Chapter 27
Don’t be shy…lick my frosting.
One Year Later, Christmas Day
Scout opened her eyes and looked down to find…Hudson’s head between her legs. “Morning,” she murmured, enjoying the way he was already teasing her with his tongue. This was her favorite way to wake up, as he well knew.
He raised his head with a mischievous smile. “Merry Christmas.”
“It certainly is.” She spread her thighs wider as he continued teasing her, saw how early it still was.
They had people arriving in a few hours but… She let out a moan as he slid a finger inside her, teased her clit with juuuust the right amount of pressure.
But she wanted a lot more than that. Threading her fingers through hair he’d let grow a little longer, she clutched onto his head. “Can I get my present now?” she rasped out. It was Christmas morning and she wasn’t feeling patient. She wanted what she wanted.
He let out a startled laugh, the reverberation against her sensitive folds a surprise as he raised his head. “Are you calling my cock a present?”
She grinned. “Technically it’s the orgasm you’ll give me with it, but yes.”
He laughed again as he started crawling up her body.
Luckily he was already naked just like her, and oh…
he was ready to go. Of course he always seemed that way—the reason she’d started sleeping without clothes most of the time.
There was no point. Over the last year she’d thought things might wane between them a little physically, but that part of their relationship wasn’t slowing down anytime soon.
Thankfully.
Still half awake and languid, she arched her back against him, enjoying the feel of her nipples brushing against his pecs. As he claimed her mouth with his, he cupped her mound, teasing her with his fingers in a slow, sensual rhythm until she was aching for him.
He had this way of working her up so quickly, until she was desperate for him. Sometimes he made her wait for what seemed like forever, but it was Christmas and apparently he was as needy as she was because he thrust inside her right when she couldn’t take his teasing anymore.
God, she loved the sensation of being filled by him, of the way he claimed her as if he’d die without her.
She rolled her hips against his as he began thrusting in a rhythm they’d perfected.
“This is the best present,” he growled against her neck before nipping her earlobe, his body vibrating with a need she understood.
Her inner walls tightened around him at the little bite of pleasure. Over the last year they’d learned each other’s bodies, likes and dislikes. Though to be fair, there wasn’t anything about him she disliked.
He’d moved into her place pretty much right away, and to no one’s surprise, everyone in town had welcomed him. Especially after the way he’d saved her last year. He’d been an instant hero.
As she started rolling her hips faster, needing more friction, he cupped one of her breasts, knowing exactly what she liked. He pinched and rolled the already hard bud, sending her senses into overdrive.
And when she began stroking her clit, pleasure punched into her in a sharp wave, her orgasm swelling up and taking over until they were both coming. That was one of her favorite things, when they climaxed together, as if nothing else but the two of them existed in that moment.
As they came down from their high, he lazily kissed her mouth before easing out of her with a sigh of contentment. Then he rolled over and pulled her with him so she was splayed on his chest. One of her favorite places to be.
“Pretty sure you woke me up like this last Christmas too,” she murmured against his chest.
“And a lot of mornings since.” He kissed the top of her head, then paused when there was a light scratching at the door.
She smothered a groan. “He’s going to start barking if we don’t let him out.”
Hudson laughed lightly but rolled up and out of bed with ease. “Little menace,” he muttered as he opened the bedroom door.
Waffles, their recently adopted dog—an adorable multicolored mutt—yipped excitedly then raced away, definitely heading for the front door.
He loved the llamas, Lucy in particular, who basically mothered him.
So while he slept inside at night, he spent a good portion of the day with the girls.
Scout was pretty certain the mutt thought he was part llama because he liked to herd the same way they did.
He wasn’t as good as they were, but he loved being part of the herd.
“I’ll start the coffee,” she called out, pausing a moment to enjoy the view of Hudson’s ass as he walked out into the hallway.
