Out of Time (Out of Line #2) (Volume 2) (15 page)

I didn’t even have time to crash and burn before he was in between my legs, his mouth fastening to mine and his erection pressing against my throbbing clit. All it took was one bump from him, and I came again—miraculously and explosively.

He deepened the kiss, his teeth digging into my lower lip, and then thrust inside me with one quick stroke. I closed my legs around him, digging my high heels into his bare ass, and clung to him for dear life. He moved fast and hard and heavenly. I wrapped my arms around him and dug my nails in, lifting my hips to take more of him.

The pressure was building up again, driving me higher and higher until I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to come back down. But then he swirled his tongue over mine and changed his angle, brushing against my clit, and I did crash down.

But first, oh my God, I soared. I freaking flew.

He thrust into me one last time, deep, before he tensed over me, breaking off the kiss long enough to utter, “
Carrie
.”

He made my name sound like a miracle or some amazing thing only he could have, and I didn’t know what to say in reply. So I wrapped my arms around him and clung tight, squeezing my eyes shut. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered, his face buried against my neck. He kissed me gently, right under my ear. “I’m going to miss you so damn much.”

I swallowed hard. “I’ll miss you, too.”

It was almost funny. I’d been so high moments ago, but now I was back on the ground, and I didn’t want to let go of him.

I didn’t want to let go because I knew once I did…

He would leave me.

I finished my lasagna pretty quickly and studied her from across the candlelit table. She was still eating, so she wasn’t watching me like I was watching her. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t looked up in a while. I knew why. She was sad I was leaving, and I wished I could take it back, almost. Wished I hadn’t agreed to leave. But if I hadn’t, then next year it would have been war.

I’d only have been delaying the inevitable. At least this way it was on my terms.

And once it was over, well, then I’d have Carrie. And I’d never leave her side again, if I had any say. I picked up my champagne and finished it with one swallow. I had to be up bright and early at five a.m. tomorrow, but I could indulge a
little
. No matter how I looked at it, or how many ways I tried to spin it into some bright shiny angle that would make me feel better, I was leaving the woman I loved behind. And I didn’t fucking like it.

“You’re awfully quiet over there, Ginger.”

Her head snapped up and she swallowed her last bite. Picking up the cloth napkin with the Christmas tree on the corner I’d bought just for this dinner, she swiped it over her mouth and picked up her glass of champagne. After taking a hearty sip, she cleared her throat and smiled at me.

It was a strained smile. She was trying to hide how upset she was that I was leaving. “I was busy enjoying the dinner you made. It was delicious.”

“Thank you. It’s all part of the plan.” I stood up and grabbed the bottle. I stopped at her side and wiggled it in the air. “You ready for a refill yet, slowpoke?”

“Usually you yell at me for drinking too much.” She downed the rest of her drink and extended her arm, so I filled her glass and then mine. “Now you want me to drink more? Make up your mind.”

In the background, Perry Como crooned on about a white Christmas. The flickering candlelight played with the shadows across her face. I smiled down at her and held out my free hand. “Well, tonight it’s Christmas Eve, so the rules don’t apply.”

She slipped her hand into mine and I helped her stand. Once she was on her feet, I led her over to the bare tree. “Look up.”

She did, her long, graceful neck arching as she did so. “Ah.” She chuckled and tightened her hand on mine. “Mistletoe. That means we have to—”

I kissed her, not giving her a chance to say another word. When I pulled back, I rested my forehead on hers and clenched my glass tighter. “Kiss.”

This moment right now? Fucking perfect.

“Mmhm.” She smiled up at me, finally looking not so sad. “Are we going to dress this naked tree or what?”

“Of course.” I dropped her hand and cleared my throat. “Do you want colored lights or white? I bought both because I wasn’t sure.”

“Mom only let us use white. She said it was more elegant, and that the future President of the United States deserved elegant,” she said, her eyes latched on the tree. I reached for the white lights, figuring she’d want to make it like home. “So colored, please.”

I froze, the white lights in my hand. “You don’t want it the same?”

“Nope.” She set her glass down and spun on me, her eyes shining. “We’re not them. Why should we have the same things? I want cheeseburgers and beer, not caviar and three-hundred-year-old scotch. I want lasagna and mistletoe kisses, not press photos and chaste handholding. I want this. Us. And nothing you do or try to transform will change that. You make me happy. This makes me happy, and I love you so much for being
you
.”

