Page 29 of Donner

Jax

The only way waking up in Beau's arms could be better would be waking up with him on Christmas Eve morning, or after my nap on Christmas Day.

I wanted Beau to come home with me. I wasn't even worried about showing him my underground apartment anymore. I wanted him with me. He was my mate. My reindeer and I both knew it.

If I let my mind get ahead of us, I'd worry the rest of my vacation away, though. I needed to stay present, but it took too much energy and I fell asleep.

When I woke, I was sprawled across Beau's chest, drooling on him once again. I tried to clean him up by licking him, but when I looked up, he was staring at me like he'd never seen me before.

"What?"

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"You taste salty. I like salt. Reindeer, remember?" He looked even more bewildered than before. "Salt lick?"

"That's a real thing? I thought people made that up."

I laughed. "Sometimes bald eagles think rocks are their eggs. Is that bullshit?"

Now Beau looked like I had insulted his very ancestors. "That was all over the news. You know it's true. Take it back."

At first, I thought he was serious, but then his fingers jabbed into my armpits and we were both laughing and rolling through a tickle fight. I was lucky he went for my armpits. My true weakness was the tops of my knees. One touch there, and I would hunch over, immobile while I shook with laughter. I resisted testing that move on Beau because I knew the moment I tried it on him, he would reciprocate, and I'd be done. Instead, I tickled his ribs and he collapsed, arms splayed over his head, legs straight out like he'd been electrocuted.

"Please," he begged, "Stop. I'm sorry. I'll stop."

I didn't stop touching him, but I changed the pressure, no longer using my blunt nails to press against his skin, but caressing each ridge of muscle as though my touch could remove the memory of tickling.

He moaned and lowered his arms to his sides, but he let me continue exploring. When my fingers weren't enough, I painted him with my tongue, once more enjoying his skin's salty sweetness.

"Fuck." I felt his cock nudge me as I edged lower, laving every inch of skin with my tongue. By the time I reached the waistband of his boxers, there was a wet spot larger than his cock head. I mouthed it through the fabric and Beau braced his feet against the mattress so he could thrust into me.

"Let's get these off you." I pulled them down, loving the way his hard cock snapped against his belly when I freed it from the elastic waistband. I couldn't resist slurping up his precome and taking him into my mouth.

"Mmm." I hummed around the head of his cock before releasing him with a pop. "Salty."

"Enough. We need to shower."

"What's the rush?" I asked.

"We're supposed to go shopping at Bayside Marketplace today."

"All because you made something up for your D.J. friend?" Call me selfish, but I wanted Beau all to myself for a day. "We can go shopping tomorrow, I promise. Today, I want to enjoy the pool and your knot."

He cocked his head like a bird examining prey. "Are you in heat?"

"No." Santa 30's reindeer were supposed to come into heat in August. "I missed mine this year. That's one reason Santa sent me on vacation."

"Missed it?" Beau tugged on my arms until I was once more sprawled across his chest. His cock was still wet from my mouth when I covered it with my thigh. "Are you all right?"

"Busy." I tried to show my bravest face, but it crumpled. "Stressed. To be honest, I'm terrified. What if Santa needs me to make another split-second decision in the middle of a flight this year and I choose the wrong direction? What if we get lost, or worse, blinded by frost or fog? We've been watching the changing weather patterns, but the melting icecaps and harsher weather systems take their toll. It's only a matter of time before we have another horrible storm on Christmas Eve."

"Like last year?"

I shook my head. "No. I mean the time it was so bad, they wrote a song about it. The time my far-off distant cousin Rudolph saved the day."

Beau cradled the back of my head and leaned to kiss me. "That was a long time ago."

"It was, but —"

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