“It’s perfect,” she sighed. “I love it”—she popped a quick kiss on my cheek—“and you.”
I laughed and scooped her into my arms, heading for the tub. After setting her gently into the steaming water, I climbed in behind her. For a while, we snuggled in a comfortable silence, simply enjoying our time together.
“David?” Harley broke the quiet with uncertainness in her tone. “Are you sure Luke is okay with this? I love him a lot, and I don’t want to be the wicked stepmother.”
I loved that she was so concerned about Luke and quickly assured her, “He adores you, beautiful. He and Tyler talk about you non-stop these days.” I laughed but as I started to think about it, something was niggling at my mind. “In fact…”
Harley’s head dropped back against my shoulder, and she looked up into my eyes. “Almost like they were trying to set us up?” Her brown eyes sparkled with humor and we both laughed at the silly notion. Except…
I saw the moment it hit her too. She sat up and turned around, straddling my lap. “Did we seriously get set up by those two little monsters?” she asked incredulously. “Like The Parent Trap?”
“More like The Santa Trap,” I mused with a roll of my eyes. “They were working together.” I suddenly remembered Tyler’s reaction when I’d shown up tonight and seeing him on the phone. “No wonder Luke pushed so hard for me to be Santa this year. Let me guess, Tyler harassed you to come and see me?”
Harley nodded, then fell forward in a heap of giggles. “Seems like we’re all getting what we wanted for Christmas.”
My eyes slowly drifted open, squinting against the bright sunlight pouring in through the windows of my bedroom. Memories of the night before flooded in and my arms tightened involuntarily, as though making sure it hadn’t been a dream. Nope. I had the most gorgeous, alluring woman wrapped up in my embrace. Her soft, silky, nude body plastered to mine.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered as her hand slid down my chest. When she grasped my morning erection, I moaned and flipped us over so she was trapped beneath me.
“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” I murmured before lowering my head to brush my lips over hers. “I take it you want your other Christmas present, now?”—she chuckled and squeezed my cock, eliciting a deep growl from my chest—“Are you sore?”
“Maybe a little.” She shrugged but didn’t let up her grip. “But, I’m greedy and want all my presents now.”
I pushed my hips forward, thrusting lightly into her hand. “What kind of Santa would I be if I didn’t deliver?” My body covered hers, and I hovered over her by resting on my elbows. It gave a me a fantastic view. “You are so incredibly beautiful, Harley.”
Her face turned a sweet shade of pink and she squirmed under me, taking my mind to much dirtier thoughts.
Reaching down, I took hold of her wrist and lifted it over her head and then did the same with the other. I kept them clenched in one hand and began to explore her body. Licking and sucking all along her neck and tits, laving each nipple with ample attention.
Every little sound that came out of her mouth fueled the slow burning fire inside me until it was raging. I let go of her wrists and cupped her face, kissing her passionately. My body lined up with hers and my cock nudged at her entrance. Harley lifted her hips slightly, inviting me in and I didn’t hesitate to accept her offer.
Carefully, remembering her tenderness, I eased inside. Her legs circled my waist and her hands clenched tight at my shoulders. I stopped and pulled back just enough to see her face, making sure she wasn’t grasping so tightly out of pain, rather than pleasure. The blissful expression on her face was my undoing and I thrust inside, planting myself as deep as possible.
Her walls clamped down and she moaned before biting her lower lip. It was so fucking sexy; I almost blew right at that moment. But, as I struggled to hold back, the feel of her pussy enclosed around my cock brought a realization with it. Fuck.
“I’m not wrapped up, beautiful,” I grunted.
“I prefer my presents unwrapped,” she panted and bucked her hips. “Naked, in fact.”
I wanted to laugh and forget all about reality, but we had to talk about this first. “Ditto, beautiful. But, I meant that I’m not wearing a condom. I didn’t last night either.”
She stopped moving and her eyes widened as she stared up into mine. “Oh…I thought you wanted…I mean, last night you said you wanted me to be the mother…um—”
She was adorably mussed, sexy as fuck, and at that moment, she somehow became even more than I could have ever imagined. “Are you saying you want to get pregnant?”
Pink infused her already flushed skin but she closed her eyes and nodded. “If that’s what you want.”
“Harley, beautiful, look at me.” When her chocolate brown orbs focused on me once again, I smiled gently at her. “I would love nothing more than to put my baby inside you and give Luke a little brother or sister. The thought of you round with our child…” The images in my head were sexy as hell and working me into a frenzy again.
Kissing her once more, I let myself go. We fucked long and hard. Our bodies slipped and slid against one another, slick with sweat. My hands were everywhere, feeling every part of her and manipulating her pleasure until she was screaming in ecstasy. It wasn’t long before I was roaring her name as we soared into the abyss together.
We spent the morning making love, wearing ourselves out until we lost track of time. Before I knew it, the sound of the front door slamming shut jarred us awake from a lazy nap. Harley jackknifed up in bed with a gasp. “Luke!”
“Dad? I’m home!!”
Harley glanced at me frantically and scrambled from the bed, looking for her clothes. When she realized where they were, she shrieked and went running into my closet.
