“I love being in weird with you.”
His mouth quirks. “Back at you, sweetheart.”
I hold up his present. It’s better to give him this now since it’s too big of a gift to pass off as his friend. I made him a different gift to open with my family tomorrow to match the hockey-themed scarf I knit him last year.
“Open your present,” I whisper.
“I thought you were my present,” he replies in an amused tone, leading me to the bed.
“I’m the gift that keeps on giving…you head.”
He snorts. “Nice.”
We settle on the bed facing each other. I hand it over, teeth raking my lip. He works his thumb beneath the wrapping to tear it, eyes flicking to me.
“Is it…an engraved whistle, or a World’s Best Coach mug?”
“Nope, but that does give me an idea to have a custom Coach Bossy mug made for you.”
“What about a nice big ribbon to tie you up with?”
“Just open it,” I say in exasperation.
He’s been complaining that his laptop from college is on its last leg. It always freezes when he tries to watch the livestream of a game. I’m proud I’ve made enough through my sales to buy him a new one. His eyes widen when he reveals it, then he releases a warm hum.
“Evie. This is amazing. Thank you.”
“You like it?”
He clasps my nape to pull me in for a kiss. “Of course. I like everything you give me.”
“But for real. It’s not too much, is it? You’re always annoyed with yours.”
He stops me from twisting my fingers. “No. I love it. I needed this and I really appreciate you for getting me a new one.”
“I’m glad. I also made you something to open tomorrow, but this is special. It felt too big to give you in front of everyone else when they’re all getting handmade presents.”
It would be nice not having to hide our real presents like this.
Impulse slams into me. I want to face Dad. I’m so tired of modifying how I act to hide that I’m in love with Cole.
Tomorrow. We need to tell him.
“I also have something for you. I left it at home to give you when it’s just us.”
I bite my lip around a smirk. “Is it something to tie me up with?”
His smoky chuckle makes me shiver. Once he moves the laptop out of the way, he’s on me with a heart-stopping kiss that touches my soul.
I deepen it first, pressing against him. We tug at our clothes until we’re down to skin against skin. He flips me, pulling my ass against him and reaching around to slip his fingers between my legs. I muffle a soft noise in the pillows, moving against his touch.
He nuzzles into my throat. “Can you be quiet?”
My nod is tinged with desperation, heat spilling through me already. He lifts my leg and I reach to line him up.
We both shudder as he sinks into me. I arch at the full feeling of his cock stretching my pussy.
The only sounds are our hazy sighs and muted noises of pleasure as he rocks into me slowly so the bed doesn’t creak. My toes curl as he kisses my throat, fingers dragging up my thigh to stroke my clit.
