Chapter 36 #2
Our separation doesn’t last long before he’s claiming me again. My hand darts up to his bicep, squeezing tightly as I press my body against his. And it’s only now that I realize he’s been hard this whole time.
“You insatiable, greedy little—”
“Mommy! I saw Santa Claus kissing someone who isn’t Mrs. Claus!” Anya shouts from downstairs, her finger pointing straight at us in accusation.
I turn in the opposite direction of the little blond girl, wanting to preserve the little Christmas magic she may or may not have let.
Nate whisks us away from her sight and to the confines of his childhood bedroom with that same idea in mind. In no time, we’re laughing hysterically, feeling guilty over the commotion we’ve caused.
I take this moment to admire him, with his green eyes, eyebrows, thick beard, and curly white hair. This man really is beautiful inside and out. And I can’t help but feel so lucky to have met and gotten to know someone like him.
“Fuck, it was hot,” he remarks as he takes off the Santa hat and beard attachment. Judging by the rosiness to his cheeks, he definitely isn’t exaggerating about the temperature in that suit.
The black buckle and the zipper of his bright red vest are undone next, before the pillow is pulled out of his pants, revealing shredded abs.
I teasingly bite my index finger as I look him up and down, pulling a deep rumble from his chest. My palms land on his pecs, firm and solid beneath my touch. I glide them downward and halt just shy of his waistband.
I’m seconds away from pulling back, wanting to leave him aching for more, when I’m spun around, my hands caught behind my back, and my upper body forced down onto the bed.
“Have you been a bad girl?” Nate asks as he lies on top of me, his hard length pressing against my ass.
I shake my head no, earning me a playful smack on the butt.
“Pretty sure that was the wrong answer,” he drawls as his hands find their way to my jeans. The button pops open, the zipper follows, and I lift my hips to help him get them off despite my oncoming protest.
“Nate, your entire family is downstairs,” I say in between heavy breaths.
He doesn’t answer, only slides the crotch of my lacy red panties to the side.
“Did you wear these for me?” he asks, fingers trailing up and down my soaked pussy.
I suck in a sharp breath when he circles my clit, my back arching instinctively. Waves of pleasure ripple through me, making it impossible to think, to fight, or even to stay quiet.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He smacks my heat.
Just as I anticipate his hands roaming all over me, he’s completely backed off.
I turn to look over my shoulder, catching the devilish smirk that plays along his lips as he pulls those red joggers down. His cock juts out, proud and tall, and despite everything telling me that I shouldn’t let my boyfriend fuck me while his entire family is downstairs, part of me can’t resist.
“Now be a good girl for me and stay quiet,” he says before he thrusts right in.
He gives me just enough time to adjust to his fullness before he pulls all the way back and thrusts right back in. My palm flies to my mouth, a futile attempt to muffle my moans as Nate picks up his rhythm.
“Fuck, Vivienne,” Nate groans.
Tears streak down my face from the intensity of it all, but it’s when he flips me over and fills me once more with his eyes locked on mine, that I feel like my heart could burst.
“I needed to see those eyes,” he murmurs as he continues chasing our release.
Mossy greens look into mine with so much passion, so much love, so much tenderness, that I spasm around his cock in that instant. My head throws back in delight, moaning his name before he quickly follows.
His face nuzzles in the crook of my neck, while I wrap my arms around him, keeping him close.
We lie there embracing each other for however long before Nate flips us around, until I’m the one lying on top of him.
A small smile makes its way onto my face at the thought of how far we’ve come.
Everything about us was calculated. Meticulously orchestrated by the universe. And though it felt like everything was falling apart at the time, I see now that it had to happen this way so it could all fall into place.
Through the thick and thin.
The failed experiments and controversies.
I’m certain we could make it through anything.
I lift myself onto his chest, my hands braced beneath my chin as I admire the hotshot beneath me. When his lazy eyes meet mine, I’m hit with the urge to say the words I haven’t stopped repeating out loud.
“I love you,” I admit so naturally.
Nate smiles, oh, so sweetly, revealing the dimples I love so much.
Dimples, I hope our kids have one day.
“I love you more,” he says back, leaning forward to leave a sweet kiss on my lips.
Lips, I hope to kiss every day and every night for the rest of my life.
I fall back on his chest, satisfied with the way life has turned out. It’s funny how these things work sometimes. The last time we were here, the tension was high, our feelings locked in a vault, and nowhere in sight. We’d been scared of sharing the same bed, and now—
My train of thought comes to an abrupt stop, eyes widening in shock at the sight.
“Nate.” I grab his side to pull his attention.
“Yeah, baby,” he says, pushing the hair out of my face.
I thought we’d gotten rid of it, I think to myself as I stare at the thing.
Nate,” I say with more urgency. “Look to the left.”
His head turns at my command, eyes squinting to make out what I'm pointing at. But it isn’t hard to miss when the red-and-black, geometric blanket is folded to perfection and tied with large bow.
“Is that the baby maker?” Nate asks in confusion.
I nod, still flustered, but when his laughter bursts out, I join in.
Our getting together may have been chaotic, but in its own way, it was perfect. And if a baby miraculously shows up in the next nine months…we’ll know exactly who to blame.