Page 22 of Snow One Like You

“Hmm,” I mumbled before closing my eye again and tucking her in a little closer.

I was almost asleep again when I felt a sharp poke in my abs. “Go to sleep, Cammie,” I growled.

She poked me again, and I looked down at her with a reprimanding expression. “Are you trying to earn a spanking?”

Her face blushed red, and she stared at me in astonishment, but her blue orbs sparked with interest.

“We’ll revisit that later,” I told her with a smirk. “Now go back to sleep.”

“But it’s Christmas,” she insisted.

“I already got my present yesterday,” I mumbled, burying my face in the crook of her neck. “Half a dozen times.” I chuckled. “At least, that’s what we were at when I stopped counting.”

We’d spent all day yesterday fucking like rabbits. And a good portion of the night. I’d only stopped making her come to nap, stoke the fire, and make us food. We had to eat to keep up with our sex marathon.

“Didn’t you want to call your niece and nephew this morning?”

“Dammit. I forgot.” I gave her a teasing glare. “It’s all your fault.”

Cammie gasped. “Excuse me? Who demanded I come over and over without even letting me catch my breath?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby,” I said with a yawn. “I let you take a break. I even fed you.”

Cammie scoffed. “The five minutes it took you to tend to the fire was not a break. And I don’t recall finishing a single meal.”

“I do,” I remarked with a wicked grin.

“That’s because you ate me!” she argued, her lips forming an adorable pout.

“Are you complaining?”

She pressed her lips together, then laughed and shook her head. “Definitely not.”

The house phone rang, and I sighed, reluctantly letting go of my best Christmas present ever and climbing to my feet. I grabbed a pair of sweats from the couch and hopped over to the phone as I put them on.

Cammie laughed hysterically, and I tossed her a crooked grin before answering.

“Merry Christmas!” I exclaimed. “Ho! Ho! Ho!”

Two little voices broke out into giggles, and I grinned. “Mewy Cwismas, Uncle Sowen!” Owen shouted happily.

“Unca So! Kissmas!” Avery yelled, not about to be outdone by her big brother.

“How are my little munchkins?”

I glanced at Cammie and saw her watching me with a soft smile that I didn’t understand. Warmth spread through my chest, and I reached out, beckoning her to come to me.

Owen and Avery chatted excitedly about their Christmas morning, but I was only half listening.

Cammie stood, then wrapped a blanket around her before shuffling over to me. I curled my arm around her waist and pulled her down onto my lap. Then I hit the speaker button so she could hear their cute little voices telling about all the presents Santa brought them.

She grinned and clasped a hand over her heart. “Too cute,” she mouthed.

“Okay, kids,” Lulu broke in. “Breathe.”

I chuckled and turned Cammie so her back was against my chest and I could rest my chin on her shoulder. “Merry Christmas, Lulu.”

“Merry Christmas,” my sister replied softly. Something sounded off in her tone, and I worried she was pissed I’d slept late.

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