Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“I love you, Sam.”
He smiled and his eyes sparkled as precious tiny lines framed them. He got more gorgeous every single day. “I love you too, Jordan.”
I gave him a deep, sloppy kiss, our flavors mixing perfectly on my tongue. When my neck got tired, I rested against his chest again, listening to the steady thump of his heart.
I'd get up soon. I'd read him my opening statement and soak up his words of praise and pride. We'd get dressed to go visit our friends, which I was greatly looking forward to. But first, I wanted this quiet moment with my husband; to lie against him, with his arms wrapped around me and his hands drawing shapeless lines on my back.
A thousand words passed between us in silence. I felt his love and admiration, and knew he felt mine in return. I didn't need fancy gifts this Christmas. All I needed was Sam, and I was blessed beyond measure.
Chapter Three
Chris
I let myself into Gage and Tyson's home and called out, “Merry Christmas, fuckers!”
Lyle sighed from behind me as he closed the door and grumbled something about knocking. It was hard to hear over the footsteps bounding towards us. I never knocked at any of our friends’ houses anymore when we visited. Because we were more than friends; we were family, and that's just what families do.
As Ty hustled into the foyer to greet us, he nearly tripped over his dogs Axel and Koda, who were clambering over themselves to get to Banjo, who was by Lyle’s side. I still hadn't forgiven my husband for giving our dog such a ridiculous name. He was lucky I loved him so damn much.
When the dogs took off into the other room and Ty could stand upright, he gave Lyle and me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I'm so happy you're here!”
Gage strolled in behind his husband and gave each of us a bear hug. “Hey guys, thanks for coming. Here, let me help you with those.” He took one of the cases of beer I was carrying from my hand. I volunteered to bring booze because my husband and I were both shit cooks. But we were sexy as hell. It wouldn't be fair if we were this hot and could cook.
I followed the pair into the kitchen where we dropped off the drinks, and I took a look at the food spread out on the table. My eyes bulged when I saw the giant bird that had apparently just been pulled from the oven, as it was still steaming in a pan. “Holy shit, Ty; did you cook an ostrich?”
He wrung his hands as he looked at the bird. “Do you think the turkey is too big? I wanted to make sure we'd have enough. I didn't want anyone to be hungry.”
He always thought of everyone before himself, and I immediately felt bad for teasing the sweetheart. Until Gage gave me a death glare. That cheered me up. I loved pissing off my police partner.
“I think it's perfect, angel,” Gage told Ty before taking his fidgeting hands and kissing them. The big man was putty when it came to his husband.
“Me too,” Lyle chimed in. “It looks delicious.” My man was great at smoothing over any issues I caused. Bless him.
“And don't worry, Ty,” I added, “I brought my appetite, so I can tear that pterodactyl up.” Truth be told, Ty would probably eat more than the rest of us combined. I'd never seen anyone eat the way he did, though I had no idea where he put it.
His smile returned, and I wanted to keep it there, so I told him, “Hey, I've got a Christmas joke for you.” Ty loved corny jokes, and I thought a holiday themed one would tickle him.
“Really? Ooh, let's hear it!” He clapped his hands together and gave me his full attention.
“Why is Santa’s sack so big?”
He scrunched his lips from side to side as he thought, but finally shook his head. “I don't know, why?”
“Because he only comes once a year.”
Ty broke out into a fit of giggles, and Gage’s face melted into a lovestruck expression at the sound. I was out of the doghouse. Lyle gave me an unimpressed side-eye for my dumb joke, but I didn't miss the smirk that accompanied it. Damn, I loved that smirk.
“More friends are here!” Ty cheered when a knock sounded at the door. He and Gage rushed off to meet them, and my fiery redhead’s smirk stretched wider.
“Sounds like it's someone with manners.” Lyle loved giving me shit and honestly, I lived for it.
“Who needs manners when you've got an ass like this?” I turned around and shook my cheeks at him. “And you get to look at it whenever you want.”
“Lucky me,” he groaned sarcastically, but when I looked over my shoulder, I saw undeniable heat in his eyes as he stared. I knew he loved my body; he told me all the time. He showed me all the time. He showed me more love and compassion than I deserved. He also gave me all the sass I craved. He was perfect for me.