Page 33 of A Very Fumbling Merry Christmas

“Bouncing your perfect little ass on my junk isn’t going to speed up this process. If anything, I might just grab some tinsel and tie you to the bed. Then I could have my wicked way with you all day long. Now, that sounds like a perfect Christmas.”

“No getting naked until after presents.”

“That’s all the gift I need. I can see you’re about to explode if we don’t get this show on the road, so come on, Mrs. Vaughn, let’s go and see what’s under the tree.”

I practically drag Hunter down the hallway to the living room and immediately grab my phone.

“First Christmas selfie.”

“You’re not taking a picture of me in this onesie.” There’s no conviction in his voice. He’s definitely resigned to this being next year’s holiday card.

“I already took a picture of you curled up in bed asleep this morning looking super adorable in your PJs.”

“Creepy. Do you often take pictures of me in my sleep?”

“A true creeper never tells.” I snuggle close at his side and snap a pic of us.

I love giving gifts more than I enjoy receiving them. Some of the presents I bought for Hunter were silly little things, but every item I picked out for him had meaning. Other gifts were sentimental and sappy, but he got such a kick out of everything. I knew during our festive wager that Hunter has a softer side. He gave each of us some heartfelt gifts. Nothing embarrassing or devious—he left that to the rest of us or, more aptly, me.

When our living room looks like a bomb filled with wrapping paper went off in it, I sit back and take it all in. I don’t want to forget a single moment of this Christmas with Hunter. I’m looking forward to dinner with Coop and Zee, but until then, I plan to unwrap the best gift I got this year—Hunter.

“You’ve got that devious look on your face. What are you thinking?”

“We have a gorgeous Christmas tree and a warm fire. It only seems right that we celebrate our first Christmas with a bang. A naked bang!”

“Now that’s a tradition I can get behind.”

We lose ourselves in a tangle of passionate kisses and a slow sensual fuck. I will never tire of Hunter making love to me. I’ll always cherish his kiss and worship his body with everything that I am.

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“They’re here!”

After a wonderful first half of the day, I’m looking forward to sharing the evening with our friends.

Dinner is almost ready, and the house smells like Christmas. I throw open the door and pull my best friend into my arms. “Merry Christmas!”

Coop stands patiently while we hug it out. When Zee finally lets go of me and heads inside, I pull him close.

“Merry Christmas, Faith.”

“Merry Christmas, Coop. Come in, come in. I have mountains of food and gifts for y’all.”

“Please tell me it’s not another butt plug. I’m still hurting today.”

“Not another plug. I got you lube to go with the one you have.” Hunter appears at my side, coming to greet his best friend.

“Don’t wind him up. No one can tell when you’re joking now. Not after your antics this holiday season.”

“Only good gifts. I promise. Nothing that’s meant for any orifice of the body. Cross my heart.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

Coop and Hunter give each other their customary bromance version of a hug, slapping each other on the back.

“Merry Christmas, bro. I’ve got a bottle of scotch with our name on it.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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