Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Now, Core wasn’t asking for my support of his plan.
Even so, I said, “Agreed.”
Without hesitation, he took the letter I was holding, along with the card still in my hand, and being his usual thorough, he nabbed the envelope I’d tossed on the desk.
He walked them to and through the French doors, Nanook following, maybe because he was curious what Dad was doing out in the cold, probably because it had snowed and Denver showed signs of being Nanook’s natural habitat.
I was right. Nanook ran straight into the yard and started frolicking.
Core, though, went right to the grill, opened it, pulled his lighter out of his pocket, and lit Bree’s version of Christmas cheer on fire, every vestige of it.
He dropped it on the grill and stared at it until it flamed out.
He then closed the grill and came inside, whistling for Nanook to come with him.
Nanook quit frolicking and trailed snow into the house on his paws and fur.
Core closed the door behind them and looked at me.
“You hungry?” he asked.
I wanted to laugh.
I didn’t.
I said, “I love you.”
“Love you too,” he replied. “Now, you hungry? ’Cause I could eat.”
And there was Core taking care of me again because that was precisely as much headspace as Bree deserved.
“Yeah, I’m hungry, honey.”
“Cool,” he muttered, starting to get to work. “We’re having lasagna.”
“Awesome,” I replied because he gave good lasagna.
Then again, he gave good everything.
I started to move to take my boots off and put them away when Core reminded me, “Empty bedroom is still off limits.”
So I was smiling as I walked to our closet, because the empty bedroom had been off limits for a week. He was hiding my presents in there, I knew, because he’d gone so far as to lock it (I’d tested it, not to spoil his surprise, just to see how far he’d go to keep his secret).
I had no idea what he might get me as a present.
But if he wanted to go all out for it to be a surprise, I wasn’t about to kill my man’s joy.
I was knees to the bed, ass in his hands, face in the covers, moaning and taking Core’s cock.
He suddenly smacked my outer thigh, wrapped an arm around my ribs and pulled me up.
I was close to coming, the smack nearly sent me over the edge, being yanked up to sit on his dick edged me even closer, but then he pulled me off that big dick.
“Wait!” I cried.
He fell to his ass, back to the headboard, and positioned me facing and straddling him.
Okay then.
I took hold of his cock and impaled myself.
I bounced.
He slid his hand along my neck and fisted it in my hair.
I watched the dark heat in his eyes intensify as he watched me fuck him, and I bounced harder.
He took a handful of my breast and tweaked the nipple.
I bounced even harder.
He pulled me down to him and kissed me, deep and wet.
I whimpered into his mouth.
“Pop,” he whispered against my lips.
I came.
He moved to his knees, deposited me on my back, then angled in a power position with his hands in the bed beside me, arms straight. He watched me as he fucked me through my orgasm, then I watched him as he fucked me to his.
He then collapsed on me, and I smoothed his neck, his hair, his shoulders, down his back, and what I could reach of his ass.
He rolled so we were on our sides, tangled in each other.
He kissed me sweet, broke the kiss and whispered even sweeter, “Merry Christmas.”
He could say that again.
I smiled at him and whispered back, “Merry Christmas.”
He touched his lips to mine, and then said, “C’mon.”
I was given no choice but to “c’mon.”
I was out of bed, on my feet, and he was tossing me his tee.
I put it on and thought we’d go to the bathroom and begin to face the day then make coffee, put on Christmas music, open presents, and after, shower and get ready. After that, as planned, we’d go over to Mom and Andy’s, where we would open more presents and share the rest of the holiday with my family.
But when I had his tee on, and he’d yanked on a pair of jeans commando, we did not go to the bathroom.
He took my hand and guided me to the empty bedroom with Nanook dancing beside us (not with his need for breakfast or to be let out, I knew, because I felt Core leave me to take care of these things before he came back and woke me for our Christmas fuck).
There was a big red bow tied to the door handle of the empty room.
“Open it,” he said.
Okay, this meant he wasn’t hiding my presents in there, it meant my present was big.
I was trying to figure out what it would be, and decided it was the rug that I ran into while Christmas shopping. A rug I thought would be perfect under our bed, so I showed it to Core. Core didn’t jump on buying it like he did everything else because I told him not to. I said I’d find something similar, since that rug was made of silk, and it cost far, far more than any rug should.