Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Oh God, Saxon, stop. I’m going to come again,” she panted as her nails dig into me.
The dirty talk got to her. Knowing I was the only guy she’d let have her like this made me even more territorial.
The tightness squeezing me kept my dick hard, and I continued to thrust into her. When she wasn’t with me, I wanted her to be fucking sated. To feel where I’d been. Grabbing her hips, I pounded into her.
“You want to come again? Give me more of that sweet cream? Coat my dick in it?”
“AHHH!” Her body arched up, and her nails clawed down my arms.
There was nothing on earth more beautiful than this woman when she was coming.
Pulling the sherpa throw Haisley loved so much over her body as she slept, curled up on the sofa, while the credits to The Grinch played on the television, I made sure she was fully asleep before going over to the hall closet and pulling out the two bags I’d hidden in there before picking her up from work. Since Friday night, things had been different. In the best way possible.
Being able to kiss her whenever I fucking wanted to. Touch her body when she was close enough. Hold her while we watched Christmas movies and eat whatever cookie or treat she’d baked that day. The worst part was dropping her off at work in the mornings. I hated to see her walk away from me, and I caught myself checking the time all fucking day.
I took out the first wrapped box and slipped it under the tree. While she had worked today, I’d shopped. Christmas was three days away, and this tree was going to have enough gifts under it to make up for all the Christmases she’d woken up to nothing. I’d been casually asking questions. Making notes. I couldn’t turn back time and give her the childhood she’d deserved, but I could damn well make sure to give it all to her now.
The wrapping paper had been a little more difficult to find for each gift, but I’d finally found a place online and had it overnighted. The next three presents were small boxes, and I slid them further underneath so she wouldn’t notice them. The second bag had three larger gifts, and I wasn’t going to be able to hide them, but I wanted her to see gifts under the tree for her. I wanted her to get to experience that anticipation she’d never gotten to have as a kid. Waiting for Christmas morning.
Next year, we’d have a kid. We would be putting together toys and setting up Santa’s gifts. Taking the last box from the closet, I took out the angel that had come in the mail today. Smiling at the black hair and light eyes, I grabbed the ladder and quietly placed it near the tree before putting my dark-haired angel on top of it.
I glanced back at her, and my chest tightened. All those times I’d thought I wanted someone and not gotten them. Not once had I felt for them what I did for her. I hadn’t known this feeling existed. Thank fuck that I hadn’t gotten the girl before. I’d have missed this. Missed her.
Shoving the last gift under the tree, I folded the bags and took them back to the closet. I had two more things to get, and then I’d have it all. When I walked back to the sofa, the credits had ended, and the room was silent, except for the sound of the gas fireplace.
I knelt down in front of her and brushed the hair that had fallen over her face back, then ran my thumb over her bottom lip. I loved this fucking lip. Her eyes fluttered, and she looked at me. I wanted to tell her I loved her. But it was too soon. This was new. We’d not had this before. We had only had two weeks. We hadn’t lived together and gotten to know each other like we did now.
“I fell asleep,” she whispered. “Oops.”
I grinned. “It’s okay. Jim Carrey will forgive you for being bored by his performance of the Grinch.”
She laughed, then covered her mouth as she yawned.
“Come on. I’ll take you to bed and let you sleep. I swear.”
She started to say something when her eyes landed on the tree—or rather what was under it. I saw them widen slightly.
“There are presents.”
“Yep. That’s what goes under trees,” I replied.
She looked back up at me, concerned. “Who are they for?”
I shrugged. “Well, I can assure you that I’m not buying my mom shit this year. I’d venture to guess they’re yours.”
She put a hand on her chest and looked back at the presents. “Mine? All of those?”
She could only see five of them. If she thought that was a lot, she was going to be very surprised by all twenty-one.