I don’t think I’ve ever spent so much time in the bedroom over any Christmas vacation. There’s something to be said about it, I think.
There are still plenty of cinnamon buns, and I can rustle up a quick dinner later. Go hungry, we will not. Even with all the sex.
Correction. All the best sex of my entire life.
Screw you, Harley. You were lousy in bed anyway.
Coach sets me on the bed but doesn’t follow me.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” he says when I pout.
“Fine. I guess I’ll undress myself. Don’t blame me if I get the show running before you get back,” I shout to the door he disappeared behind.
I remove my clothes, setting them carefully on the floor by the bed. I wanted to do my sexy elf dance for Coach, but it may have to wait for tomorrow. I missed a morning orgasm, and now that my belly is full of food, I want to satisfy my other needs.
He comes back, holding something wrapped in a piece of fabric.
“What’s that?” I ask, sitting with my back toward the headboard of the bed.
He sits on the side of the bed next to me. “The day I realized I’d screwed everything up with you, I wanted to apologize, but I didn’t know how. I couldn’t face you without wanting to touch you, and I’d just been so rude to you.”
I put my hand on his. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re past all that. Now when you shout at me, we’re both naked, and I’m asking for it.” I wiggle my brows, and he coughs, adjusting himself in his pants.
“Anyway. I made this to give you as a gift. I was going to take it to the cabin that morning when I went to apologize, but the glue hadn’t set yet, so I hoped you’d still forgive me and I could give this to you later.”
My chest expands, and I feel like I’m about to burst with emotion. All the emotions.
“Riley, you didn’t have to do anything. Your apology was enough. Besides, you gave me a place to stay, and I’ll say that living around your dick is a thousand times better than what I’d be doing at home alone.”
He laughs. “What would you be doing?”
“Thinking about how I could convince you to let me impale myself on you permanently.”
He shakes his head and places the fabric-wrapped gift on my lap. “It’s nothing much but…I always enjoyed making things out of wood with my dad. It was the only gift I could make you here.”
I unwrap the present to reveal a beautiful wooden book stand with hand-carved strawberries.
My throat feels tight, and I have to take a deep breath. “You…did all of this? On your own?”
“Yeah. It’s not great. Carving isn’t my best skill, but the wood had a few natural raised areas that made it perfect for it, so I couldn’t resist. Since you always smell like strawberries, I figured you’d like it.”
I run my fingers over the smooth wood. “I don’t like it, Riley. I love it. This is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me, other than my grandma’s recipes. She had to give those to me because she had no other grandchildren to pass them on to, so she was kinda obliged.”
“I’m sure she loved every minute of teaching you her recipes,” he says. “I don’t know if you have cookbooks or you use a tablet when you follow a recipe, but I thought this might be useful.”
I put the gift to one side and wrap my arms around him. Slowly our mouths find their way to each other.
“I want to give you something else, Curtis.” He looks into my eyes, and his are dark and needy. Afraid but full of trust.
“Are you sure?”
He pulls his sweater over his head and drags his sweatpants down. His cock stands thick against his stomach. “Absolutely.”
I run my hands over his muscles. Is it strange to want to see what he’ll look like with more silver hair? To want to see him grow older and even sexier than he is right now?
“Then let this be my gift to you, Riley. I’m going to make it so good.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
