And, it turns out, he is, because a fluffy white cat pounces on the counter next to where he stands, appraising the gift.
"Should I open it?"
I don't know if he expects the cat to answer, so I do.
"Yes."
I watch his spine straighten with the sudden realization that he's not alone. It takes a moment for him to turn around, scanning the room in search of whoever is in his house. "Who's there?"
"You'll see. But first, open your present."
Brant seems a little too at ease with the idea of a stranger he can't see in his house.
"Areyoumy present?" He asks, craning his neck to try and see around the Christmas tree. He wouldn't see me even if he was looking right at me... not until I want him to. "Can I unwrap you?"
"After the one on the counter." I assure him, falling silent as I move toward him, clocking the hopeful grin on his face.
"Who is it?" He narrows his eyes a little. "Natalia or Mitzi?"
"You'll see." I tell him. "Once you open your present..."
Brant grins, pleased with himself, and turns to inspect the gift.
"You need to work on your wrapping skills..."
I say nothing; I don't want him to realize how close I am to him... not yet.
The sound of paper shredding fills the kitchen, which is so vast that everything echoes, and I step up to his back, pressing my body against his, circling his waist with my arms. I dip my hand just low enough, testing the erection straining against his black pants, and he groans.
"You're so eager for my cock, why don't I open the present later, Christine?"
God, how many women does he have that are willing to sleep with him? Even before yesterday, you couldn't have paid me to touch him like this, but he's acting like he has a roster of willing women.
"Not Christine." I whisper, palming his dick. "Keep going."
"I will if you will..." He says, popping the tape on one side of the box.
I can feel him growing harder beneath my touch, and when I slip my hand beneath the waistband and slide it against his boxers, I feel it jump for me, eager for the pleasure to come.
"What is it? A new toy?"
"You could call it that." Noah says, his sudden voice making Brant jump and try to wheel around to search the darkness.
"Who the fuck is there?"
"Don't worry about him." I say, pressing my lips to the back of Brant's neck. "He's just here to watch."
That seems to appeal to him, because Brant visibly relaxes against me, the tension dropping out of his shoulders as he opens the box to look down at the layers of tissue paper.
"Do you think you're on the naughty list this year, Brant?"
"I know I am." He chuckles. "And I'll get you on it with me, baby."
I smirk against his neck, trying to contain the wicked thrill coursing through me as he lifts out the swath of tissue paper and begins to peel it back to expose his gift.
"I think I got myself on it when I got your present."
"Oh yeah?" His laugh is heady, full of excitement and arousal as he finally gets the paper peeled back.
