Sean doesn’t need to worry about Jinx because just like Jax, he’s putty in his hands. Loud purrs fill the room as he soaks in the attention. “Jinx and Jax,” Sean muses. “That’s a bit of a mouthful.”
I huff. “Yep. But it’s not like I can change them. So...” I hold out my hands in a what-can-you-doway.
“Good point.” Sean straightens and faces me, much to Jinx’s irritation, but then he spies Jax lying in front of the fireplace and hops down to join her. They curl up together and we both smile.
Sean glances at me. “I can see why you brought them both home.”
“I never stood a chance.” But looking at them snuggled together, relaxed and happy, I don’t regret it for a second. Even after such a short time, it’s hard to imagine my house without them in it. Kind of like how I can’t imagine my life without Sean in it.
And I don’t want to do either of those things.
Sean reaches for my hand, linking our fingers. His eyes meet mine and my heart stutters like it always does when he looks at me like that. I don’t have a Christmas tree, but I did put up some decorations, and fairy lights adorn the fireplace and windows. They make the room cosy, and now that my sofa is free, I want to do some curling up of my own.
Sean glances at the television. “It’ll be midnight soon.”
That reminds me.
“Wait right here.” I let go of him and hurry into the kitchen to retrieve the champagne from the fridge and two glasses. Sean hasn’t moved a muscle when I get back. “I was going to open this at midnight and FaceTime you.” I beam at him, still unable to believe he’s actually here. “But now I don’t have to.” I set everything down on the table and wrap my arms around his neck. “Because you’re here.”
He grips my waist and pulls me close. “I am.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, suddenly needing to let him know how happy I am that he is. “I didn’t realise how much I’ve missed you until you appeared on my doorstep.”
His expression softens, morphing into something that sets my pulse racing. “They say that whatever you’re doing at midnight on New Year’s Eve is what you’ll be doing for the rest of the year.” He rolls his eyes. “Which I’m sure is bollocks, but...” His hands tighten, fingers dipping below my waistband, and his expression turns serious. “I wasn’t about to risk it by being over an hour away from you when the clock strikes twelve.”
I’m not even tempted to tease him about believing superstitious nonsense because in my book it’s ridiculously romantic and I love every fucking word. “So, what would you like to be doing?”
His smile is slow and wicked. “You.”
I don’t care how corny we are, I smile back, rubbing my rapidly hardening cock against his. “What an excellent idea.”
It’s five minutes to midnight.
I pop the cork and pour us a glass of champagne. Sean watches me and starts to take off his clothes. I almost spill it, distracted by the sight of his naked torso. He walks over to me and takes a glass.
“To us,” he whispers, and we clink our glasses together.
“To us.”
The champagne is ice cold, sharp, and bubbly as I take a sip. Then Sean plucks it from my hand and sets both glasses on the table. Next, he reaches for my T-shirt and tugs it over my head.
We undress in silence, music from the TV our only accompaniment as they play the last song before the big countdown. We’ve got minutes to spare, so I pull a blanket down over the sofa cushions and push Sean to sit on it. He wastes no time reaching for my hands to tug me onto his lap.
I have one knee either side of him, looking down into eyes that darken as I wrap my hand around us both, then kiss him. We moan at the sensation, and a voice on the TV announces the countdown to midnight is about to begin.
Sean’s superstitious declaration has stuck in my mind, and I want to make it happen. I reach to the side, patting around on the cushions, because champagne isn’t the only thing I grabbed when I went into the kitchen. “Aha!” I sit back and wave the condom and lube in front of Sean’s face. “We’ve got about...” I glance over my shoulder. “Fuck.Thirty seconds.” I thrust the condom at him. “You do you, and I’ll do me.”
He’s laughing as he tears open the condom, and it’s infectious. I give myself the quickest prep, smearing lube over Sean’s thighs in the process, and we’re both still grinning as I kneel up and shuffle forward to get in position. I feel the head of his cock brush against me as he guides me lower, and the countdown on TV starts.
“Ten, nine...”
With my hands gripping Sean’s shoulders, I ease down onto him, my eyes locked on his.
“Seven, six...”
It’s not as smooth as it normally is, but I kind of like that, like the sharp sting as he slides slowly inside me. My fingers dig into him, bottom lip caught between my teeth.
“Three, two...”
