Page 93 of It's Mother-Pucking Christmas!

“I am happy.” He kissed me again. “I’ve never been so happy in my entire life, and it’s all because of you.”

“I love you,” I whispered.

“Not as much as I love you. You’re what I always dreamed of for Christmas, Dakota.”

I let myself drown in those blue eyes—in the love, in the warmth.

Something damp brushed against my bare leg as the husky pushed himself between us, panting.

“Dasher looks like he’s tired out.”

“He’ll be good for about half an hour, then I’ll probably have to run him again.” Ryder took my wrist, careful of my bandaged fingers. “Dasher, you need to pick your bedroom.” Ryder joked with the dog.

“He wants to sleep with his mom and dad, don’t you, Dasher?”

The dog barked.

“I can’t believe your parents did this for us,” Ryder said, looking around in awe at the light-filled hallway that led to the bedrooms. His arm rested comfortably on my waist as we walked slowly down the hallway.

“We should buy some rugs so Dasher’s nails don’t ruin the floors.” I rested my head against Ryder’s chest.

“We’re decorating our house.” He was giddy. “Our home.”

“You and me, baby.”

Ryder closed the master bedroom door behind us.

“So when are we planning that third date, anyway?” I asked.

He pushed me back against the wall so he could kiss me long and slow.

“Or can I convince you to skip it and head straight to the part where you come in my pussy? Okay, he needs to go somewhereelse,” I said as Dasher ruined the mood by barking at the bathroom door.

The husky pawed at the handle, and the door creaked open. Sheepishly, my mom and one of her cousins came out into the master bedroom.

“I told you we should have just stayed in there.”

“Mom, out!”

“Don’t let us ruin the mood.”

“I thinkyour charcoal soap is nice.”

Ryder smelled delicious when he wrapped his arms around me as I was about to grab a platter from the fridge in our kitchen.

“I need to steal that soap back, then.”

“I already used it,” my brother announced. He had decided he was going to spend the rest of the holiday in my house and had moved into one of the spare bedrooms while I yelled for my mom to evict him.

Ryder just grinned. “A houseguest. We have our first houseguest.”

“Wrong. He’s a tenant. He’s never going to leave—or pay rent.”

Ryder wrapped me in his arms, kissing me, then took the platter. “Be careful of your hands.”

“I can use my mouth to suck your cock—don’t worry!” I said against his chest, laughing at the way his muscles twitched. “If this house weren’t filled with my family, I’d take you upstairs and prove it to you,” I whispered.

“Dakota, don’t mind me. I’m just rearranging your pantry,” my aunt called out over crashes from the generous pantry.

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