Page 5 of A Very Fumbling Merry Christmas

“We’ve organized a romantic getaway for the four of us.” I’m making this up as I go. I was planning on taking Faith to a small place I have in Aspen. It was going to be a naked weekend. It’s not like I’d take Faith skiing. God, she can’t walk in a straight line without falling on her ass. Skiing would be a suicide mission.

“Where? When?” It makes me smile to see how excited she is.

“Aspen. Two weeks from now. Gives us enough time to decorate the house, but not too close to Christmas that we’ll miss out on any of the fun stuff. You up for it? Four days of snow, smores, and spiced mulled wine.” Faith makes a beeline for me, just about knocking me on my ass when she slams into me.

“Oh my God! I love the snow. It’s going to be amazing.” Pushing up on to her tiptoes, she nips at my bottom lip, sending a jolt straight to my cock. If Coop and Zee weren’t here right now, I’d have my super-hot wife naked on the kitchen island. Fuck it—my lips crash down on hers as my hands fist in her hair, pulling her close. My cock springs to life, pressing against her thigh.

“Maybe it should just be the two of us…” Before I get a chance to finish my sentence, Zoey is yelling in the background.

“We’re going to Aspen! You don’t get to ditch us now, Vaughn.” She turns to Coop and wraps her arms around his neck.

“What’s this for?” Coop asks with trepidation.

“Thank you for thinking of me. This is a great surprise.” Coop mouths the words, thank you as he wraps his arms around his girlfriend. Faith nudges me, knowing exactly what’s going on. I put my finger to my lips, begging her to keep quiet. With a genuine smile, she snuggles into me, her hand drifting lower, making its way to where I want her most.

“Keep going, and I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you to our bedroom.”

“Promises, promises, Mr. Vaughn.” I’m about to lift her when Zee interrupts.

“Y’all can have your sexathon later. Right now, I want all the details of our trip.” Fuck, I’m going to have to think fast. I can’t tell her that they were never part of the plan. Faith senses my unease and steps in.

“I didn’t get to tell you about my great idea yet. Hunter totally stole my thunder.” She grabs my hand and drags me over to the couch. I try to adjust my pants, but there’s no hiding the tripod I’m sporting right now.

“I can see why you chose Hunter to pop your cherry, girl. You’re lucky that monster didn’t split you in two.”

“Stop checking out my husband’s cock, Zee!” I love that Faith’s tone is jokey but with a possessive undercurrent.

“In my defense, it’s kind of hard to miss right now.” Coop’s brow furrows, but he keeps his mouth shut, which is so unlike him. Has he been replaced with an alien imposter? This guy has got it bad.

“Secret Santa!” Faith blurts out. She does that sometimes—shouts one or two words that really should be part of a coherent thought. I’ve gotten used to reminding her that I can’t actually read her mind.

“You’re going to have to elaborate on that thought, love.” I chuckle as she realizes we have no idea what she’s talking about.

“Yeah. So, I was thinking you and I could have a little wager.” The second I hear the word, I know I’m in for a crazy December.

“Another wager? You know how the last one turned out.”

“Exactly! I got the man of my dreams, and I won the wager. You cashed in my V-Card. You really punched it, stamped it, humped it to within an inch of its life.” Coop and Zee snigger as Faith goes off on one of her tangents.

“Love, please stop talking about your V-Card. What’s the new wager?” I know I’m going to regret asking.

“My favorite part of Christmas was never big or expensive gifts. It was the junk I got in my stocking. The silly games or some little trinket that ‘Santa’ knew I liked. I think it would be fun to have a Secret Santa wager. From now until Christmas Eve, we see which one of us can find the most ridiculous, funny gift for each other. What do you think?”

God, I love her sense of humor. This is actually a really good idea. It will certainly make the yuletide interesting. Not that it could ever be dull with Faith around. I hold out my hand to shake on it.

“You have yourself a deal, Mrs. Vaughn.”

“Oh, hold up!” Zee interjects. “We want in on that wager.” Coop looks as surprised as me.

“We do?”

“Come on. We could use some fun! If we’re all going to Aspen together, we should all be in on this wager. They got to have so much fun with their last one. Why shouldn’t we have some laughs?”

“I thought you weren’t sure if you wanted to keep me around until Christmas.”

“Don’t be a drama queen, Coop. Let’s do it, please?” One look at her pouty lips, and he’s a goner. They both turn to us expectantly, seeking entrance to another of Faith’s hair-brained plans.

“Wasn’t my idea. Not my call. What do you think, Faith? It’s your hair-brained scheme. Does this plan have room for two more?”

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