“You up for some holiday chaos?” I ask gently, though I know she’s not awake.
She murmurs something but doesn’t actually answer me.
I grin and carefully untangle myself from her warmth, slipping from bed with as much stealth as possible, though the floorboards groan beneath my weight.
I head for the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. The scent of fresh brewed coffee quickly fills the house. As soon as it’s ready, I fill two mugs.
A quiet murmur from the bedroom catches my attention.
“Rhett…” Bristol’s voice is low, sleepy, and entirely breathless.
I head in that direction, pausing to lean against the doorway.
She’s still tangled in the blankets, one arm draped over my pillow, hair tousled and glowing in the soft light from the windows.
I step closer, setting the mugs down on the dresser. “Ready to wake-up, sleepyhead?”
She blinks at me. “Coffee?”
I nod toward her mug. “Waiting for you.”
She pushes herself up slowly, hugging the blanket around her shoulders as she sits on the edge of the bed. Her hair falls in a wild cascade over her face, and I resist the urge to reach out and smooth it back. There’s something perfect about how disheveled she looks—soft, real, unguarded.
“Thanks,” she murmurs, taking the mug.
“Anytime,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, even though my heart’s doing somersaults.
I don’t think waking up with this woman will ever get old.
“You look cozy,” I tease.
She snorts softly, leaning back against the headboard. “I am. And you’re lucky, because I’m letting you enjoy this view while I drink my coffee.” Her eyes glint with mischief, and I laugh, shaking my head.
“Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it,” I admit, letting my gaze linger on her face. “I’ve been looking forward to this since we went to bed last night.”
Her eyebrows lift, playful and knowing. “Really now?”
“Really.”
For a while, we just sit there, sipping coffee. Every so often, she reaches over to steal a sip from my mug or nudges me with her shoulder, and every touch makes it impossible for me to think of anything but her.
Eventually, she sets her mug down and stretches, hair falling in a messy curtain around her face. “So… what’s the plan? We have to get to your parents’ house eventually, right?”
I grin, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. “Eventually. But for now, we’ve got time. I can make you breakfast, or we can start the day with a little dessert if we’re feeling ambitious.” I wiggle my brows.
She laughs, the sound soft and musical. “Ambitious, huh? I like that. But, I do recall your sister asking us to be there early. Something about a seven year old being hard to contain.”
“Then I guess we’ll have to save time, and conserve water,” I tell her, taking her coffee mug from her.
I stand and scoop her into my arms, blanket cocoon and all, and carry her into the bathroom. She squeals with laughter and delight.
While I turn on the shower, Bristol drops the blanket and pulls my shirt that she slept in, over her head.
I push my boxers to the floor, and pick her up again, stepping into the shower with her legs already wrapped around my waist.
I fuck her hard and fast under the warm spray of water. When I’m done and we’re both satisfied, we take time washing each other only to end up with my cock buried inside her pussy again.
Dressed and temporarily sated, I grab the last of the gifts, bundle them into the car, and together we step into the snow. Cold air hits our faces, the crunch of the crusted snow underfoot reminding us of the world outside our warm bubble.
