He whined a bit and looked over at me. “Why not? We have this huge cabin and the fireplace.”
My husband slid around the granite countertop and pressed his body against mine. Placing kisses down my neck, he slipped his hand into my sweats and took hold of me.
“Fuck,” I breathed as he pressed his constantly hard dick along my crease. Ever since that first night in Colorado, I’d found I liked giving myself to him. But not right now.
“Stop,” I groaned. “You’re going to derail my plans.”
He did as I asked and dropped his forehead onto my shoulder. “Then what am I supposed to do with this?” He was talking about his erection.
“You could jack off for me while I watch. Or you could behave and pretend you have self-control like a grown-up.”
He laughed. “You’re so mean to me.”
“And you love it when I’m mean to you.” I turned and pulled him in for a kiss. “Normally I would be all over that, but I want to give you your Christmas gift first. Then we can fuck all over this huge cabin if you want.”
Brent grinned and nodded. “Okay. I’m holding you to that.”
He took another cookie and returned to the stool at the bar. “Why did you choose this big house? We don’t need this much space.”
“I know, but the location directly on the river where we can fish from the deck was too good to pass up. I know it doesn’t look like much on the outside, but when I saw the listing online, I thought it was perfect for our first Christmas.”
My husband smiled and nodded. “It is kinda perfect. The gas fireplace and wall of windows is amazing.”
When I finished plating the cookies, I went to the fridge and pulled out a charcuterie board I’d made for us for Christmas Eve. It was filled with meats and cheeses, fruits, pickles, chicken skewers, chocolate, and even Red Velvet Christmas cookies. Everything he loved and enough to feed an army or two former Navy SEALs.
“Can you get the wine and meet me on the sofa? The game starts in half an hour.”
“On it, babe,” he said, heading to get the glasses.
“Oh, bring the red too, would you? And we’re going need more wine glasses.”
“Why? It’s just more to clean up.”
I sighed. “We are not mixing white and red wine like it’s some Witch Doctor soft drink concoction. It doesn’t work that way. Just humor me.”
“Fine,” he said, returning with four glasses and two bottles of wine.
When he sat down on the sofa, I checked the time. Eyeing the box under the tree wrapped in solid gold wrapping paper, I grinned at my genius. This was going to be epic.
I’d been ordering shit for delivery all day, so when the knock came on the door, he wasn’t phased.
“God, would you give the credit card a rest? The car is only so big, babe!”
I laughed and got up to answer the door. “Turn on the game, would you?”
The Pirates were playing in San Diego, then flying back tonight. It was the next to last regular season game for them, so we’d catch it in person next week.
When I opened the front door, I motioned for our guest to be quiet. He knew what I’d planned, and had played along perfectly.
“Sweetheart,” I called to him as he surfed channels.
Brent turned to look at me but found Pete smiling at him. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
He bolted from the sofa and hugged his uncle. “What are you doing here? I just spoke to you. You were on the way to church.”
Pete laughed. “No, I was on the way here. Jean stayed in Colorado with your mother because I wanted to be with you. We’ve been planning this for a while. John thought it might be good to spend Christmas together.”
My husband looked at me and smiled. “You are something else, you know that? Now I’m surprised Dare isn’t here.”
