Page 8 of Dealing With Christmas

CHAPTER FIVE

CHRISTMAS DAY

DEVYN

“Mmm, good morning,” I moan as Riley’s hands wander over my body.

He presses his erection into my backside. “Merry Christmas, baby. I have a present for you that I think you should open right now.”

I laugh. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah,” he insists. “It’s been really hard keeping it all to myself.”

I turn towards him and playfully smack his shoulder. “Wow, that was really cheesy.”

He gives me a lopsided grin. “Sorry, there’s not a whole lot of blood left in my brain right now, which is totally your fault by the way.”

“And why would that be?”

His hands slide beneath my sleep shorts to squeeze my naked butt cheeks. “Because waking up with my dick nestled into this ass makes me think about all the filthy things I want to do to you.”

“I like where this is going.” I gasp as his fingers slide around to my front and begin rubbing my little bundle of nerves. “Oh, Rye.”

He starts nibbling the spot on my neck that drives me crazy. “Mmm, I’m just getting started, baby.”

Right as he starts tugging my shorts down, the door to our bedroom bursts open.

“Mommy! Daddy! It’s Christmas!” shouts our son, Nathan.

Riley’s forehead falls to my clavicle. “Fuuuuuuck. Why didn’t I lock that?”

I swat the back of his head and whisper, “Language.”

Nate crawls onto the bed and starts jumping up and down. “Come oooooon, it’s time to open pwesents!”

I sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes. “Okay, baby. Daddy and I will be right out. Go brush your teeth and wait by the tree.”

“Then we can open pwesents?” he asks excitedly.

“Yes, sweetie. Then we can open presents.”

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