An Unbelievable Christmas Collection: Told by the WAGs, Vol. 2: Unbelievable, #10

By Garnet Davenport

The collection you've been waiting for to finish out the series is coming this Christmas!

Deleted scenes from each of our couples first Christmases together. No one ever expected to have such an Unbelievable Christmas.

Ronnie and Blake
Jen and Ryan
Soumaya and Dom
Zeri and Luther

**With a bonus summary of their kids and what they've been up to.**

For mature audiences only. 18+

• Language: English
• Publisher: Garnet Davenport
• Release date: Dec 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215524374

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PART 5: BLAKE AND RONNIE

10 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS

How are you feeling? Blake asked me for the gazillionth time that day.

I’m a little annoyed, I answered through my teeth.

He looked down between us. My body was still feeling a little uncomfortable about sexy times but also in need of an orgasm. What the fuck did he think he was doing? Was he trying to see if my vagina needed him to stop? He looked back up into my eyes and supported his weight over me on his left forearm beside my head.

We can wait.

Are you freaking kidding me? I growled out in frustration.

No, if you’re not ready, we can wait. I know you’ve been getting up in the middle of the night.

I swear to God, if you don’t give me an orgasm, I’m going to return what I got you for Christmas.

He slowly pushed forward. His eyes staring straight into mine as his length entered me fully.

You better give me what I want, I said.

Anything for you, Trouble, he said just before kissing my lips.

His hips started moving, giving him the best angle to find the elusive g-spot. I’ve read a thousand books where the sex just isn’t what the woman needs. It’s not until our heroine finds her hero that you get that ‘can’t-eat, can’t-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, World Series kind of stuff.’ I was looking for that. Thank you to Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen for making one of the best parent trap movies of all times. Not that I knew I’d find the one with the very first person I’d fallen in love with. Blake hadn’t even been a possibility a couple of years ago.

He licked at my nipples, making them harden and bud with arousal. He always was the only one who could get me where I needed to be. Even as I made videos for Submit, I could only think of him as I pleasured myself.

Put your hands over your head, he ordered in panting breaths.

I reached over my head to grab at the edge of the mattress. My back arched, giving him better access to my nipples. I loved the way he played with my nipples. I needed more from him.

You’re so wet.

Come on, Detective, fuck me, I huskily whispered beside his ear.

Fuck. He hissed. I want to fuck you raw.

I moaned. Yes, please.

A slight knocking came from outside the bedroom door. I froze and looked over toward the door.

Did you hear that? I asked.

My nerves had been on edge every time I heard any little noise. I was pretty sure Blake felt the same way, even though he never said it. He backed away from me, knowing I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on anything until I knew for sure, and then looked out of the window.

I’ll be right back, he said tossing the top blanket over my body and pulling on his boxer briefs.

He went out of the bedroom, and that was when Blake slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.

I wrapped the blanket tighter around my body.

What the fuck, man? I heard Blake ask whoever he was talking to.

Please tell me my baby sister is not in your bed in the middle of the fucking day. Ryan all but growled.

It iiiiiissssss… this would look a fuck ton worse if it wasn’t her. He sighed in frustration. What are you doing here, man? Didn’t we talk about you using the key to come in and check on your sister anytime you feel like it?

"Yeah, the keyword there is that she’s my sister."

"Yeah, and she’s my girlfriend. I’m surprised we’re even having this conversation… again."

Ronnie? Ryan called out.

I picked up Blake’s shirt from off the floor and put it on and then walked out of our bedroom to find the two most important men in my life in a staring contest.

I audibly sighed. One of you is going to have to blink eventually, I said, walking past them into the kitchen and grabbing a Boost Cola from the fridge. It's the only thing worth drinking these days. They won’t let me drink alcohol, and nothing else is doing the job to take the edge off.

They crossed their arms over their chests in sync with each other as they continued their childish stare-down.

I sighed again, Why are you here, Ryan?

It took him a moment longer before Ryan conceded and turned to look at me.

It’s Jen.

Is something wrong? I blurted out.

With everything that had happened in the last couple of months, Jen and I have become so much closer. We got each other to open up and even joined a support group of women who had been attacked.

I thanked God each and every day after that one that it hadn’t been worse for me. Then after getting Blake home from the hospital, we were both on eggshells around each other. He had wanted to protect me, and I had wanted to protect him. It wasn’t until we basically combusted at each other that we sat down and really talked. He let me take care of him, and I let him take care of me. Now, we are good at letting the other do more for us.

No. Yes. I don’t know. I think she needs a break, but she won’t take a break, and she won’t talk to me. I was kind of hoping you could talk with her; see if there’s something wrong.

If Jen doesn’t want to talk, I know she’s not going to talk. That woman has more security than Fort Knox.

Seriously, Ryan said under his breath.

Look, I’ll talk with her, but it’s not going to happen right this second. I’ll invite her out for lunch or something. I’m not guaranteeing anything. You knew Jen was a private person when you decided she was the one.

