by Sadie Grubor
"Of course we are," her husband adds, wrapping his arm around them both.
Then, we all take turns welcoming our soldier home for Christmas.
After dinner, where we mostly bombarded Levi with questions about being overseas and how he was able to keep holiday leave from all of us, we gather in the large living room. A twelve-foot Christmas tree stands against the far wall of windows with boxes wrapped in all kinds of papers.
Stepping over the couch where Gil, Maria, and Sid are seated, I stand with my back to Sid and start to sit down.
"Wow, Sasquatch," she shouts, her hands shoving on my ass. "You trying to smother me?"
"Maybe," I tease, shifting and pushing myself between the armrest and Sid. It's a tight fit, and she has to throw one leg over my thigh to make it work. Not that I'm complaining.
"Space invader," she mumbles.
"Ian, you get to be Santa this year," my mother shouts, taking her seat next to my father.
Jumping up from the floor where all the kids sit, he starts distributing the gifts one by one with exaggerated flourish.
With a floor full of torn wrapping, tissue paper, and boxes, everyone lounges in a relaxed state. The conversations have grouped off with my and Sid's parents huddled together, while Ember and Kami are now in an animated discussion with Liza. Levi sits on the floor, helping Ian and Nate put something together. My girls sit around a gameboard with Jack and Liza's boys. And Maria and Sid chat quietly between Gil and me.
While they talk, I maneuver myself off the couch, out of the room, and up the stairs to my old room. Once inside, I take out my cell and send Sid a text.
Lying back on the bed, knees bent over the edge and feet on the floor, all the food, drink, and excitement catches up and I close my eyes. I'm not sure how long I'm out, but the dip and bounce of the bed lets me know I'm not alone.
Opening one eye, I glance down my body and find Sid lying next to me. Chin propped on my chest, she bats her eyes and smiles.
"Did you lure me up here to deliver me a Christmas package?" Her eyebrows rise and fall in an embellished motion.
"Maybe," I tease.
Pushing up, she slaps my chest. "Well, it will have to wait. I've got a Santa fantasy, and you're gonna wear the suit."
She tries to climb off the bed, but I fist her shirt and pull her back down.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" It's not really a question.
"It should," she feigns insult. "I'm a good girl."
Chest to chest, I roll until I'm on top, my body between her legs and forearms taking my weight.
"That's too bad, ‘cause only naughty girls get special gifts." I reach down into my back pocket and pull out the folded red envelope.
"You're supposed to be on the nice list," she says, her sarcasm evident.
"Naughty girls are nice," I argue, holding up the envelope. "But since you're a nice girl, I guess you don't want these."
I go to put it back, but Sid snatches it out of my hand.
She tears the sealed flap and pulls out the invitation.
"Shut the fuck up!" she squeals. "Are you serious right now!"
Grinning, I nod.
"We're going to the two-thousand-eighteen AVN's," she says on a sigh, clutching the Adult Video News Awards Show invite to her chest.
Only my girl would be this excited about adult video awards.
"I'm going to need you to get all amateur porn on my ass while I rub this all over my body," she states.
"Amateur," I scoff, pushing up off the bed. "Who's a fucking amateur? Do you even know who my parents are?" I stalk to the bedroom door, push it shut, and lock it.
Turning around, I find Sid sitting up, her arms angled behind her and palms planted in the mattress.
Her eyes follow my approach, the way I dispose of my shirt, and then fixate on my cock when I shove my pants to the floor and step out of them.
Bending forward, I rip her shirt over her head. Before she can get her balance, I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach. Yanking down her leggings and underwear, I drop to my knees, palm where her ass meets her thighs, and open her wide.
"You're gonna want to hold on," I state before delving my face between her legs.
"Oh fuck!" Her cry is accompanied by a slap to the mattress.
"Fucking amateur," I grumble against her pussy, then shove my tongue in deep.
After an hour of reminding Sid that there's nothing amateur about me, we make our way back downstairs. Her hair and my flush face put to rest any debates about what we were doing. But all their knowing smiles changed into full blown laughter when Sid announces, "I am officially invited to join the best fu—" she catches herself and glances to the kids, before finishing, "the best mattress testers awards!"
"I'm pretty sure last year’s award for best boy/girl scene took place on a poolside chair," my mom enlightens the room before winking at Sid and sipping from her wine glass.
At the end of the evening, we share hugs, kisses, and Merry Christmases with each other before leaving my and Sid's parents to spend the rest of Christmas Eve together.
"What are the chances your parents and my—"
"Don't go there," I cut her off and give her a squeeze.
After a late Christmas Eve night of making smores on the deck, Cass and Lyra finally go to their rooms. Now, I finally have Sid alone.
In our favorite double lounger, I lie on my back with her cuddled into my side and one leg thrown over mine. The cool ocean breeze mixes with the flames of the fire pit, creating the perfect atmosphere.
"Yeah, my dad isn't really the sharing type," she says on a yawn.
"Jesus, Tiger," I half groan, half laugh. "You just can't help yourself."
"Mmhmm…" she hums, burrowing deeper into my side.
It can't be more than ten minutes later when I feel the slow rise and fall of her body against me and the familiar sound of her sleep breathing. Sid doesn't snore, but there is a pattern I've grown used to.
Tightening my arms around her, I stare out over the ocean.
My girls in their rooms.
My woman pressed against me.
Merry Christmas to me.
~~ END ~~
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Other Books by Sadie Grubor
Falling Stars Series
Falling Stars
Stellar Evolution (a Falling Stars novella)
Hidden in the Stars (a Falling Stars novel) book 2
Stellar Collision (a Falling Stars novella)
Snare (a Falling Stars novel) book 3
**Coming soon….. Book 4 – Polyphony, & Novella 4.5 – Lullabye, in the series **
Modern Arrangements Trilogy
Save the Date
Here Comes the Bride
Happily Ever Addendum
Terms and Conditions
Stand Alones:
Live-I
n-Position
All Grown Up
VEGAS follows you home
Sadie's Dark Side:
Doll Face (a Doll Face novel) – Book 1
Book 2 coming 2018….