“Yeah.” He gulped, then looked up. “Are you sure we’d come back in time?”
It was a good question because we’d been getting very much caught up in each other. We were entering one of Santa’s time continuums when we were together, losing track of everything. Unfortunately, we didn’t have any sex navigation devices.
I chuckled at my thought.
“What’s funny?”
“Your question has merit. When I’m with you, you’re all that exists.”
His cheeks flushed beautifully.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
He didn’t say no and when I stood, he stood.
As soon as I informed Drake I would be out of the building but he could contact me at any time, we hurried to my car.
My knot came on so fastthis time I couldn't warn Fallon. But as soon as he felt it he was begging me for it.
When I was in bed with him, I forgot all about Christmas. My alpha mind focused solely on him. It was as if I could feel him inside me as much as I was inside him. I could read his emotions clearly through the changing tones of his cries, his scent and the way his body moved against mine. Nothing else existed but the two of us within our connection.
As I held him close, I felt his heart beating in tandem with mine. We steamed up his bedroom. Sweat dripped down my back. When we kissed, it was as if I touched him even deeper than my cock could reach. Which didn't quite make sense but I didn't care. That was how it felt to me.
My knot went down and I slid out to the sounds of his moans. His fingers gripped my upper arms hard.
“I want you to stay inside.”
I kissed him again and said, “I want that, too.”
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled us both onto our sides. Our foreheads met, our breaths mingling. We lay together like that as we reoriented in the world around us.
“Do you want to go back to Control now?” he asked.
I glanced at the clock on his nightstand. “Not yet. Do you?” Santa's return was still several hours way.
He let out his sweet sigh. “Not yet.”
“Good.”
We laughed quietly together as if sharing the same sentiment that this, what we were doing, was better than Christmas. Not that we dared to say it out loud. Yet.
I was so comfortable and warm and safe in his arms that I lost myself. I realized I'd fallen asleep only when I woke abruptly with the lightning speed thought that I had forgotten something.
Fallon lay with his head on my chest quietly snoring.
I craned my head to look at the clock, trying not to move too much so I wouldn't wake Fallon.
To my surprise, a couple of hours had passed. It made sense. We were both completely exhausted with very good reasons.
Fallon’s eyelids fluttered. His body stretched against mine.
I nuzzled his hair and whispered, “How are you feeling?”
He didn't answer my question, but asked, “What time is it? How long before Santa makes his return?”
“We still have a couple of hours.” I reached for my phone. “Good news. No new messages. That means the new flight programs are working.”
“What a relief.”
