“Believe me. I know,” he moans, rocking into my grasp.
“We have eight minutes,” I rasp into the side of his temple. “Do you think you can come in that time?”
Kai groans, his hands sliding down my body to around my back and lower to cup my ass. “I can come in five. I’m so close, Toni.”
I capture his lips with mine as I roll us until Kai’s on his back and I settle my weight on top of him, my hand still locked around us. I twist my fist a little on the next up stroke while tugging on Kai’s nipple ring at the same time. He wrenches his mouth away from mine, his neck elongating as he arches his back.
“Oh, fuck.”
I slam my mouth down on his and kiss him to keep him quiet. The last thing we need is for the twins to wander in now.
“Come for me, Kai,” I whisper against his lips and tighten my grip on our cocks.
“Toni,” he mewls, his legs falling open wider as his fingers dig into the globes of my ass.
“Just like that, baby.”
I’m so close to coming too but I grit my teeth and slide against him faster, determined to make him come first.
“Ah, fuck.” Kai’s body pulls taunt and then he shudders as he spills over my hand and my dick. His one hand dances up my back while the other slips between my cheeks and finds my hole.
“Kai,” I breathe, feeling my own orgasm rising up.
He nips at my earlobe while his fingers circle my hole. “Remember that one night at the penthouse suite in New York?” His lips brush against the shell of my ear with every whispered word and I shiver. His finger pushes in passed the tight ring of muscle and I can’t hold back anymore. I come with a guttural groan, decorating his flat stomach with my cum, and collapsing on top of him.
“You just had to bring up New York,” I manage to say between panted breathes.
Kai chuckles, weaving his fingers through my hair. “It made you come, didn’t it?”
I sink my teeth into his shoulder and then roll away before he can swat me.
“Asshole,” he growls, when I land on my feet on my side of the bed and way out his reach.
“You love my asshole,” I grin, reaching down for my gray sweatpants and pulling them on.
“It is a nice hole.”
“Just nice?” I bait, placing a knee on the foot of the bed and crawl back to where he’s propped up against the headboard, cum drying on his abs, and a blitzed-out smile on his gorgeous face. “Come take a shower with me,” I say, licking a path up his chest and between his pecs, “and I’ll show you nice.” I flick my tongue around one of the barbells before sucking it between my lips.
“God damn, you don’t play fair,” Kai moans, reaching for me but I’ve already moved off the bed again and across the room to the attached bathroom.
I’ve barely made it through the bathroom door when I feel a hand grip my arm. Kai spins me until my back is to the wall and then shoves me up against it, greedily attacking my mouth. The kiss starts off as punishing, claiming and then tapers off to slow and gentle, almost exploratory.
We manage to shower and dress in peaceful bliss without the boys nagging us to hurry up. When Kai and I walk out into the living room, Dylan and Skylar are picking up various presents and holding them to their ears while they shake them.
“Didn’t I tell you not to touch the presents?” I ask, trying to keep a stern look on my face but my lips twitch, betraying the feigned seriousness.
“You said to not open them,” Skylar says.
“Yeah. We’re touching them, not opening them,” Dylan adds. Smartasses.
“Yeah, babe,” Kai laughs, heading to the kitchen to start the coffee.
“Well, since you boys think you’re so funny, you can help your dad carry all the gifts over to Uncle Braxton’s Chalet after breakfast.” I grin when all three of them groan in protest.
Kai and I make a big breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage for us and the boys. This is only the second Christmas the twins have been with us, but we made this exact breakfast for them the first year and they requested it again this year. It’s so simple, and yet both their faces light up like the North Star at the promise of this breakfast.
After breakfast, the twins get dressed and then each of them gathers an armful of the presents and help Kai carry them next door.
“Merry Christmas!” I call from the front door of Braxton and Klara’s Chalet.
The twins rush into the living and dump the gifts under the tree by the window.
"Merry Christmas!" everyone calls from the living room. It looks like we are the last ones to arrive. Naturally.
“Is it present time now, daddy?” Lily asks, tugging on Braxton’s shirt sleeve while he tries handing out coffee and baileys to all the adults.
“Yes, you can start now,” he says and Lily’s face lights up in excitement.
She rushes forward and zeros in on one wrapped in blue with Storm Troopers all over it that she must have already picked out and put aside. Picking it up, she walks over to Cooper and shyly hands him the box. Cooper takes the box from her. A smile pulling at his lips as he unwraps the Star Wars paper. When he gets a glimpse at the box, his eyes shoot up to Lily and widen in shock before darting back down to the box. We all watch as Cooper slides a thumb under the tape and opens the lid. He doesn’t even pull the object out before closing the lid again, putting it to the side and pulling Lily into a hug, kissing the top of her head.
“What is it?” Kai asks from my side and I shrug. From where we’re sitting, the box just looked like a plain one you’d get at the post office to mail a small package in.
After Coop lets her go with a smile, Lily hands out the rest of the presents to the other kids and adults before building herself a fortress in the middle of the floor with all of her own gifts.
“Is this glitter on the wrapping paper?” Stefan asks, lifting a wrapped gift up to his face and twisting it from left to right trying to get a better look.
Alessandro does the same, lifting one of his gifts up to inspect it. After a while, he shrugs and puts it back in the pile but then frowns down at his palm. “What is this shit?”
