Page 7 of A Very Fumbling Merry Christmas

Chapter 3

HUNTER

Coopand I throw our shots back, and Faith is hot on our tail. She’s going to feel rough in the morning. Zee is the only one who registered the epically bad idea of mixing drinks. She hands her shot to Faith.

“I’m not mixing. Some of us have work on Monday. You know… real jobs and necessary paychecks?” Coop snakes his arms around her waist from behind.

“I’ll give you ten grand to blow off work this week.” If he could see her face right now, he’d realize he needs to shut the fuck up. “I’ll be your sugar daddy.” She shrugs out of his arms, less than amused.

“I don’t need you to be any kind of daddy, thanks. You might wipe your ass with hundred-dollar bills, but I don’t accept handouts.” Even Faith looks a little surprised by her outburst.

“I was only kidding. Chill out, Zee. I just… I’ll miss you because I have to go back to training on Monday, and I won’t see you until our trip. Trust me, I know you’re not a gold digger.”

“I’m not going to lie, I am happy not to be training on Monday.” I attempt to diffuse the situation. Faith follows suit.

“You’re going to wish you were back in the locker room after a day of Christmas decoration shopping with me!”

“Do I have to come?”

“It’s our first Christmas. We need to pick out decorations that are going to become family heirlooms.”

“Doesn’t that require an heir to… loom it to?” My brain is suddenly a scrambled mess.

“Calm down. I’m not talking about any time in the near future. God, do you really need to be so male about it?” She’s teasing me now, but I hadn’t thought about what our family would look like in the near or distant future.

“I will happily go shopping with you and pick out the treasures for future generations of Vaughns.” Faith throws her arms around me, planting a heart-stopping kiss on me which I quickly deepen, darting my tongue out to lick the seam of her lips.

“God, you two make me want to barf.” There’s a little bite in Zee’s voice. She’s trying to pass it off as playful, but she’s pissed about something. Not my girl, not my problem. Coop will need to navigate his own landmines with that one.

“Don’t worry, I’m taking him to bed to have my wicked way. That tequila is kicking in, and my husband is about to be wearing my thighs like earmuffs.”

Grabbing my hand, Faith drags me down the hall without another word to our friends. I’d tell her it’s impolite to leave guests to their own devices, but it’s Coop, and I’m about to get lucky, so it’s every man for himself.

“Night, guys!” Coop mumbles a ‘good night’ in our direction before getting into it with Zee. I can just about hear what they’re arguing about as Faith closes the door behind us. I’m sure Coop can handle himself just fine. My attention is now completely focused on my wife.

Backing her over to the bed, I reach for the hem of her dress, my hands caressing up her legs.

“What were you saying about earmuffs? Care to elaborate?”

“Consider it your first holiday gift.” As my hand reaches the apex of her thighs, I’m surprised by the distinct lack of lace.

“You’re not wearing any panties. When did you take them off?”

“I didn’t put any on today.” Fuck, she is hot when she’s being a tease. I caress my fingers over her clit so softly, it’s almost a ghost of a touch.

“Why didn’t you let me in on this little secret earlier?”

“Because it wasn’t for you, it was for me. Knowing that in a room full of people, you had no idea that every kiss, every stolen caress was making me wet for you. I find it sexy to know that my pussy has been ready and waiting for you all day—a torturous pleasure. When your lips brushed mine, I felt it at my core, driving me wild for you.”

I have no words for how turned on she makes me. Instead, my lips crash down on hers as I stumble to the bed, throwing her down before dropping to my knees and spreading her legs. The evidence of her arousal has my cock standing at attention, but I plan on enjoying every second and every inch of her body tonight. If she’s been anticipating this all day, I’m going to deliver.

I bury my head between her thighs, licking from her entrance to her clit in one long, languorous stroke. She tastes so fucking good, and the way she writhes beneath me is such a turn on. I set a punishing rhythm, worshiping at her altar. When she reaches down and grabs my hair, she forces me to take her—harder—faster—riding my face to an explosive orgasm. She loses herself in the moment, screaming my name. I’m straight-up ready to blow my load at the sight of her.

She lets go of me and shuffles out of her dress. When I think she can’t get any sexier, she nods in my direction, her eyes burning a hole through my crotch.

“Lose the clothes, Mr. Vaughn.” I’m eager to oblige, but I’m stopped in my tracks as she slides over to the edge of the bed and drops her head over the edge.

“Don’t tease me, woman.”

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