Page 123 of Blissful Devotion

I flip him off, turning my attention back to my leg, bouncing like a fucking rabbit.

“God, take a chill pill or something,” Vince yells back, and I meet his gaze in the mirror as we pull into the driveway.

I’m out of the car before he’s even got it in park.

“Easy for you to say. You didn’t see her in the ropes last time.”

“You think we missed that?” Father asks, and duh, the cameras.

“That’s bullshit. The lounge needs cameras,” I tell them as I make my way toward the house, unwilling to stand around and chat.

“And a shower.” Vince’s words make me pause.

“I knew you guys did some sneaky shit the other night!”

“Vince was the sneaky one. I thought he was in the car, had no idea he stayed behind until I already had her up in the lounge.”

Damn, it’s not easy to pull one over on Father; now I’m even more upset I missed out.

Not this time, though.

I shake it off and keep walking toward the door. I don’t know what they have planned, but my mind has had more than enough time to dream up a few situations, all of them involving those damn ropes.

The front door is unlocked, the warmth fills the air, and the smell of cinnamon and cocoa and holiday music wafts through it.

I kick off my shoes and follow my senses, knowing every step takes me closer to my girl.

The others aren’t far behind; in fact, they're close enough that Alex nearly runs right into me when I stop dead.

“Holy. Shit,” I croak.

“Merry Christmas indeed, huh?” Alex agrees, sounding just as strangled as I did.

The back room is still a huge bed, the same one I’d had put in months ago for her and Vince. It's gotten a lot of use on date nights, but I think this is the first time we’ll all get to use it.

It’s not the bed I give a damn about right now, though.

No, it’s the beautiful woman in the center of the bed wrapped up in red rope with a huge red bow on her head.

These ties are a lot more involved, with metal circles worked into the design, going from her throat all the way down to her ankles; the only scrap of clothing on her is a red skirt that gives Mrs. Claus.

Sexy as fuck, Mrs. Claus, and honestly, I’m here for it.

“What’s this?” Father asks, as if it’s not painfully obvious, and I turn to glare at him when I see her confidence waver.

“I, um, I thought…” Her cheeks are red, eyes downcast to the bed as she nervously shifts as much as she can, which isn’t much with how tied up she is.

“Katherine.” Her eyes snap up to meet Father’s, holding his gaze for a moment before she takes a deep breath and seems to find her words.

“I thought for Christmas you could spend the night unwrapping me.”

The smile that pulls at Father’s lips is so full of pride and love, and she beams up at him.

“Best present I’ve ever gotten, that’s for damn sure,” Vince says, and I nod in agreement, though suddenly I can’t remember a single present I’ve ever gotten before now.

“You haven’t even seen the best part yet.” Oliver stands from a chair in the corner that I hadn’t even seen him in before he spoke, but his words have my full attention.

“How can this possibly get better?” I ask, unable to think of anything other than the fact that I’m not inside of her yet, but bet your ass that’s coming.