“Har—I mean, is anybody else here?” Luke called.
I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. “We’ll be right there, sport,” I managed to respond. Jumping from the bed, I quickly donned some pajama pants and a T-shirt, smirking at Harley when she peeked out from her hiding spot. Grabbing another set of clothes, I tossed them to her.
“I can’t go down there wearing your clothes!” she sputtered.
Putting my hands on my hips, I trailed my eyes up and down her naked body. “Well, you certainly aren’t going down there like that. Besides, I like the idea of seeing you in my clothes.”
“But Luke,” she protested.
“Even if he did notice, which I doubt since there is a truckload of presents under that tree downstairs”—I shrugged—“he’ll get used to it.”
She sighed and disappeared for a moment, then stepped out in the baggy outfit. I grinned and prowled over to her, grabbing up the extra fabric and pulling her close. “So fucking cute,” I growled before kissing her chastely. We popped into the bathroom to brush our teeth and splash water on our faces, then I entwined our fingers and led her down to meet our son.
Luke was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and when he spied our hands, a huge smile spread across his face. “Merry Christmas.”
I kept my hold on Harley, but used my free hand to scoop Luke up and hug him tight. “Merry Christmas, buddy. You okay with Harley spending Christmas with us?”
“Every Christmas?” he asked slyly. Harley giggled and I rolled my eyes before pretending to drop him on the ground, then set him on his feet. “Yeah, Luke. Every Christmas.”
“Yes! I’m gonna call Tyler!” He raced off to the kitchen, leaving me staring after him, a little shocked.
“Wow”—I glanced at the living room stuffed with presents, then toward the kitchen—“I guess you were what we both really wanted for Christmas.”
Harley laughed and wrapped her arms around me. “This is what I’d call a ho-ho-ho-happily ever after.”
Epilogue
Harley
“Dad! Harley! C’mon, wake up! It’s Christmas morning!” Luke jumped on the end of the bed and shook our legs. “Santa was here, and there are so many presents u
nder the tree!”
“It’s barely light out, Luke,” David groaned, yanking him up and tickling him under the ribs until he was squirming and laughing loudly.
“Yeah, but I want to open all my Santa presents before everyone gets here.”
My eyes popped open, and I rolled over to check the time on my phone. “He’s right. We’d better get up so we can enjoy some Christmas morning family time before my parents, Tyler, Holly, Jacob, and her mom and stepdad come over in a couple of hours.”
“See! Harley agrees! It’s our first Christmas morning together, and it should be special,” Luke exclaimed, wriggling out of his dad’s hold and springing off the bed. He pulled on David’s arm until he got up, and I waited until they left the room to follow behind them—after I put my pajama pants back on. I’d lost them in the sheets when David and I had made love in the middle of the night once we were done wrapping all the presents from Santa and putting them under the tree.
It’d taken us about five hours to get them all wrapped, but it only took Luke twenty minutes to rip through them. By the time he was finished, there was wrapping paper everywhere and we were left with no doubt that we’d done well with the selection of presents this year. While we cleaned up and got brunch ready, he happily played on the floor next to the tree. He didn’t get up until the doorbell rang, and then he raced for the door.
“Tyler!” he shrieked, pulling my little brother inside to show him all the toys he’d opened. While they chattered about which presents were the best, David and I greeted my parents. Just as we got them settled in the living room, the bell rang again.
This time, I was the one who hurried to the door to greet my best friend. “Holly!” I cried as I pulled my friend close and peered into her eyes. “Come in. You look flushed. Are you coming down with something? Is she sick?” I asked her husband, Jacob, as I gave him a hug and tugged them both inside the house.
“That’s one way of putting it,” he laughed.
“Oh, no!” I sighed in disappointment. “I had a special surprise all set up for everyone, but we have to go outside for it. You won’t be able to if you’re sick, not with the white Christmas we’re having.” I peered outside, looking for any sign of David’s friend who was loaning us a sleigh and horses again this year. When I didn’t see him, I shut the door and turned back to our guests.
“I’m not that kind of sick,” she giggled, pressing a hand to her lower stomach. “It won’t hurt the baby for me to be outside.”
“Baby!” I shrieked. “Oh my gosh, we’re going to be pregnant together! When are you due? We think it’ll be mid to late September for me.”
“You’re pregnant?” my mom cried, getting up to come over and give both of us hugs. “What a wonderful surprise!”
“Pregnant?” Tyler and Luke echoed in unison, turning to look at each other. “Ugh. Babies. We didn’t think about that with our—”
“Plan to fix Harley and I up with each other?” David finished for them.
They looked at him in shock. “You knew?” Luke asked.
“Yeah,” he answered, smiling at me. “Don’t forget that Santa knows everything, and I have an in with the big guy.”
It was one he’d continue to have for years to come since I couldn’t wait to bring our baby to the mall to visit Santa. Only the best Santa would do, of course. The one played by their daddy.
Curious about what happened with Holly and Jacob? We’ve included their story, The One I Want for Christmas, as a bonus read!
The One I Want for Christmas
Holly Lane hadn’t planned to take a trip on Santa’s lap this year, but her best friend talks her into it anyway. Only it isn’t a what that she’s wishing for this year… it’s a who. But what are the odds that Santa can fit Jacob Marley in her stocking?