The breath slammed out of my chest and I swear I might have staggered back, her honesty hit me that hard. She really liked me just like I was, and that fucking amazed me. “Then you’ll have this every year. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“I want you and only you.” She curled her hands around my neck. “So come back home safely, or I might shrivel up and die.”

My gut twisted and curled until I thought I might hurl all over her pretty dress she’d worn for me. The words were lovely and sweet, and I knew she intended them as such, but the thought of me dying and her being ruined by it made me sick. Fucking
sick
.

I’d never had someone depend on me like this. Need me like this. Not even my father. He’d be upset, but he would move on. She needed me, and
damn it
, I needed her.

I rested my cheek on the top of her head, which was a hell of a lot closer with those
fuck me
shoes on, and closed my eyes. “Sweetheart, I promise you that I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

“Good.” She rubbed her nose against my chest. “That’s all I need to know.”

I tightened my arms around her again. “Now let’s get this tree decorated so I can give you my present.”

“I don’t have one for you.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “I didn’t know we were doing Christmas early.”

“You don’t have to give me anything.” I kissed the top of her head and reluctantly let go of her. “You’re all the present I need.”

“I could tell you the same thing,” she said, cocking her brow in a perfect imitation of me. “But you got me something anyway, didn’t you?”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

I opened the box of colored lights. “Because I want to spoil you rotten.”

“So do I.” She bent over and pulled out a white angel. “This is cute.”

“You can’t do that yet. It’s last.”

She turned to me, the angel perched between her fingers. “Says who?”

“Me.” I pulled out the lights. “And, like, every single Christmas movie
ever
made.”

She waved the angel under my nose. “Remember? No movies as a kid?”

“Poor, depraved child,” I said, grinning at her. “Don’t worry. I have the best Christmas movie in store for tonight.”

“What’s that?”

“
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation
.”

She laughed. “It sounds interesting.”

“Ginger, you have no idea.” I handed her the end to the string of lights. “Hold that.”

“I’ve never done this before.” She frowned at the green corded lights in her hand. “Be warned.”

I shook my head and squatted at the bottom of the tree. She was close enough that I had an interesting view up her skirt. I’d feel like a pervert staring up at her, but hell, she was mine and I was hers. I was allowed to look. “Just wrap it around like this.” I wrapped it around the base of the tree. “And make sure you don’t wrap yourself in it.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not that bad.”

“If you say so.” I stood and wrapped the light around her legs. “Oops. Would you look at that?”

She burst into laughter and stepped free, her heel getting tangled in the little spot between the cords. “You’re such a dork.”

“You mean I’m adorkable, right?”

“Oh yeah. So much so.” She snorted. “Help me out some more, will ya?”

We spent the next few minutes joking around and putting the lights on the branches. As I reached high, using the last of the lights, she stood back and wrapped her arms around herself. She looked happy enough, but she looked pretty damned sad, too. I bent over and picked up the plug. “You ready to see our handiwork?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding at me with a smile. “Do it.”

I plugged them in and crawled out from underneath of the tree. I stood up, brushing my hands off, and cringed. There was a whole spot in the front of the middle that had no lights.
None
. “Holy shit, we suck.”

She turned her head to the side, squinting. “If you look really,
really
closely, you can see the extra lights we put in the back shining though the tree.”

“Hm.” I squinted and turned my head. She was right. I snapped my fingers. “I’ve got it.” I crossed the room and slowly turned the tree. “Tell me when it looks best.”

She tapped her chin and watched with all the scrutiny she would if someone had told her there would be a quiz later. Must be that attention to detail that would help her become an occupational therapist.

She brightened. “Right there. That looks good.”

I stopped turning it and went back to her side. She was right. It looked perfect now. “Well, the window will get a bad view, but it looks good to me.”

“Totally.” She nodded decisively and headed for the couch. “Do you want the red balls or the green ones?”

“Green. Duh.”

She laughed. “Sor-
ry
.”

I slapped her on the ass, playful and silly. “The red ones are for my Ginger.”

“And green are because…?”

“I like green.” I shrugged. “I didn’t really care what I had, only you.”

“Is green your favorite color?”

“It used to be. Now it’s the color of your eyes.” I should have kicked myself in the nuts for that sappy sentiment. It sounded corny, but it was true. “They don’t have a lot of blue ones, though. Mostly gold, silver, red, and green.”

