Chapter Thirteen
Xander
We madeit through winter formal where Tera and Carter were crowned king and queen after our live show for them. That irritated me to no end. She didn't want to tell me, but she knew I'd find out anyway. But we made it.
We made it through the last month of being apart and now I'm home. Tera's still at school. I told the guys I wanted to surprise her so to keep it quiet. It's a week before Christmas and I'm excited to spend it together with the family.
We made it three months apart and I still feel the same. I want to marry her.
I put the last strand of lights up and eye my handiwork. Not bad if I do say so myself. I've put up a miniature Christmas tree and put fairy lights around the upper edges of the room. I've got the music playing low.
God, how I need her. I hope she needs me too.
* * *
I'm loungingon her bed when she walks in. She's distracted as she talks on the phone. She sets her backpack on the chair in the corner, bending over to open the bag, looking for something, her back to the room—and me. I just wait—legs crossed at the ankles, hands locked behind my head on the pillow.
As if she senses me, she stands up straight.
"I have to go." I'm grinning like a fool, brows raised, when she turns around squealing, then jumping on top of me on the bed. I laugh. I can't help it.
"Xan! What are you doing here? I thought you weren't going to be back for another day!" She rains kisses all over my face and I just hold on to her like a lifeline. I breathe her in.
"I wanted to surprise you," I confess.
"Trickster!" She looks around the room. "Oh! You must have been here awhile."
It sounds as if she's happy. I hope she is.
"This is so beautiful, babe." She turns to me, tears welling in her eyes.
"No tears. We've shed enough tears for a while, don't you think?" For another month, at least. Inwardly, I cringe.
She nods. "These are happy tears."
"Nuh-uh. I don't care what kind of tears they are, no tears. Let's be happy now," I plead. I want this to be a special moment we both will remember with no sadness.
"I missed you!" Kiss. "I missed you!" Kiss. "I missed you!" Kiss.
I laugh. "I could get used to this."
She looks at me, lust in her eyes, a sexy little smirk. Hell yeah. She tugs at the hem of my shirt and I lift my arms to help her take it off. She heads straight for my zipper and in the blink of an eye, she's got my hard cock in her soft hands.
"Oh fuck," I groan.
"You like that?" she asks.
I just grunt as she strokes my cock.
"You're going to like this even more," she teases.
I barely register what she's said and her mouth is wrapped around my dick.
"Fuck!" I growl, lifting my hips involuntarily.
She takes me deep into the back of her throat and she tries for more.
"Baby."
