Page 57 of Deck the Fire Halls

I folded my pants, shirt, and sweater over the chair in his room, took off my socks, but kept my underwear on. Guessing he slept closest to the door, I went to the far side of the bed and was just pulling the covers down when he appeared in the doorway.

He seemed shocked or stunned, his gaze raking down my body.

I stood there in my briefs, which might have been the problem. “Is this okay? I normally sleep naked.”

He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “Oh god.”

Oh yeah. He liked it a lot.

“If you’d rather I sleep in pajamas, I’ll need to borrow some—” Then I remembered. “Oh, can I have the flamingo pj’s? Pretty please? Just the bottoms.”

He stared at me then, probably trying to determine if I was serious, which I absolutely was. “Did you just sayprettyplease?”

“With a cherry on top.”

He sighed but went to his dresser and pulled out the familiar long pants. He tossed them to me. “Will you stop talking about them now?”

“Absolutely not.”

I pulled them on and they fit surprisingly well. Well-worn and soft. Yeah, he was never throwing these out.

Happy, I climbed into bed, pulling the covers up andstaying very much on my side. I folded my hands under my face and grinned as he rolled his eyes and switched off the lights.

He got into bed, staying very much onhisside.

“Now,” I said seriously, “please respect my chaste integrity and stay on your side. No touching, no wandering hands. Definitely no cuddling, and one hundred percent absolutely no blow jobs.”

He chuckled, his smile lighting up the darkened room. “I’ll try to remember.”

I was ridiculously happy. Giddy, even.

“Night, Robinson.”

His gaze cut to mine. “Night, Soren.”

I wokeup with my arm under Rob’s neck, my other arm around his chest. My front plastered to his back, my leg hitched over his, and my erection pressed snug against his ass.

So much for no cuddling. Granted, I hadn’t said anything about spooning or grinding. My dick was very happy where it was right now. It most certainly didn’t want me to move.

But move, I should.

I peeled myself off him, missing his warmth already. I couldn’t pull my arm out from underneath him without waking him so I rolled onto my back instead. At least I wasn’t a few layers of fabric away from near fucking him.

But then he stirred, and rolled over, now using mychest as a pillow. He mumbled, slid his hand over my chest, his thigh over my leg. Was that his dick on my hip?

Yep. Pretty sure it was.

And then he froze, clearly awake now.

“Morning,” I said, my voice husky. “I think you broke the no-cuddling rule.” He immediately pulled back, but with my arm around his shoulder, I held him to me. “Nah, you’re here now. Might as well stay.”

He was quiet for a second, settling back in with his hand on my chest. But he did move his hips back so his morning wood was no longer poking me. “I was having the best dream,” he mumbled. “Best sleep too.”

“Best dream, huh? Wanna talk about it?”

He snorted. “Absolutely not.”

I might have whined. “But they’re the best kinds.”

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