Warning: Some of the best gifts come in small packages. Which is a good thing since this sweet & sexy novella is short… but not as short as the blurb!
Chapter One
Holly
“I’m so glad I was able to drag you out of the house,” Harley exhaled, plopping down onto a chair and slurping at her smoothie. “It’s been way too long since we last had H’s united time. I miss you.”
We lifted our pinky fingers and locked them together, just like we’d been doing ever since we’d come up with the silly nickname back in kindergarten almost thirteen years ago. She was so right; it had been way too long.
“I miss you, too,” I whispered. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a recluse lately.”
“Hey.” She reached for my hand. “It’s not like I don’t understand why. I just wish you’d let me be there for you, especially at this time of year when I know you’re missing her more than ever.”
I sighed and laid my head on her shoulder. This was going to be my first Christmas by myself. It had always been just my mom and me, the two of us versus the world, and Christmas was our special time. After I graduated high school, my mom finally started dating. She met Lucian Kane, an awesome guy, and I’d been ecstatic for her. But Lucian was from Florida, only in Connecticut for a summer. After he proposed, she moved there to live with him. She asked me to go with her, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave my home.
We were planning to spend the holidays all together, but storms had been blowing through Connecticut for four days straight. My small town practically barricaded by snow. Their flights had been delayed, and then cancelled because the airports had finally shut down yesterday morning.
Thanksgiving was one thing, but Christmas—I wasn’t sure how I was going to celebrate without my family. My plan had been to hole up in my house and watch movies all weekend long. I was in a degree program for business and graphic art and had a summer project I could work on. Even though it was basically done. The degree was really a formality, though, I’d been working from home as a graphic artist for a year before I was done with high school. And, I had a ton of work to catch up on. But then Harley had barged in, ranting and raving about how it was Christmas Eve and we hadn’t done any shopping together like we did every year. Before I knew it, I was bundled up and headed to the mall with her. It was the first time in too long since I’d truly enjoyed myself. I was lucky to have a friend like her in my life.
“Your mom wouldn’t want you moping around on her favorite holiday.”
I laughed. “My mom really does love the holidays.”
“Obviously, since she named you Holly,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood.
I followed her lead, not wanting to spoil what had been a great morning on a day I had expected to suck beyond belief. “Hey, it’s better than your dad loving his motorcycle so much that your parents named you Harley.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she drawled. “Like I haven’t heard that from you before.”
“Only about a million times.”
“You know what else I’ve heard about a million times?” she asked, jumping up and dragging me to my feet. “Ho—”
“Ho! Ho!” the mall Santa finished off for her as we neared the North Pole display in the middle of the mall.
“Oh, no!” I tugged on my arm, trying to back away from her.
“C’mon! It’ll be fun,” she insisted, refusing to let me go.
“We’re too old to go sit on Santa’s lap,” I protested. “Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, they’re not going to let us do it.”
“Sure they will.” Harley pointed towards the female elf managing the line. “Kayla will make sure we get in.”
“Crap,” I muttered, recognizing one of Harley’s friends from high school. They’d been on the cheerleading squad together for years, which meant Harley was right—it didn’t matter that we were a good ten years older than the biggest kid in line, they weren’t going to turn us away.
With the sympathetic gleam in Kayla’s eyes as she looked from Harley to me, there would be no way for me to get out of this gracefully. Forcing a smile onto my face, I made small talk until it was our turn. Harley went first, eliciting a giggle f
rom me when she started to sing “Santa Baby” as she settled herself on Santa’s lap. By the time she hopped off, there was a blush staining his cheeks and I was giggling so hard I almost couldn’t make my way up to where he was sitting.
“It’s your turn now. No excuses.” Kayla nudged me forwards.
“Alright, I’m going,” I huffed.
“Sorry about this,” I mumbled.
“No apologies needed. Your friend there was the most entertaining visitor I’ve had all season.”
“I’m sure she was. She’s quite the handful.”
“You can say that again,” he agreed, his eyes darting over to where she stood for a moment.
I peered more closely at his face and realized the mall Santa wasn’t quite as old as I’d originally thought. And he definitely wasn’t as soft and round as the padding made him seem, if the bunched muscles of his thigh were any indication. I had a feeling there was a hot guy under that suit, one who was interested in my best friend.
Interesting. Maybe our little visit to Santa was more about her than me.
“What are you wishing for this Christmas?”
Santa’s question drew me out of my thoughts about him and Harley. My mind blanked for a moment. I couldn’t think of a single thing I wanted this year. Well, except for one thing…
“My Christmas wish isn’t a what. It’s a who,” I whispered.
“Me, too,” he admitted softly, right before Harley helped me off his lap and wrapped her arms around me.
“Oh, Holly. I’m so sorry for pushing you into this. Of course your Christmas wish is to be with your mom.”
Maybe it should have been, but it wasn’t. The person I found myself wishing for was quite a surprise. It was someone else’s face that instantly came to mind. A boy I’d tried not to think too much about over the past few years. The only boy I’d ever dated, back in my freshmen year of high school.
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