Her Secret Santa - Miley Maine Page 0,47

palm and rub against my body as I held her close to me. I was tired, but at peace. Lately we’d been working so hard trying to get her prepared for any kind of physical conflict. It was time for a good break.

That morning, I woke her up early and took her to the gym inside the mansion where we did some rounds with the heavy bag. I showed her the basic punches and then we went through a couple easy grappling holds and judo throws. The martial arts were coming fairly easily to Julie. She was a fast learner. She was nimbler and more athletic than I expected. She was tough, a natural fighter. All of this turned me on a great deal about her. She was fast, strong, and when she really pushed herself, she could be quite the formidable opponent.

And now we were relaxing after a good dinner by the campfire. I figured we would maybe roast some marshmallows later, tell ghost stories—all that goofy kid stuff. And at some point, we might end up doing something very naked together. I’d been ready and turned on since earlier when she was helping me put the tent up. Watching Julie’s wonderful ass writhing in my face was enough to make me grab her and take her right then and there. I didn’t need a reason, right?

I smile at the thought of taking her right then and there. I could easily pull her pants down, then the panties, and enjoy some easy access to the goods. And what goods they were. We’d been making love almost every single night since I’d found her, and each night just got better and better. I wasn’t sure how either one of us was still standing.

“So, you never talk much about your mother,” Julie said. “Is she still around?”

I smiled. “Oh, she is around, but she spends most of her time travelling. Right now, I think she is in Paris. She’s been there at her villa for a few months now. She gets settled in somewhere for a while and then she is off again to check out something knew. She was like that when I was growing up, too.”

“That doesn’t sound very stable. What did you do, then? Were you just a student?”

“Yeah, I was in school and just staying home with dad, but he was gone all the time working. So mostly, I was raised by some of the staff. They basically took care of me and made sure I went to bed on time. It was a strange existence hardly ever seeing my parents, but I would see my dad sometimes when he was at home. And when we had parties and so forth, which were essentially events designed for butt kissing and for raising money.”

“That’s a sad way to grow up,” she said.

“It was just what it was,” I said. “So, I figured out at an early age that I had to do for myself. I didn’t want to be that kind of person who cried that the world was unfair. I saw that the world could be what I made it. This made me tough. It made me hard. And I think it is part of the reason why I’ve always dreamt of having my own family.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I know you will be a great father.”

I rubbed her shoulder lightly and snuggled against her. “Thank you, baby. How many kids were you thinking? Maybe five? Ten?”

She laughed. “No. I was thinking maybe two or three.”

“Ok, we can start with that,” I said.

“So, I find it so hard to believe that you haven’t been married before, or have been in any really serious relationships. I know you were engaged in the past, you talked to me briefly about it. Is that why you stayed single for so long?”

I was quiet for a moment. I didn’t want to talk about this. I had mentioned it once in passing, and Julie had no doubt heard the rumors about this sort of thing. She was curious. And she wanted to know who I loved more. That was an impossible question to answer, but she did deserve some explanation.

“Yes, it is why I stayed single. I never thought I could love again. I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to. But then you came into my life. I know that sounds cheesy, but when I met you something clicked and I started to feel again, I started to want again. You took the