Page 27 of First Christmas

“You never settle for anything less than this, Peanut,” he added. “You find a man that will strive to give you the world too. You deserve it. Both of you.”

I was bawling again, not sure if I’d ever actually stopped. Lucas walked forward and hugged us both to him. His girls.

“How did you get all this so perfectly decorated?” I asked again.

“Monica, her girls, and Nat came over around eight this morning to place all the books and decor,” he grinned and I gasped. “I wasn’t expecting to oversleep and still be in bed the entire time,” he added a little sheepishly.

“You must’ve been sleeping real good if you were that worn out,” said Nat, walking off oblivious to what we had gotten up to last night that had kept us up so late.

I blushed and Lucas laughed, kissing the top of my head.

“Nat and I will go in and fix some lunch, then we can open the rest of the presents,” Lucas suggested.

Nat nodded eagerly, moving to follow him back into the house.

“There better not be anything else for me!” I warned.

“Nothing I did could even compare to this.” I murmured to myself, lifting my arms up and dropping them, feeling overwhelmed and self-conscious.

“Nat, run on into the house and get your bag unpacked and relax until I get in. Give us a few minutes, yeah?” asked Lucas, keeping his eyes on me.

“Okay. I’ll call Lexi and tell her,” she squealed and took off.

Lucas watched until she got into the house and shut the door to the shed. Walking over to me he gripped my chin between his fingers and tilted my face up to him.

“You listen to me, Rebecca Wareman,” he whispered with authority lacing his voice.

My eyes were wide, looking up at him.

“You don’t owe me shit. You don’t have to give me something in return just because I did something for you. That’s not a relationship. That’s not any kind of relationship. This is love. I did it because I wanted to. My gift is seeing you filled with joy and getting to love you every goddamn day of our lives and beyond. My gift is that little girl out there you brought into my life and let me be a father to. You don’t owe me anything.”

Then his lips were on mine, devouring, his fingers threading through my still loose hair and pulling it back until my neck was arched as he kissed down it.

“Lucas,” I said breathlessly “Nat -”

“Will be on the fucking phone with Lexi and Lacey for an hour if we let her,” he growled, pushing me back against a bookshelf as my body heated. He tugged at the belt closing my robe, letting it fall open and shoved my coat off my shoulders.

His eyes heated as he took in my body, bare before him under the blue satin fabric of the robe he’d bought me months ago.He leaned down, sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth and drawing on it, causing me to cry out, my hands on his shoulders, fingernails digging into his hoodie.

“Better stay quiet,” he murmured, “This shed isn’t soundproof.”

He continued suckling at my nipple before moving over to the other one, nipping at it. His hand delved between my thighs finding me soaked for him, as always.

“Lucas,” I gasped again. “We can’t-”

“Oh, baby girl. We can and we’re gonna,” he growled, standing up to his full height and pushing his pajama pants down to his ankles. His cock sprang free, drops of pre-cum leaking from the tip, and I looked at him whimpering softly. Pressing into my body with his, he lifted my right leg, wrapping it around his hip, guiding his cock to my wet folds and pressing in, bending his knees to angle into me.

“Better hold on,” he warned, voice low, my arms coming around his shoulders tighter as he took my mouth again. Kissing me deeper before thrusting all the way inside of me.

I cried out, the noise swallowed by his kiss as his hips started snapping back and forth quickly. My back pressing into the bookshelves behind me, causing a bite of pain, but adding to the pleasure of the suddenness of the moment and knowing he needed me this badly.

He ground his hips against mine, reaching between us and rubbing my clit with two of his fingers as he looked down between us.

“Look at us,” he demanded, “Look how perfectly you take me, Rebecca. Look how you were fucking made for me.”

I looked down where we were joined, watching his cock slicked with my wetness entering and exiting me and everything rushedover me. The emotions of this morning, the movement of his hips and fingers. How he looked, brow tightened as he focused on getting me to finish before him. Still in his hoodie, pajama pants around his ankles. Me in my open robe. In my new library.

I clenched around him, groaning softly, already close.

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