Page 28 of First Christmas

“Lucas-” I breathed out.

“That’s right. You’re gonna come for me, Rebecca. All over me. Take everything, baby.”

He drove harder and faster against me and I practically screamed as his mouth covered mine and I orgasmed around him, milking him as he moaned into my mouth and followed.

We stood, him inside me, foreheads against each other, panting, our chests heaving, and he looked at me, brushing my hair off my forehead.

“I love you. So fucking much it hurts sometimes.” he promised.

“I love you the same way.” I pulled his head down kissing him softly.

He pulled back and slid from my body, smiling at the sight of his come leaking out of me. His large hands closed my robe, tying it, before leaning down and pulling his pajamas up.

“You enjoy your library for a while. Nat and I are gonna fix lunch.”

Like he hadn’t just given me the gift of all gifts with a side of orgasm against the bookshelves.

I snorted in disbelief of the scenario and he leaned down kissing the tip of my nose.

“Enjoy it, Rebecca” he whispered, then he turned and left, shutting the door behind him and leaving me in my own library.

I immediately looked around again, my hands still trembling from the surprise, emotions, and orgasm. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed one number.

“Did you cry?” Monica’s voice was filled with levity. I could hear Lexi and Lacey speaking to Nat on the phone in the background.

“You are a brat!” I exclaimed, bursting into tears again.

“Aw, Becks. You deserve everything. ll the good things,” she said, sounding tearful herself.

“So do you,” I whispered.

“We need to have a wine and book night soon,” she added. “I was drooling over that library this morning before we left to wake you and sleepy-head up.”

I blushed even though she couldn’t see me and snorted.

“Thank you, Monica.” I said, running my hand over a bookshelf lovingly.

“You’re welcome, Rebecca,” she replied. “I love you. I’ll text you when we get there and see you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Hanging up I shot a text off to Trevor and Nick to thank them for all their help as well.

I laughed at their responses and shook my head. Pulling one of my favorite books off of the shelf, I sat in the overstuffed chair and opened it, gasping when I saw it was signed by the author. I ran my fingertips over the signature, tears dripping off of my face again, and I snuggled down to read.

“Family meeting in the living room!”

Tossing the used towel in the laundry room off the kitchen, I walked over, peeking around the corner at Lucas standing in front of the Christmas tree.

“Family meeting?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I didn’t stutter,” he stated, grinning with his hands on his hips. “Get in here.”

“What am I grounded, daddy?” I sassed and watched his gray eyes darken, arms crossing in front of his chest. He took a step towards me just as Nat burst into the room.

“We’ll table that for later,” he spoke, his eyes promising me what he couldn’t say.

“Am I in trouble?” Nat asked plopping down on the couch.

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