“Yeah… home sweet home!” He proudly sports a smile, showing he’s never been ashamed of his family’s wealth.
“Are you sure it’s okay that we’re here?” I ask, feeling a little overwhelmed by the enormity of it all.
“Of course! The more the merrier!” Leah shouts. “Mom and Dad will be so happy you’ve joined us!” Leah exclaims.
“Especially if it means Leah won’t be such a Grinch while we’re here.” Kash goads. Leah pounds her fists together, flipping him off.
“Can we go in now? It’s fucking freezing out here,” Austin shivers, his teeth chattering as we all stand staring at our home for the weekend.
“How about this,” Kash says, clapping Aussy on the shoulder. “Let’s go in, drop our bags, and all hit the hot tub before the rest of the crew gets here and takes over tomorrow morning,” he says.
“Trust me when I tell you, you don’t want to go in the hot tub after Uncle Donald has his turkey dinner. I don’t know how it’s possible since we all eat the same thing. But for some reason, whatever comes out of that man…” he shakes his head, “smells like it’s been dead for months,” he tells us, and we all crinkle our noses.
“Let’s gooooooo,” I say, giddy as ever to start this dreamy little holiday.
NINETEEN
VIX - PRESENT
We soakin the hot tub for a good hour, drinking champagne—Kash’s choice, saying if we’re going to look rich, we have to act rich, and we hang out sharing our best and worst Christmas stories.
Kash and Leah step out to get us more drinks and find some finger foods for us to dine on tonight. Austin and I are left in the hot tub alone, and I’m suddenly feeling bold. I move from my position beside him, coming around to his front and sliding onto his lap, straddling him. His hands immediately grip the sides of my ass, like magnets drawn together without hesitation. The look in his eyes is feral. I lean in and place soft, sweet kisses on his lips, teasing and tempting him, but never putting too much pressure.
He lets out growls from deep within, and I know without a doubt my pussy heard it and is whimpering for him to make that sound again. I deepen our kiss, sliding my tongue between his lips as he devours me, his tongue twirling against mine.
I rock my hips on his hard cock, just the fabric of my bikini and his swim shorts between us. I feel him, solid assteel, twitching beneath me, and I grind down hard. He moans, such a sexy sound, I can’t help but whimper myself as we continue to rub up against each other. I slip my hand beneath the water, trailing my fingers down his body as I find the waistline of his shorts. Sliding my hands beneath the fabric, I grip his shaft and start pumping his length.
“Vixen,” he warns, and it just encourages me to continue with more intention than before. His head rolls back, mouth slightly open, and I can see the pleasure coursing through his body. Watching this man come undone in the palm of my hands sends my confidence skyrocketing as I continue to grind myself against his leg and pump his cock.
“Vix, I’m gonna—you have to—” he tries to warn me he’s about to erupt, but I keep going.
“Uncle Donald!” he says, and his release coats my hand under the water. I stare at him, his eyes wide and completely thrown by what just came out of his mouth. “I meant… I didn’t mean—” His words are staggered as he tries to explain what just happened. I completely lose my composure and burst out laughing, the build-up of my own orgasm having disappeared. Austin scowls, crossing his arms over his chest, and it just makes me laugh harder.
“Oh come on, Aussy, it was definitely funny,” I say while wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Kash can never know about this,” Austin says, looking at me with wild eyes, half pleading, half warning. I sober up my face and nod at him.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I salute, and Austin sighs.
“You’re going to hold this over me forever, aren’t you?” he asks. I give him the most angelic expression I can muster and nod my head, grinning from ear to ear. “I think I’ve just ruined hot tubs for myself,” he says.
“I don’t blame you. Forever haunted by Uncle Donald,huh?” He gives me a wicked glare and then starts to laugh, taking my hand and pulling me with him out of the hot tub.
The next dayis full of excitement. We are introduced to so many members of the Morgan family that I’m having trouble keeping track of all the names I need to remember. Tori and John give us warm, welcoming hugs, and I can genuinely say I am happy to see them. Their presence is warm and inviting.
The guys hit the slopes while Leah and I wander into the small-town Christmas market, a short distance from the lodge. We pass several little shops filled with sweets, small trinkets, and homemade goods. It’s like a scene from a Hallmark holiday movie. We stumbled upon a quiet little cafe, decorated with so many Christmas decorations, you would think Santa himself threw up on the place.
The cafe has small wooden tables decorated with miniature Christmas trees and nutcrackers. The walls are lined with Christmas lights, and there are shelves of snow globes and ornaments from all over the world. We browse the phrases on each of the ornaments before I find a cheesy one to get for Aussy. ‘Our First Christmas.’
We’ve celebrated Christmas together when we were kids, but never as a couple. This is our first Christmas together, and I want to celebrate all of the firsts. I buy the ornament along with a steaming cup of hot chocolate and head back into the market to see what other gifts we can find.
As we are about to call it a day and head back to the lodge, we come across a cute little bakery, the smell wafting out of the doors, beckoning us inside with the sweet, delicious aroma of pastries, cookies, and pies. I am such a suckerfor sweets, and looking around at the amount of sugar this place contains, it might just be my undoing.
“I need everything,” I tell Leah.
“Slow down there, cowgirl,” she teases. “You’ll end up in a sugar coma if you walk out of here with everything.”
“Aw, come on, Mom,” I tease, giving her a pouty lip. She nudges me and walks over to the pies. “Now this I can get down with.” She looks longingly at the blueberry pie before us.
