gave without shame. A hot look. A very hot look.
Sitting on an animal skin rug in front of a large stone fireplace I sighed in repeated content. He had reluctantly turned toward the kitchen, his backside just as good a view as the front. I wouldn't complain, that was for sure. This trip, being here with him, was nothing short of a miracle.
Normally the holidays were spent with family in Tennessee, but this year we had planned a trip to Scotland for Christmas. The flights were a mess, our luggage had almost been lost, and that was after both of our families scowled at the idea of missing us. Still, we remained strong in our resolve.
Now, as I looked at him in the kitchenette attached to this living area, I couldn't help but smile. A record player serenaded us from the corner of the room, instrumentals playing softly as I continued to watch Duane. The love of my life.
Was I being silly looking at him as if this were our first night together and I was a teenager on the brink of puberty? All full of hormones and feeling frightfully frisky? Maybe, but who cares? We had this little cabin all to ourselves for the next week and I was not about to waste a moment of that time acting innocent and sweet.
Oh no. I was going to make sure he never forgot this trip. Him and his large, well-endowed, circumcised penis.