Stefan and he lock glances before they both turn to Braxton, palms held out in front of them. “Help me get it off,” they both say in unison, getting up and moving towards Braxton as one.
Braxton scrambles up and over the back of the couch, glowering at his wife who has her phone out and is recording the whole thing, with tears of laughter streaming down her face.
“I want a divorce,” he threatens, but we all know it’s an empty threat.
“I love you too,” she laughs.
We spend the rest of the day opening presents and eating and drinking until we can't anymore. The kids watch a marathon of Christmas movies while the adults play cards and dominos at the kitchen table after clearing away the plates and left-over food. For the time being, we're all focused on each other. On spending as much time holding our loved ones close and telling them we love them because pretty soon there'll be a war coming. We don't know when and we don't know how, but it's coming, and we have to be ready.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Kai says, sliding onto my lap after I’ve placed my final domino on the table.
I wrap my arms around his waist and nuzzle into his neck. “Merry Christmas.”
Epilogue
Antonio
The kids are all having a sleepover at Alessandro and Jessika’s Chalet, and I have a little surprise for Kai. A grin splits my face as I shrug into the heavy red and white fur trimmed coat. I leave it hanging open but adjust the black straps that cross over my chest underneath it. God, these things are uncomfortable.
“Babe, what’s taking you so long?” Kai calls from the bedroom where I told him to wait for me naked and sprawled out on the sheets.
I take one last glance at myself in the mirror and then reach for the door, yanking it open and step through to the bedroom. It takes Kai zero-point-five seconds to regist
er what I’m wearing, and when he does he’s up and rolling off the bed, landing with a loud thud on the other side.
“Baby, you okay?”
My husband’s head slowly pops up from the other side of the bed. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
I glance down at the leather straps across my chest and abdomen as well as the red Santa pants and jacket, and frown. “Um, a Santa suit?” I’m not sure what’s going on here. I thought it was hot as fuck when I saw a picture of a man wearing the exact same ensemble on Social Media.
“Take it off!” Kai demands. I shrug and start undoing the leather straps. “N-No, those can stay,” Kai says, leaning up a little higher from the side of the bed, his eyes raking over my exposed chest. “Just the Santa suit.”
I’m even more confused, until something Klara mentioned earlier comes rushing back. “Kai freaked out at the thought of Santa being anything but this jolly man who drinks milk. He almost had a meltdown when we told him about Bad Santa,” she had said.
“Aw, Babe. It’s just a suit,” I say, taking a step toward him and another and another.
When he notices me getting closer, Kai scrambles up on top of the bed. “Take it off!”
I laugh and give him a mock salute. Then I grab one of the open sides of the jacket and roll my shoulder in a move I hope resembles something from that stripper movie we watched months ago. But all it gets me is Kai standing in the middle of our bed with his head buried in his hands.
“Want me to strip for you, baby?” I ask, trying to get him to drop his hands.
“Toni, stop. Take it off!”
“That’s what I’m trying to do, but I want you to watch.” I move to grab his ankle, but he manages to avoid my hand by jumping off the other side of the bed and racing out of the bedroom.
I shred the Santa suit and then go after him. When I find him, he has his head buried in the fridge and is rooting around for some leftovers.
“Kai.”
“I’m not looking at you until you take off that suit, Toni,” he says into the fridge.
“Babe, please turn around. I promise I’m not wearing the Santa suit.”
He huffs, but eventually stands to his full height and shuts the fridge door. I watch as he straightens his shoulders and slowly turns around. His jaw drops as soon as he gets a good look at what I’m wearing now.
“You like?” I ask, doing a slow spin for him.
Kai’s Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard once… twice then he clears his throat and asks, “is the door locked?”
I glance quickly over to the front door and confirm that the lock is in place, as well as the dead bolt and all the curtains are closed. Before I can verbalize the confirmation to him, Kai’s on me. His one hand exploring the leather straps along my front while the other traces the edge of the jock strap above the globes of my ass.
“I like this outfit a lot.” He mutters, almost to himself as he glances down between us and sees the outline of my cock and piercings clearly through the leather covering it. “A whole lot.” He captures my lips in his and he shows me just how much for the rest of the night.
Playlist
That’s Christmas to Me – Pentatonix
Mary, Did You Know – Pentatonix
Let It Go – Pentatonix
The Christmas Song – Nat King Cole
Where Are You Christmas – Faith Hill
You’re A Mean One Mr. Grinch – Jim Carrey
Hot Chocolate – Tom Hanks
The Polar Express – Tom Hanks
Silent Night – Pentatonix
Baby, It’s Cold Outside – Brett Eldredge ft. Meghan Trainer
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas – Michael Buble
About the Author
A.J. wears her heart on her sleeve and is a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic who believes that everyone deserves their happily ever after. She lives in BC, Canada with her husband. When she’s not writing, she’s reading. She loves the NFL and drinks way too much coffee.
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Also by A.J. Daniels
Famiglia series
Dark Desire (Klara and Braxton)
Dark Betrayal (Jessika and Alessandro)
Deadly Intentions (Jessika and Alessandro novella)
Dark Illusion (Antonio and Kai)
Deadly Surrender (Stefan and Brielle novella)
Dark Obsession (? and Mason) *Coming 2020
Behind These Eyes series (Can be read as Stand-alones)
Skin Deep
Piece of Me *No longer available
Always You
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