Page 54 of Blame It On The Carols

“I think we can make it on time. We’ll have lunch around noon, then open presents after that.”

“Sounds good.”

“Are you sure you’re still up for going with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know,” I replied with a soft sigh. “I guess it just feels like the next big step, like when you meet your girlfriend’s family for the first time. You already know my mom, but it would be the first time you’re coming to Christmas dinner at her house.”

“I think we’ve already established that we’re in this for the long run, Mak. It doesn’t bother me to spend the day with your family, and I’m happy that you want to come spend the evening at the bar with me.”

“I think it’s really cool that you host a Christmas dinner there every year.”

“A lot of people don’t have anyone to spend it with. I’d rather they be there to spend time with people who care about them than to be there so they can drink away their sorrows.”

“You’ve always been such a great person with a big heart.”

I shifted against him as my hand brushed against his dick. “Amongst other things,” I teased, running my palm over the stiffening shaft before he pulled away.

“As much as I would love to fuck you right now, we gotta get up and get moving.”

“For what?” I whined, not wanting to pass up sex with him.

“For one, we both need to shower. I don’t need everyone knowing what we spent all night doing.”

“I think this hickey you left me is pretty self-explanatory,” I countered, pointing to the spot on my chest that I had no idea how I was going to hide today.

“You can wear a turtle neck.”

“No way! I’ll roast! Have you seen how hot my mom likes to keep her house? I was considering wearing that lingerie I showed you last night,” I teased, watching as his eyes darkened and narrowed at me.

“Two, I have gifts I want you to open, and I’m highly impatient, so let’s go.”

He had already climbed out of bed but I refused to get up and rolled on my stomach instead.

“I’m not playing, Makayla,” he warned, slapping my bare ass.

I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, trying not to get turned on right now.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming.”

“Not now you’re not. But you will tonight. Get dressed and meet me in the living room.”

I didn’t have a chance to say anything before he rushed out of the room, pulling his joggers up and tossing a shirt over his head on his way out. I shook my head, not bothering to hide the grin on my face. He was like a kid in a candy store and I loved his enthusiasm this morning.

When I walked into the living room, the curtains had been opened, displaying the fresh snow that had fallen overnight. The tree was lit up, and Christmas music played softly on the TV. I lifted my hands to my face and soaked it all in, not having had a Christmas like this in forever.

“Come sit down so I can start giving you your gifts,” he said excitedly, guiding me to a spot on the floor by the tree.

I sat down and smiled at him as he started grabbing boxes from beneath the tree. We still had some gifts here that I needed to take to my moms from the stuff I’d bought at Frosty Fest, plus the gifts we were taking to the bar tonight.

He started organizing boxes in a pile in front of me while I worked on digging out the gifts I had gotten him.

“They have numbers on them, so you know which to open first,” he explained.

I arched an eyebrow at him, curious to see what he had gotten me. My gifts to him were all somewhat random and didn’t need to be opened in any particular order.

“Um, I don’t have any specific order for yours, so you can start wherever,” I said with a slightly nervous laugh.

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