You had to pick my best friend, he snapped back at me.

Yes I did, I said, smugly. He does this one thing—

NOOOO! NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH! he shouted, putting his fingers into his ears.

Fine, then you better go so you don’t get a front row seat. I wasn’t done getting my afternoon quickie.

Blake covered his face with his hand. Definitely a sign of embarrassment. Maybe even a little bit of regret.

Oh, stop. You knew who I was when you fucked me the first time.

He sighed out a groan. Stop. I beg of you, he said in a flat tone.

Why would I do that? I asked, stepping closer to him, getting up on my tip-toes, and then putting my arms around his neck so I could kiss him.

There was a draft. My ass was showing. I knew it was. My brother was more than likely horrified, like always.

Fuck. Ryan hissed and then marched out the door, slamming it behind him.

Against my lips, Blake said, You know what I’d like?

Hmm?

I’d like for us to have just one day where your brother doesn’t stick his nose into our business, one of those girlfriends of yours doesn’t do the same, and neither one of us ends up nearly dead.

Ooo, I breathed out and licked my lips, I don’t know if I can work with those kinds of restrictions.

He chuckled under his breath just before he looked into my eyes as if he was snatching my soul for him to keep. I am so in love with you. I don’t even think the fear of death taking me away from you would stop me from loving you.

Well damn, if that wasn’t a declaration.

It sure was, he said, picking me up, letting his hands cover and spread my ass cheeks as my legs wrapped around his hips. He backed me up to the counter in the kitchen and started kissing my neck.

Yes, do a little more of that. I moaned.

I noticed he had stopped and was looking away from me.

What are you looking at?

H…hold on, he said, making sure I wouldn’t fall off of the counter and then went over to the door and locked and chained it. Just in case.

He was hard. I could see every detail of his cock beneath his boxer briefs. I wanted him so badly. My body ached for him. We hadn’t been physical for very long before everything had happened. We took time in between each time we fucked. Between my hesitation in the beginning and him healing from getting shot, it wasn’t a priority–just being with each other was.

Good thinking. Now, come fuck me like you mean it.

He hurried back over to me, wiggling out of his boxer briefs and then pulling my ass closer to the edge of the counter. He pulled his shirt over my head to reveal my naked body to him before he lined himself up to my core. I’m going to get you every day for the rest of your life.

Our lives. You’re not going anywhere. And if you think you are, you better think again. I’ll go to hell to bring you back.

He thrust forward, entering me in one motion. I wrapped my arms around him, but he took them and pulled them behind me.

Yes, he panted, mine. He finished with a growl as he joined my hands together behind my back, leaning me backward as his lips found my nipples.

Yours. I breathed out a gasp of pleasure.

Blake pounded into me, shaking the counter so much I thought we’d rip it from the wall.

I’m getting close, I whispered, lying back with my arms over my head.

His hands went all over my body while he fucked me. His fingers pinched at my nipples. He covered my small breasts with his palms.

Me too. He panted as his hands moved to my shoulders, giving him more leverage to slam inside of me.

Yes! I cried out.

The restriction Blake caused for me made my body light up like a Christmas tree. The precision of excellence rubbing against my clit was tremendous. He was rubbing perfectly against me and working me to my orgasm.

Just as I was almost at completion, Blake squeezed his eyes shut, arched upward, giving me just exactly what I needed to be pushed over the edge. I swear I went blind for a good solid five seconds.

Panting, Blake softly released his grip on my shoulders and straightened up. His chest was rising and falling in rapid succession.

I like the kitchen sex, I said, moving to give him a quick kiss.

Yeah. Me too, he said in between breaths.

He had worked hard to give me what I needed. I knew that plain, boring Blake Handcock was going to be a wild alpha in bed. There was no way he wasn’t going to be a fucking god while he wielded his man meat. He was way too restrictive with everything else he does in life not to be a beast sexually. I loved his dominance. He was never overly dominant but takes the lead and never leaves me wanting.

You’re going to have to shower before you go meet up with Mason, I said, walking my fingers from his belly button to his chest where I put my hand on his shoulder.

Why am I spending the day with Mason? he asked as he pulled himself from me.

Not the day. You’re actually making sure Mason gets off to practice on time and that he doesn’t become overloaded with all things baby.

He’s overloaded? Blake asked, confused.

The last time we were over to their house and spent time with Mason, he had a really good handle on the whole dad thing.

Not overloaded per se, but Makenna said he was having separation issues when her mom came over so he could be at his late practices.

He chuckled. Yeah, okay. I could see how that’s a problem.

Yeah, she said he’s been late for practice six times. Their coach is done with his shit.

He snickered as he helped me get off the counter without ripping the skin from my ass since I was suctioned to the countertop.

My ass pulled up from the counter with a pop and then he set me on the linoleum. He looked straight into my eyes and then kissed the hell out of me. When he finally pulled away, I was breathless.

