22. Nate
NATE
I wake Zach with a kiss. “Merry Christmas, sweet boy.”
He opens his eyes slowly, hooks his hand around my neck and pulls me to him for a much longer kiss. “I miss waking up in our own bed.”
I chuckle. “Then you’d better make up for it while you’re home.”
He’s spent the last few months filming on location. I’ve flown out to visit him when I can, but I also need to spend some time here, in LA, overseeing the business. Right now, he’s home for Christmas, before jetting off again.
A lot has happened since he moved in with me.
We enjoyed our first Christmas together.
After webcamming with his family, I took him to the beach to see the Surfing Santas, and then we went to my parents for dinner.
In January, he started filming his soon-to-be hit movie.
A couple of months after that, his stalker’s case went to trial.
She got jail time—ten years, for the combined crimes of stalking and breaking and entering.
Zach’s relief was palpable, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
He’s been a lot more relaxed since, not needing me to hold him to feel at ease.
Not that he’s stopped asking me to hug him.
I’ve been helping him explore kinks, so he knows what he does and doesn’t like, but he asks for sensory play more often than not, and adores being bound and blindfolded when we make love.
While he was filming in the UK, we made time to see his family.
They were warm, welcoming, and intensely curious about me and my business.
And, of course, we’ve spent a lot of time with my family.
Mom has been on her best behavior when it comes to asking about the possibility of grandkids.
I think she’s realized it’s not on the cards for us right now, and might never be. I’m okay with that. Zach is all I need.
“I intend to make the most of being home,” Zach says. “I’m not going to leave this bed at all.”
“Umm… Slight problem…”
He smacks his hand over his face. “Right. Christmas Day. With everyone.”
“Regretting it?”
“Nope. It’ll be fun having my family and yours together.”
“At least Cassie can be around you without blushing and stuttering now.”
Zach laughs. “I must be old news. Surely she’s got another celebrity to fawn over?”
“Nope. You’re still occupying most of her wall space.”
He strokes my beard. “She knows I’m yours, right?”
“Yes. I’ve made sure of that.”
Zach smiles at me for a long time before saying, “Are you sure your parents are fine to cook?”
I laugh. “They’re ecstatic about it. Any excuse to put on a huge meal.”
Zach caresses my chest. “We don’t have to go just yet, do we?”
I smile and kiss him tenderly. “We’ve got at least an hour.”
“Good.” He tickles my nape. “Make love to me, Daddy?”
I nuzzle his jaw. “First, I need to give you your Christmas present.”
“Are you sure that needs to come first?”
I laugh softly. “Yes, sweet boy.” I roll over, open my bedside drawer, and pull out a small, gift-wrapped box. I turn so I’m beside Zach again, looping my leg lazily over his as I place the box on his chest. “Open it.” I kiss the tip of his nose.
He stares at me curiously before carefully unwrapping the gift. I’d have torn the ribbon and wrapping paper off, but he removes it all meticulously, setting it beside him on the bed.
“This looks like a—” He widens his eyes.
“Open the box, baby.”
He holds his breath and clicks the box open. He widens his eyes further, his mouth forming a surprised O. “It’s a ring,” he squeaks.
I pluck the box from his fingers and remove the ring. It’s made from brushed platinum, with a square top set with two high-quality rubies, offset to one side. “It’s an engagement ring.” I hold his hand. “Zach, would you do me the honor of becoming my husband?”
Tears make his eyes shine. He smiles. Sobs. Nods. “Yes.”
“Are you happy?” I ask, worried.
He puts his arm around my neck, hugging my head to his chest. “So happy,” he whispers. He lets me go, allowing me to slide the ring onto his finger, before kissing him. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too.”
“You need a ring, too!”
“We can go look for one together, if you like?”
He hums. “Or I can get one made for you, if you can wait?”
I smile. “I can wait, sweet boy.”
He moves the box and wrapping and wraps his arms around me. “Now will you make love to me?”
“Gladly. Shall I get the restraints?”
“No. I want you, Daddy. Just you, with nothing between us. I want to be able to hold you and stare into your eyes.”
“Sounds perfect.”
“Except, I need to give you your present.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Can it wait?” I kiss him and slip my hand beneath the comforter to caress his half-hard cock.
“Uh-huh. It can definitely wait.”
I grab lube, lie beside him, propping myself up on one elbow so I can kiss him while I take my time warming his ass up.
He runs his fingers through my hair and strokes my cock, making me good and hard for him.
Neither of us is in any hurry. We’re simply enjoying the feel of one another.
My heart swells with every touch and kiss.
Zach is intoxicating. I’m so grateful to Phoenix for introducing me to him.
So honored to have such an amazing man in my life.
Once I’m sure he’s ready for me, I sit, leaning against the padded headboard. “Sit on my lap, baby.”
He obeys, slowly lowering himself onto my cock, his feet pressed into the pillows. We hold each other, gazing into each other’s eyes, exactly as he requested, as I slowly grind my hips up into him.
“You feel so good, baby,” I tell him. “So fucking hot and tight for me.”
“You feel amazing, too, Daddy.” He tips his head backward, momentarily, arching his back to take me deeper. “I love it when you fill me up.”
“I’m going to do that soon, sweetheart.”
He slumps forward again, resting his forehead on my shoulder. “Damn, hope so. Fill me all the way up, Daddy. Fill me with your cum and then warm your cock inside me.”
I shiver, almost coming on the spot. To stop myself, I adjust the tempo of my thrusts, making them faster, but shallower. “I will. But patience. I want to enjoy you for as long as possible.”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
I don’t intend to edge him. Not today. But I do want to savor being with him. In him. I run my hands up and down his back, tickling his nape, sometimes tugging my hand through his hair.
“I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
Then words escape me. My breathing becomes harder as I make love to him.
Sweat glistens on our skin. We kiss, our tongues tangling.
He is the most beautiful man I’ve ever known, in every way.
I’m overwhelmed by my love and desire for him.
I cannot imagine my life without him in it.
He is my person. No doubts, no reservations. He is my future. My light. My life.
I slip my hand between us, stroking his cock to bring him to the edge. “Come with me, baby!” I kiss him, groaning into his mouth as my orgasm explodes out of me.
He whimpers, digs his fingertips into my shoulders, and then comes, too, spurting cum between us, gasping and shivering through his orgasm.
Breathing hard, we hold each other tightly. His heart thunders in time with mine. His breaths match my own.
“Happy Christmas, sweet boy.”
He chuckles. “Happy Christmas, Daddy. Don’t ever let me go.”
“Never.”
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading The Star in Room 7. Please check out the next book in the series, The Goalie in Room 1 by Sara Hurst.