She swallowed hard and smiled. “Right. Christmas colors.”

I hung an ornament, and watched her out of the corner of my eye. “My buddy Hernandez will be watching you while I’m gone.”

She stopped with a ball half on the tree. “I hadn’t even thought of that option. My dad’s okay with it?”

“Yeah, he is.” I guided her hand to the tree, urging her to hang the ball. “He’ll be staying here so he can watch you close enough. I gave him a copy of the key earlier today.”

She nodded and pulled out another ornament. “So no more free showers here, huh?”

“Nope. You’ll have to slum it with the rest of the freshmen.”

“Hey, that’ll be you soon, too.” She peeked at me out of the corner of her eye. “You’ll be a grade under me.”

“Fuck, you’re right.” I moved to the other side of the tree so we didn’t get another bare spot. “You’ll be robbing the cradle.”

She snorted. “Oh yeah. Let me tell you.”

Talking about the future made me feel a little better about what was coming tomorrow. We’d get through this and everything would be fine. We just had to keep the faith. I couldn’t wait to enter this new life with Carrie at my side.

And I couldn’t wait to be the man I knew I could be with her by my side.

If Captain Richards asked me where I wanted to be in ten years, I’d have an answer for him. I’d want to be right here, decorating a sloppy tree with Carrie. Maybe with a baby in my arms. That’s where I wanted to be.

And I would be, damn it.

When we were finished, I guided her to the couch. After I had her seated and refilled with champagne—though I left mine empty since it was after midnight—I pulled out the long, skinny red box from the coffee table. It was next to my Glock, which Carrie was looking at with pursed lips.

“Are you bringing that with you?” she asked, swiping her hands across her dress.

“I am.” I pushed it aside. I’d been cleaning it earlier, and left it out to dry. “It’s kinda necessary in my job.”

“You don’t wear it here.”

“It’s not a hostile envir—” I broke off, realizing I was about to blurt out shit I wasn’t supposed to. And she, of course, knew what I’d been about to say. “I mean, it’s different.”

She paled and bit down on her lip. “Right.”

“Carrie…” I leaned forward and smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “Enough sad talk. Let’s focus on this, because it’s after midnight. That means it’s Christmas Day.”

She curled her hands into fists. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” I pressed my lips to hers, savoring the kiss. Soon enough, we’d be falling asleep, and I’d be leaving. “Santa brought you a present.”

She took the box from me, her gaze locked with mine. “I still wish I had something for you.”

“You can give it to me after I come back. Now open it.”

She nodded and ripped open the present. She ran her hands over the velvet case, her head lowered so I couldn’t make out the expression on her face. When she flipped open the lid, she gasped and touched the pendant of the necklace I’d picked out for her.

It was yellow gold, and it had a sun hanging off the delicate chain. I shifted my weight, wondering if she’d get the significance behind the gift.

She looked up at me, tears in her eyes. “The sun’s finally shining,” she said softly. The tears that had filled her eyes just seconds before spilled over, and she threw herself at me. “I l-love it. Thank you.”

I hugged her close, blinking because my eyes were stinging for some strange reason. “The sun will continue to shine because I have you. And you have me. Nothing will change that, okay?”

She nodded against my shoulder, her shoulders trembling as she cried. I held her close, making shushing sounds and saying words I didn’t even pay attention to. Hell, I’d have promised her the moon and the stars if it would make her smile again.

Anything for her.

By the time she pulled back, her mascara was all over her cheeks and she was a wreck, but she’d never looked more perfect to me. I swiped my thumbs across her face, but I only smeared her makeup even worse.

“Want me to help you put it on?” I asked, my voice coming out strained.

She nodded and handed me the box. After I took out the necklace, she lifted her hair so I could clasp it on. After it was securely fastened, I kissed the back of her neck and she shivered. “Thank you,” she said.

I nodded. “You ready for bed, or do you want to watch the movie?”

“Bed. I want to hold you until I have to let go.”

My heart twisted. “Deal.”

I led her to the bed and pulled back the covers, once we were naked, we made love. I held her in my arms until she fell asleep. The last thought on my mind, before I gave in to the overwhelming exhaustion that had been hitting me ever since I found out I was leaving, was that something that was this good couldn’t possibly end badly.

We deserved our happily ever after, damn it.