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Edries nods. “Sometimes, I wish I could go back to the simplicity and magic of childhood.”

I nod. I enjoy my life, and I love my career. But yes, there are days when I wish I could go back.

We spend the rest of the day lounging around and talking. Watching movies. Innocently brushing against each other when it’s entirely unnecessary. We cook together and clean up together. After dinner, we find ourselves on the couch watching a movie. But we’re too busy making plans for tomorrow—Christmas Eve—and then Christmas day following.

Since we’re not entirely sure how much of his order was stocked and how much of mine was, we decided that tomorrow we’re going to splurge and munch on throughout the day. Keep adding appetizers to the table every hour or so and pick as we go. We’ll open a few more activities from my pile to entertain us and stay up late on the couch to watch for Santa.

Yes, all in joking, but talking about childhood memories made me long for those days. I think Edries feels the same way I do since hesuggested it. We’ll camp out on the floor in front of the fire and share more memories while drinking hot chocolate and eggnog all night!

Then on Christmas day, we’ll make a breakfast bake and open the stockings while it cooks. Eat. Then presents. We’ll cook an early dinner—a feast for two, and then spend the rest of the night watching movies.

By the time we’re settled on the details, we’re sitting close. Facing each other with our legs tucked up under us and our knees on top of each other. When our conversation stops, I realize the movie is over. Glancing at the television, I find it’s been over for a while. The screen is dark, the system having gone to sleep.

I lick my lips, looking back at Edries. His eyes are on my lips. “Want to go to bed?” he asks.

I nod.

“I’ll get the fires settled for the night and meet you there.”

With another nod, I get up and hurry into the bathroom. I take another shower, washing thoroughly because… well, I just don’t know what he’s thinking. What he’s wanting. Then I dump my supplies into the drawer next to the bed and climb in.

Then I wait. Nerved up, anxious, and horny as fuck.

Chapter Six

Gabe

Almost as soon as I’m still, Edries comes into the room. He bends in front of the fire and moves the ashes around before loading more logs onto the fire and replacing the safety grate. Without looking at me, he disappears into the bathroom for several minutes.

My heart is racing by the time he climbs into bed in nothing but his underwear. The way the fireplace is set within the room, I can’t see if he’s hard or not. I can’t make out his face with the fire behind him, either.

Edries moves into the middle of the bed and grips my wrist, tugging me toward him. I go willingly. Eagerly. His mouth touches mine and I swear, I ignite like the logs he just put on the fire.

There’s no denying that there’s heat and hunger between us. An urgency just under the surface. But it seems neither of us is in a huge hurry either. Our touches are exploratory, learning the curves and feel of each other as we make out.

When his hand trails down my stomach and stops at the elastic of my underwear, I nod. Mumble something into his mouth that soundsa lot like begging to my ears. His fingers dip into the waistband and brush the head of my cock.

The calm as we surveyed each other vanishes, and it’s not more than a full minute later when we’re completely undressed and bare. Edries pulls me on top of him and we grind together. Our cocks pressed harshly as they rub in an erotic and somewhat friction-filled way that screams of needing some lube.

I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his cock. He’s so goddamn fat. I can’t wrap my entire hand around him. My fingers don’t touch.

“I want to ride you,” I say as I squeeze our cockheads together.

Edries groans. “I don’t have a condom.”

But I do. I stretch along his body, feeling his mouth on my ribs and in my pit as I struggle to get what I need without removing my body from his. I find them, pulling an entire roll of condoms to me since breaking one off is too difficult with one hand.

I drop them on his chest and go to work on my needy hole. He watches me. As if he can see through my navel to how I’m stretching and prepping myself. The hungry look in his eyes makes me sloppy and eager. As soon as he’s covered, ready or not, I lather him in lube and move forward to get in the proper position.

His hands move to my hips as I start pressing his cock into my body. I’m not sure if he’s trying to bring me onto him faster or slow me down. My legs shake with the effort to move slowly, my hands wrapped around his wrists for leverage.

“Your dick is fucking fat,” I groan, dropping my chin to my chest.

“I can’t tell if you like that or not,” he says.

Breathy laughter rushes out. “I like it. I’ll like it more once I can stuff that thing inside me and ride it.”

A shiver races through his body, and I drag my eyes up to meet his. “You like that?”

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