“You didn’t want to be the Christmas Santa this year?”Florence asked Rory.
Rory shook his head.“Most of the bachelor males drew straws; the one with the longest straw was the winner.But I hadn’t participated.”
“Why not?”Lacy asked.
“I thought all the women attending would be mated.I could see getting a black eye from an angry husband.”
Everyone laughed.
“We haven’t ever had a mate become angry over his wife sitting on Sexy Santa’s lap,” Shannon said, smiling.
They finished their treats and began cleaning up the community center.The guys all helped, which was a welcome addition to the party this year.Once they were done, Chase would go home with Shannon.Travis MacKay, a CSF special agent, like Leyton, arrived to watch over Florence and Frank at their home next, while Rory would take Lacy back to the ranch.Hal’s wife, Tracey, and Ted’s wife, Stella, went with Lacy and Rory.Everyone said goodnight and would be at the dance tomorrow night.
When Florence and Frank arrived home, Florence made cocoa for everyone, and they picked out a Christmas movie,Jingle All the Way, to watch.
Florence and Frank hadn’t watched the movie in several years and were cuddling with each other and laughing at the Christmas comedy.Travis said, “My mate, Bridget, and our twin boys watched it last Christmas, one of our favorites.”
“That was cute,” Florence said as the movie ended.“I hadn’t remembered how much fun it was.”She began making up the bed on the couch for Travis while Frank put their cocoa mugs in the dishwasher.
They said goodnight to Travis, thanking him for watching over them, and then headed up the stairs.
“Do you want to join me in the master bedroom?”Florence asked Frank.
Frank smiled.“Are you sure?”
“Yep.In the holiday spirit and beyond, I am.”
“Hell, yeah.”
She figured that at their age, they didn’t need to delay enjoying their golden years.
“I’ll join you in just a minute.”He headed for his guest room.
Even though Florence wanted this, she was afraid it would backfire.That she wouldn’t like being with someone in bed after having not shared a bed in so long with her mate, that they might not be compatible, but they wouldn’t know that for sure unless they tried it.
7
Frank didn't know what to do when he changed into his green pajamas, and Florence was already under the covers in reindeer pajamas.
He joined her in bed, not sure if she wanted to cuddle or sleep apart, but he moved in to kiss her, and they were sliding their hands over each other's bodies underneath their PJ shirts.He felt like a young man all over again.He loved this with her.
She was kissing his mouth and seemed to be just as wrapped up in the moment with him.When she went to loosen his pants, he was more than surprised, but perfectly willing to go further.
She began stroking him, and he was easily becoming aroused.He ran his hand over her full breasts, loving their softness and fullness, his thumb brushing against her firm nipples.
Adrenaline surged in them, setting every surface of skin humming with urgency, their breathing gone ragged and feral, as if they'd both been running for miles in the dark as cougars on a mission.Even the air between them seemed to thicken with the tang of sweat and musk, with the primal, almost animal perfume of their desire—her hands clutching at his back, his fingers working frantically at the drawstring of her pajama bottoms.
He groaned when he finally released the bottoms, when the bare skin of her hip came free, and the heat beneath her clothing smacked him like a fever.He was shaking, not with nerves but with a wild, unfamiliar need, his body overtaken by a single imperative.She continued to stroke him with firmness, just the right tightness sending him to the precipice.
His own climax came so fast it was almost an embarrassment, like a randy lad who couldn’t last, but for once he didn't care, could only laugh hoarsely into the hollow of her throat as pleasure bucked through him.
Now it was his turn to pleasure her.He began to caress the area between her legs, drenched curly hairs, a swollen feminine nub eager for his touch.It took her more time to come, but he was patient and determined.She finally tensed so hard, he could sense her coming, her heart pounding frantically.She came with a spasmodic clenching of her channel, a low, almost bestial growl in her chest as her whole body seized and then went boneless.
“Ohmigod,” was all she said, breathing hard, staring up at the ceiling with wide, incredulous blue eyes.
He lay beside her, lightheaded and spent, his forehead sticky with sweat, and for a long moment neither of them spoke, the only sound the ragged catch of their breathing and the blowing wind outside the windows on this wintry night.
He chuckled, running his hand over her tummy in a loving caress."Shower?"
