“Mm, I bet he does. Does he know that?” Brayden asks.
I shake my head, and two troublemakers look at each other. “Well love, I think it’s time you give that man his Christmas wish,” Brayden jokes, wiggling his eyebrows again.
It takes a lot for him to show me that this is real. Maybe I’m ready for my own Christmas magic.
“Brayden, I think you and I should take Finn to see the lights,” Lilly wraps her around me, gripping the side of my arm. I stare at her like deer in headlights. I wasn’t thinking it would be now or the very least tonight.
“Oh I think that’s a grand idea.” Brayden throws the dish towel on the table and sashays away.
“Wait, no,” I try to stop them but too late as they play in the fates' favor.
And yet my heart beats faster with the anticipation of telling the man that has been a pain in my ass that there’s no else I would rather have be that for me.
If I fall from heaven, he’ll be there to catch me.
I feel a grasp around my waist, seeing my beautiful nephew shed a smile that he had hidden since my father ruined his holiday.
“Je t’aime jusqu’à la lune et le retour,”he says, telling me he loves me to moon and back.
“Moi, aussi. Je t’aime”(I love you, too).
“I’m sorry about today buddy, seriously,” I apologize, the sense of guilt looms over me.
He shrugs, “I guess it was bound to happen.”
I kiss the top of his head, then tell not to forget his coat and his winter gear. I think he brushes me off until Lilly gives him a look as he runs back to his room and yells as they leave through the door. Keola stands up looking back and forth between the kitchen and the empty living room.
“Um. Did they just ditch us?” he asks, still looking confused. I nod my head, biting my lower lip. “Do I want to know why?”
“Because my aunt and my best friend are playing Christmas cupid.” I say softly, luring him my way.
He comes stalking around the island, closing the space between us, “Oh yeah? And why would they do that?”
“Because Keola Eli,” I started to say as his eyes widened, “you and I deserve a moment or few. Alone.”
He grips my hips, pulling them flush to them. “So Santa did get my wish list.” his gaze darts to my lips, pulling one of his hands to cradle the side of my face, bringing me to meet his lips.
The moment our lips touch I’m helpless, yearning for more heat, more touch. He deepens the kiss, groaning into my mouth. Just the vibration of his groan shatters me. He slides his tongue into me, claiming everything. I can’t help but whimper.
I press harder against him, grinding against him, my hands on his chest, searching for the stars I wish to see.
He pulls away. “Angel, I can fuck you here, on that counter, or in your bedroom. If I’m not inside you in the next five minutes or less, I’ll take matters into my own hands,” he growls.
Yes sir.I hoist myself up, wrapping my legs around him.
“I think the bedroom would suffice.” I say.
“Good, because there’s something I want to try,” he twirls us around, leading out and into the bedroom.
He sets me down, but not before he relieves me of my shirt, being careful of the bandages, there to find a bright red push up bra, especially for him.
“Fuck. Me,” he stands there mouth wide open.
“Well, I mean that’s the point, honey.”
“Is this for me?” he smirks, “My little Christmas angel.” He tilts my chin, that hunger in his eyes, that craving sensation.
I wiggle myself out of my jeans, revealing the matching piece before sinking down to my knees. He chuckles, licking his sinful lips, “It seems I bring you to your knees. It should be the other way around.” He caresses my cheek. “Does someone want my cock?”
