“Can we...now?” she flushes as she rocks, all of me still buried inside of her coming to life as her tits sway, her body shining in the moonlight.
“Yeah, little flower, we can,” I groan as she starts to move slowly.
“Niko...this can be my Christmas gift. I don’t need anything else,” she moans as she rides me, head thrown back, pleasure all over her beautiful face as she starts to take me again.
Sounds fair becausesheis my Christmas gift—I will never need anything else but her again.
Chapter Nine
Nova
Christmas sounds used to be my favorite thing.
Not just the carolers or even the oldies station playing ancient holiday tunes. No, I always loved the sound of sleigh bells from the horse drawn carriage at the park. The glowing, bubbling Christmas tree lights my mother used to love. Even the crackle of a fireplace where stockings hang in wait.
There is a new sound that will always mean Christmas to me.
“That’s it, honey,” Niko groans as he moves behind me, his hands gripping my hips, my body laid out on his oak table. “That’s my girl. I love watching you take me, it’s so pretty, honey,” he grunts as he fucks me against the table, wrapping paper and bows going everywhere.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, turning my head to lock gazes with him. “I’m...baby, I’m so close. Harder, I need to...oh, oh, yes!”
Niko shouts as he slams into me, his hand pressing between my thighs. His fingertips rub at my swollen, aching clit until I see stars. I claw at the table, sending the big blue monkey we were wrapping flying off the table.
“Oh, hell, that’s it, baby,” his voice is raw, deep as a guttural cry as he bends over me, pinning my body down. His teeth sink into my shoulder as his fingers grip me tighter, stilling me as he rides me from behind. “I’m coming with you. Inside you. You want it all, don’t you, honey?”
“Yes, yes, I want it. Inside me, Niko,” I purr, biting at my lip as a second orgasm crashes down on me like a tidal wave.
Niko shudders as he comes, his teeth sinking into my skin again. I love the pleasure pain of it. Later, I will see his marks on my skin and remember these moments and just want them allover again. I had no idea I would be so insatiable in bed, but here we are.
We’ve spent the past few days figuring out what we both like. I have not left his house other than to open the shop once or twice. The rest of the world goes on around us, but this is all I care about. Being here with him, locked in these heated moments, feeling pleasure I never dreamed I would feel.
One thing I like—being in his bed. Not just for lovemaking. I love lying in bed with him, feeling safer than I ever have before. We laugh and talk, and I even cried when he told me about his sister losing her husband. He held me through stories about losing my parents and the fallout with my brother.
Being with him is the best gift I have ever been given.
“Hmm, we were supposed to behave,” he murmurs against my throat as we come down from our cloud of euphoria.
Grinning back at him, I bounce my shoulder carelessly. Yeah, we were supposed to behave long enough to wrap presents for Ava and Evan. Even if I claim to hate Christmas, I adore those little lost boys of his, so I agreed to lend a hand. Wrapping presents used to be my favorite part of the holiday.
It turns out I don’t hate Christmas much at all if I’m with him.
“We got through at least half,” I argue as we fix our clothes and pick up the mess we made. “Seems to me the problem here is the sheer number of gifts here. I get you’re the uncle who gets to spoil them but...”
Trailing off, I see the flicker of emotion in his beautiful eyes. He adores his niece and nephew and to be honest, it’s one of the things I love about him. I also love how close he is to his sister. It does make me miss my brother more than ever, but I am not ready to face that just yet.
Niko pulls me to him, planting a big, deep kiss on my lips. It makes my heart thunder in my chest as my head dreams upall sorts of things. Things like spending a hundred more holidays here with him. Wrapping presents, making love, and a thousand other things we could do together.
“I will spoil you too, once you let me,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“No presents. I do not do Christmas, remember?”
It’s a bit of a white lie at this point, I think. We’ve gone shopping for the holiday, baked cookies, made a pastel gingerbread house, and I even put a few ornaments on his tree. I did not object when he hung up a stocking with my name on it. If you ask me, I have been about as pro-Christmas as can be for a former grinch.
There does not seem to be a reason to hate it the way I did before. Besides the sadness I will always feel without my parents, and now without Orion, I find myself looking forward to the Hallmark holiday movies, the carolers making their rounds, and even his threat of getting me presents.
“You do Christmas with me,” he argues, pulling me close as he spins us around the room. “You hear that music? Christmas music, honey. We’ve been dancing to it all day, fucking to it too,” he drops his voice as he whispers this against my neck. “You light up whenever we start wrapping presents, and you will be thrilled when you open that little box right there.”
Frowning as he spins us closer to the tree, I tilt my head. With our hands laced as he sways me to the Christmas song filling his cabin, he points at the tree. Nestled between the thick fir limbs and the golden and red ornaments, is a beautifully wrapped box. It has a golden bow on top and if he had not pointed it out to me, I would have never noticed it wasn’t one of the pretty ornaments that fill his huge tree.
