The words replayed in my head, screaming at me, but I tried my best to ignore them. Lucy Coleman quieted those voices. For once, it didn’t feel like a two-ton elephant was sitting on my chest.
I peered over at the TV, and the time displayed one two-twenty in the morning.
“Hey, Lu?” I murmured into her stomach. My warm breath fanned her, and she giggled.
“Yes?”
“Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Sam.”
Now I knew why she was sleeping so soundly before. The couch was comfortable, and I closed my eyes, darkness encasing me as I slipped away. Ready to wake up tomorrow, one step further than I was yesterday.
Chapter 17
LUCY
Iwoke up in a bedroom that wasn’t mine, everything slamming into me at once. That was a Christmas Eve for the books.
A firm body rolled over, hardness pressing against my back, and I laughed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”
Sam’s arm wrapped around my abdomen, and I gasped as his hard cock nestled in between my asscheeks. I enjoyed us like this, and I think last night was a huge step, not only for us, but for his recovery as well.
“Presents,” I whispered. “It’s Christmas.”
I always loved Christmas, no matter where I was or who I was with. Just because there was no Santa didn’t mean we couldn’t still spread holiday cheer.
I practically jumped from the bed and ran into the kitchen, grabbing a cookie out of the container and raiding the fridge for breakfast.
Loud footsteps sounded behind me, and I turned around. My brother was in uniform, grabbing his travel mug and keys from the counter.
“Seriously, Marco. It’s Christmas.”
“Crime doesn’t stop on Christmas, little sister. Feed your boyfriend. He’s getting skinny, according to mom.”
A low whistle sounded from the front of the house as thunderous laughter echoed through the hallway.
“Coming from the person who gets winded hoping over a couple of fences during a foot pursuit."
“Whatever, I’m out of here,” He mumbled, glaring at Sam, who had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
“I can bring some food to the station later so you and the others don’t miss out!” I yelled his way as the door shut behind him.
“Good Morning,” I smiled at Sam.
“Hey,” he replied, leaning against the doorframe, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low. His voice was gruff and almost needy. “I’d like to unwrap my present now.”
“Are you okay?” I stepped toward him, running my hand up the expanse of his torso, twisting his tags in between my fingers so I could pull him into a kiss.
Our lips claimed each other, fueled by passion and a need that clawed at my insides. Sam had created a monster out of me this weekend. I couldn’t wait to explore our deepest, darkest fantasies together. The ones I’d had to repress for so long, if that was something he wanted. Last night was heavy, and right now I cared more about his mental health than anything.
“More than okay. Thank you,” he admitted quietly. “I got you some presents if you want to open them.”
“What?”
I narrowed my gaze on him, already heading to the living room. I sat on the floor and waited patiently like the good girl I was.
He grabbed a blue bag from under the tree and handed it to me with a snort. I rolled my eyes, reaching into the bag.