I looked up into his eyes and said, Come on, your jizz is going to be running down my thigh if we don’t get in there.

"That sounds like a you problem," he said.

Remembering the way he had left me immobilized on the bed when he answered the door and I was able to insinuate a particularly fun threesome where he’d be enjoying the sausage more than me, I could only respond with an answer that showed him how truly terrified he should be. Don’t underestimate my ability to make this an us problem.

Without saying a word, he bent forward, lifting me over his shoulder—fireman style—smacking me on the ass as he proceeded to take me into the bathroom.

While we were getting dressed, we kept making eye contact with each other and smiling.

W-what? I asked, giggling.

I just can’t believe how lucky I got.

I got pretty lucky myself… I stepped into my shoes, sitting down on the bed to tie the laces, and then continued, I mean, have you seen your ass? I finished looking over my shoulder at him with a smirk.

I’ve seen your ass, he said, stepping closer to me, pushing me back onto the bed, covering my body with his and kissing me. It’s pretty spectacular.

I giggled. No, we’ve got to get going.

He sighed. Fine.

Blake and I had decided that going back to work with Dr. Gallagher at the dentist's office wasn’t the best idea after everything that had happened. I told him it wasn’t going to be that bad, but when he heard about the day I had, only to come home to what I had, he just shook his head and said I should find something I actually like to do. Submit was not going to be it. The girls I met were amazing, but it wasn’t my life’s goal to masturbate on camera for men. Mr. Tandy, the owner of Submit, was extremely kind. He didn’t want any of the information getting out to the press so he bought our silence. I’m basically living off of that and probably could for the next decade.

I realized it wasn’t his fault an employee was doing shady shit. But keeping it out of the news was still better for his business, and it’s not like he hadn’t had the money to offer. In the end, I signed a crap ton of papers, and we moved on with a check for a half million in my hand. Blake and Ryan are the only ones who know I received a payout from Submit. They hadn't wanted anyone to know there was footage out there on the internet of me pleasuring my bean. Even if part of the deal was that the entire account was deleted. There will always be a possibility that some perv out there screen recorded or somehow was able to save the video.

When we got to the gate, Jimmy, our favorite guard, was there.

Hey there, he said, coming out of the guard’s house and greeting us. Which one are you here to see?

Mason and Makenna, Ryan said.

Alright, let me give them a call, he said, starting to walk away.

Um, can you call Makenna? She’s at work, and she’s just worried about Mason and Emmalynn.

He chuckled and nodded his head as he walked back into the guard’s house.

It hadn’t taken long before he was back and nodded us through the gate. Blake drove through to their house. I’m sure Mason was going to be a little surprised.

We got out and walked up to the door. All the guys were installing cameras at their front doors since Rocco ended up with a cute little pink bundle dropped off at his door in ding-dong-ditch style. Over half of the NHL Badgers now lived in the gated neighborhood along with several of the NFL Scavengers. It was starting to become a hotspot for Pittsburgh’s sports elite.

I didn’t mind. They were all attractive. Not that I’d say that to Blake. I love my man in blue. Well, when he wore his uniform. Most of the time, he’s in street clothes. It keeps people from looking at the uniform when he’s asking questions. The blue uniform was a projection of power and intimidation. While that typically would always be a good thing when you’re up against a bank robber, Blake and Ryan are normally with grieving families, witnesses, and suspects, and they need to get them to let their guard down.

I rang the doorbell, and just a moment later, Mason’s voice was barreling through the speaker.

What do you want?

Snuggles with the cutest little girl in town, I called out.

She sent you, didn’t she? He growled like a bear.

Yes, but that’s because she loves you and knows your coach is going to chew your ass up for being late again.

It was nearly an entire minute before we heard anything back.

Fine.

And that was all we got. Another minute before he came to unlock the door.

You know it’s cold outside, right? I said, taking my scarf and coat off.

He stood there holding Emmalynn as if we were going to take her from him.

I folded my arms across my chest.

What? he asked.

Seriously? You should be nearly ready. This is exactly what Makenna was talking about. You can’t keep being late. Where’s Makenna’s mom?

On the way.

Good. Now, let me have the little peanut, and you go get ready.

He looked down at Emmalynn and then up at me. It took him a moment, but then he looked over my shoulder at the very intimidating Detective Handcock.

He knows CPR if that helps you walk away.

No, not really.

Give her to me and go shower. I can smell you from here.

He gasped in shock.

Dude, you kinda do.

He sniffed his armpit and shrugged. I worked out this morning.

I held my hands out, expecting him to place her in my arms. But instead, he stepped around me and handed her to Blake.

Well, that was rude, I said, folding my arms over my chest.

As Blake cuddled the cutest little bundle against his chest, I swooned. Like a literal swoon. I felt my ovaries scream at me, You’re not getting any younger! And even if that was true, I’m not ready for kids. I could see it in Blake’s eyes that he wanted to see me barefoot and pregnant. He’d been implying a bun in my oven since he was physically able to get through a