Then she forced herself to get out of bed, clean up, and slip on a robe. Unlike him, she didn’t walk around the place naked. There would be time enough to shower later, but first, she needed coffee. And a cinnamon roll or something sweet.
Some of Hudson’s friends and a handful of hers were planning to arrive around one so she still had time to get everything ready, but she needed a lot more fuel.
Hudson moved in behind her, his big arms wrapping around her as he pulled her against his chest, nibbled at her neck. The man was so damn quiet, she rarely heard him sneaking up on her.
“You ready for round two already?” she murmured.
He chuckled slightly, the sound warm and deep, then nipped her neck again. “Maybe in a little bit. But I want to give you your present first.”
“Pretty sure you already did.” But she turned in his arms and wrapped herself around him as she stole another kiss.
“Go wait in the living room,” he said as he smacked her butt. “I’ll bring you coffee.”
“Not gonna argue with that.” Yawning, she stretched her legs out as she sat directly next to the big tree they’d put up a few weeks ago.
Decorating the house and tree with a partner had been a novel experience, one she hoped to repeat for many, many years to come. As long as her partner was Hudson.
Over the last year they’d gotten to know each other deeper than she’d ever known anyone, but she knew there was more to come. She was looking forward to knowing all of him, this man who’d unexpectedly stolen her heart.
It was a good thing she didn’t want it back.
When he sat in front of her, her coffee doctored exactly the way he knew she loved it, she smiled and stole one more kiss from him.
“This is for you.” He pulled a breadbox-sized rectangular box wrapped in sparkly gold from behind his back as he sat next to her. He’d put lounge pants on, but thankfully no shirt.
“You’ve been hiding this one.” There were a handful of boxes under the tree from both of them, but she hadn’t seen this one.
She shook it slightly but it didn’t make a sound. And it was ridiculously light.
“Open it.” A soft demand. His expression was impossible to read too, but this was important. That much she sensed.
As her heart rate kicked up, she tore into the paper and was glad he hadn’t layered the box with too much tape.
When she opened it, she stared for a long moment.
There was a square jewelry box with a logo she recognized on it positioned on the bottom and held in place so it wouldn’t shift.
He’d wrapped the box in a much bigger one—to disguise it.
When she pulled on the small box, it popped right out.
Before she could open the actual jewelry box, Hudson plucked it from her hand and opened it, his hand trembling ever so slightly. “Marry me?”
She sucked in a breath as she stared at the simple but sparkly diamond ring. She didn’t know anything about gems but this one was huge and beautiful and hooooly flying llamas.
“I bought you another simple gold band for every day but this…” He slid the ring on her finger even though she hadn’t found her voice yet.
“…is to show you how much you mean to me. Your love is a gift I treasure every single day and I wanted to show you exactly how much I love you. Or at least try.”
He already showed her that. She swallowed hard as she looked up at him, took his face in her own trembling hands. “For the record, yes. I will marry you.” That day if he wanted. Or tomorrow. Whenever, wherever. “I love you, Hudson.”
Something that looked a lot like relief flashed in his dark eyes—though how he could doubt her, she couldn’t imagine—before he brushed his lips over hers. “We’re not having a long engagement,” he murmured.
She smiled against his kiss. “I’ll marry you anytime, anywhere.”
“Good. We’ll have a New Year’s wedding, then.”
She laughed at the possessive growl in his voice, knowing he was completely serious. At a tap on the living room window, they both looked over to find all three llamas staring at them expectantly. Even Waffles was there, his head at the bottom of the window as he peered inside.
“She said yes,” Hudson called out, as if they understood him.
Lucy stomped slightly, but likely because she wanted treats. Probably. Or maybe she did understand them. Scout could never be sure.
“Later, you beasts,” he called out again. “We’re busy.”
And as he tumbled her to the ground right in front of the Christmas tree, she lost herself in him once again.
A New Year’s wedding sounded perfect. The sooner she became his wife, the better.
Thank you so much for reading All I Want for Christmas is a Hitman.