Page 82 of Christmas Wishes

Keaton let out a long, low moan as he rocked his hips forward. “Oh, fuck, that feels amazing with the plug in.” He stilled once he was in me to the hilt. Watching the pleasure on his face as his mouth fell open heightened my own. He filled me perfectly. He pulled out again at glacial speed. I growled. “I’ll buy a suction cup dildo and fuck myself on it while I fuck you.” He pushed in too slowly again.

“Yeah. Fuck, yes. Let’s do that.” I cupped Keaton’s ass and pulled him against me. My hand easily fit over one cheek.

I held him close as he fucked me deeply. I rocked my hips to get him deeper, and when he tapped my prostate, I keened.

“Did I hit the spot? Mm. Look at you falling apart for me.” He leaned down and licked the sweat from my neck. He’d mislead me with the speed because as soon as I was about to demand he fuck me in earnest, he gripped my cock and rubbed his thumb over my piercing.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes. More.”

Our bodies moved in sync, pushing each other to new heights of pleasure. Keaton lost in pleasure was a wonder to watch. His smaller frame didn’t hold him back from being able to fuck me senseless. He had me reduced to a whimpering, blubbering mess by the time my body braced to come.

Keaton leaned back onto his heels and encouraged me to slide up his thighs. He kept jerking me with one hand and teased a finger from his free hand around my stretched rim. Fuck, I wanted him to slip a finger in. We’d have to try that. The thought of Keaton fucking me with a slim dildo alongside his dick brought my balls tight to my body.

“Close,” I managed between my grunts.

Keaton’s grin was feral as he tugged on my balls while pushing his cock as deep inside as he could. I groaned as my cum shot up my chest. I shook with aftershocks as he fucked me until he moaned with his own release.

He collapsed on top of me, body twitching. “Plug?”

“Mm? Yeah.” With my remaining strength, I reached around and gently eased Rudolph’s cherry-red nose from his ass.

“Merry Christmas. Since I didn’t get you a Christmas gift, does this count?” He opened one eye and peeked at me.

“I’d say that counts for my birthday present too.”

Keaton laughed and kissed my neck. “I’m glad I stayed.”

“I’m glad you did too.”

After a few minutes, we found the strength to clean up. Once we were snuggled under the covers, Joule came in and jumped onto the bed, curling up at Keaton’s feet. On the opposite side of me, of course.

“Merry Christmas, Joule,” he mumbled sleepily against my chest.

I couldn’t wait for more nights like this. Falling asleep with Keaton in my arms and Joule at our feet. Exactly where we should be.

Chapter39

Keaton

I didn’t thinkI could get any happier as my and Riggs’s New Year’s Eve party was about to start, but the conversation I’d just had with Arlo was the icing on the cake. I couldn’t wait to see my bestie when I got back to Minneapolis to pack my stuff. I was sad over the end of an era, but it wasn’t the end, full stop. Our relationship was evolving.

I slid my phone into the pocket of my slim-cut black pants to finish party prep. Riggs was setting out a few folding chairs in the living room. He looked delicious in his cobalt dress shirt, which brought out subtle hues in his eyes. I’d selected a burgundy lace blouse that looked great next to him.

“People will be here soon.” I rose from the couch where I’d been chatting with Arlo. “We need to get the appetizers finished. And the drinks! I need to get the mixers ready and touch up my makeup. Oh! And get the playlist—”

Riggs hooked his arm around my waist and silenced me with a kiss. “It’ll be great. You’ll be the best party host there ever was. The food and drinks will be delicious and your makeup looks stellar. I like the crystals you added.”

I touched the cluster of white-and-silver rhinestones at the corners of my eyes and over part of my eyelids. “Thank you. And, correction, best partyco-host.” It was easier to reach Riggs’s lips in heels.

I was so excited to throw a party with Riggs in his home. Maybeourhome someday. I had such a good feeling about our future. Instead of an anxious flutter, I felt a calm surety. Getting laid off by Winchester Publishing was the best thing that had ever happened to me. If I let myself think too much about how many things could’ve prevented this spontaneous trip and meeting Riggs, I got nauseous.

We tag-teamed the final touches on the appetizers we couldn’t do until it was time to serve them. We moved seamlessly in the kitchen. Riggs gripped my hip when he reached around me to open the cupboard. I dragged my fingertips across Riggs’s arm when I passed to put a platter on the breakfast table. Riggs dropped a quick kiss on my cheek when he stole a deviled egg.

“I’m the royal food taster. It’s my job to make sure the best apps are served in our house.”

The “ourhouse” part of that comment made my heart grow fourteen sizes, but what made me smile so wide that I tested the durability of the rhinestone glue on my eyes was that he finally considered ithishome.

We’d made a lot of changes to Nico’s house during the week until we had transformed it into Riggs’s space that honored Nico’s memory. After donating and selling a bunch of stuff, Riggs seemed lighter.

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