I feel the curve of his smile against my neck. “Uh-huh.” He kisses my neck some more and then moves his lips up to mine, and I’m a goner. His kiss never ceases to shut my thoughts down.
We make our way into the house and back to our room where we strip down and climb under the hot spray of our large shower, his big body blanketing mine as the water pours over us. My skin is cold and prickles under the warm water, and I can feel his hard cock poking against my back, sliding down between my cheeks. “Not wasting any time, huh?” I tease, but I’m already arching my back and pushing against him, seeking him out.
Always wanting his touch.
“You said we have a lot to do today.”
“We do,” I say, reaching up to grab the lube we keep in here and dropping it in his hand before placing both of my palms flat against the shower wall. It’s something we’ve done often, but it still somehow feels familiar yet so new, all at the same time. My heart pounds in anticipation as he slides a slick finger down my crease, then teases my hole. A whimper falls from my lips as he presses inside with amazing accuracy. He knows my body. He plays me expertly, one finger and then two before slicking up his hard cock and pushing inside me.
I groan and push back against him, letting him fill me and relishing in the feeling of being stretched and filled by my husband. I want it to last, but my body is already worked up and ready. It’s always ready for him.
I wrap a soapy hand around my stiff shaft and stroke as I reach behind me and grab his neck with my other hand, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss as he owns me. Thrusting in and out of me, over and over. Stroking my prostate and making my balls pull tight against my body, full and ready to explode.
“Just like that,” I direct though he needs no direction.
My entire body goes rigid as he nails my prostate, and I cry out, hot cum spraying from my cock against the shower. I stroke myself through it and clench tightly around his hard cock, my head falling forward and resting against the cool marble of the shower wall when I feel his release coat my insides.
Even when we’re both spent and his cock softens and slips from my body, he wraps his big arms around me and holds me tight. He kisses my neck and tells me how goddamn beautiful I am. But soon enough, we wash each other and rinse off, climbing out of the shower to dry off and get dressed for the day.
“The party is going to be great. Don’t worry.”
I pull on my shoes, sitting on the bed and then gasp. “I forgot the cider. Oh shit. Do you think they’re still open?” I can’t believeI forgot the cider. He made an elaborate hot cocoa bar, and I forgot to pick up a simple jug of cider.
“Stop,” he says softly, his hands reaching for mine as he slowly guides me up to my feet. “We’ll go check.”
“Oakley, I’m sorry.”
He laughs because not much bothers him, but I’m really upset. He has traditions. Traditions I may tease him about but secretly love. This party is important to him. I knew that, and I forgot the damn cider.
He cups my face in his hands, gently tilting it up for me to look into his sparkling eyes. “It’s cider. We’ll be okay, but I’m sure the store is still open at least until noon. So let’s go.”
I huff reluctantly, hating that I messed it up, but Oakley is unbothered as he grabs his keys and pulls me with him out the front door. I lock up but then stop when I hear him open up the rusty old truck door that squeaks and let out a startled laugh. “What did you do?”
He looks happy as hell, all bright and shiny and definitely proud of himself. “It’s Christmas.”
“Eve,” I have to say, and I look at his truck—the first love of his life—and my shoulders shake with the laugh that falls from my lips. He has a wreath on the front of his rusty old beater. But that’s not all. He also has a fully decorated Christmas tree in the truck bed. “Oakley, are we really driving this to the store?”
I ask it, but I’m already climbing into his truck as he starts the engine. “Of course.”
He’s ridiculous. Beyond ridiculous.
But I wouldn’t change a thing about the man.
Not. One. Thing.
Bring it on.
2
WALKER
“Hey! It’s Walker not the Texas Ranger!” I hear my boss’s voice just before I see him walking toward me with my other boss, his husband, Travis. Oakley has a big smile on his face, and his arms stretch out wide when he sees me.
“What are you two doing here? Don’t you have a party to plan?” I tease.
“Not for a few more hours, thank God,” Travis says. And the guy looks a little stressed. Though to be fair, he kind of always looks like that. How he wound up with Oakley—who never worries about a thing—I have no idea, but I guess they balance each other out pretty well.
“Needed cider,” Oakley says, holding up a jug of cider from the cart that’s stocked with at least four more. I’m not sure how many people he’s planning on being there, but I guess Oakley’s Crew has grown a little this year. Hiring Missy and Sarah a few months ago was definitely a blessing. Now we aren’t as swamped. “Where’s your better half?”
