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“I’ve got it all,” Lily says, pulling out a jacket and purse from the front closet. “Get her home safely, please. If the roads are too bad, stay with your parents. Either way, please let us know when you get somewhere safe for the night.” She pats Jake’s chest before helping her friend into her jacket.

“You okay taking her home?” I mutter to Jake.

“Girl’s smashed at her friend’s celebration.” He rolls his eyes, watching Amber and Lily say goodbye with annoyance radiating off him. “I’m not thrilled, but you know I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

We watch Jake practically carry her to his truck, Lily shaking her head the whole time. “I’m calling it now. They’re ending up together.” I pull her into me, thrilled to finally have her all to myself again… kind of. “Thank you, again. I’ve never celebrated a release before, and it really means a lot to me that you did this. I love you.”

“I would do anything for you, baby. Anything. Now go crawl your sweet ass in the tub while I clean up. I have plans for you tonight, but I have another forty minutes to kill,” I wink as I smack her ass. Her giggles follow her up the steps as I watch her go and damn, I love the sound of it. I hope to hear her laughter in our home every day for the rest of our lives.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

lily

Two Weeks Later - Christmas Day

Warmth spreads through me, as prickles of awareness touch my senses. My eyes flutter open, orienting myself to the pinks of the morning light peeking through the curtains. It’s too early, but as another wave of pleasure rocks through me, I realize exactly why I’m awake. Thoren’s mouth latches around my clit, sucking it into his mouth as he pushes my thighs further apart.

Reaching below the blankets, my fingers tangle through his hair, holding him to me. He growls, doubling his efforts as one of his hands trails up my thigh to my aching center. He swirls one finger around my entrance before pushing in, stroking it against the spot that makes me see stars.

I pull the blankets off me, wanting to watch as he devours me for breakfast. His hazel eyes fix on mine, the green glinting when he winks. His tongue swirls around and around, driving me closer to climax.

“Don’t stop,” I pant out as he adds a second finger. His teeth come out to play, lightly scraping over my sensitive nervesbefore he sucks my clit hard again. I shatter around him, my hands clenched tightly in his hair, holding him to me as I ride out my orgasm. When my body slumps onto the bed, he kisses his way up until his lips cover mine.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers against my lips. I kiss along his bottom lip before slipping my tongue inside. He groans his approval, deepening the kiss as his hands spear into my hair. His hard dick rubs against my pussy, soaking himself in my cum. Reaching down, I line him up to slide inside.

Our moans come in unison as his thick cock stretches me, filling me completely in one thrust. I shift my hips, rolling us so I am on top. I love waking up to his tongue inside me, but he loves watching me ride him, and on Christmas, the least I can do is oblige. I rock my hips over him, rubbing my clit against him with every back-and-forth motion.

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty riding me.” One rough hand grips my hip tight, the other drawing small circles on my already sensitive clit. My head falls back, focusing on the feel of his hands on me as I rock on his hard cock.

“I’m so… close..” I moan as he doubles his efforts, guiding me over him faster. The deep ache inside explodes through me as my pussy clamps down on him like a vise. Thoren’s deep grunts follow my cries of pleasure as his cock pulses, spilling himself in me. He pulls me down, burying his head in my neck, as his fingers skate down my back.

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

Thoren rolled us to the side, letting his spent dick fall from me. It’s quickly replaced by his fingers as he pushes his cum back in me with a wicked smirk on his lips. “Does this count as a Christmas gift?”

I choke on a laugh. “We promised only two gifts, so I should be mad if this is one of them, but I’m not. I’ll take this gift any day.”

Satisfied his cum is back inside me, he climbs out of bed. “I think I have proven I will fuck you every day of your life,” he calls over his shoulder as he turns on the shower. “Get your sweet ass in here, I am excited for gifts!”

I happily follow him in, soaking in the feel of the hot water. I thought the honeymoon phase of our relationship would have faded by now, but it is far from it. We love to shower together, taking the time to wash each other. Even out of the shower, we still love to cook together, watch shows and read together, spend every moment we can tucked into each other's arms.

I have been off birth control since the hospital, but I haven’t had a positive test yet. As much as I want to build a family with him, I know he isn’t going anywhere and we have our whole lives ahead of us to have babies. Until then, I will continue to enjoy trying, because holy cow does he make it fun. I love that he can be sweet like this morning, but if I push him enough, he will bend me over and make it rough in the most delicious of ways.

“Whatcha thinking about over there?” his deep voice rumbles against my back as his nose runs along my neck. “You just got the prettiest flush.”

“Nothing,” my denial sounds weak. “Present time.”

I turn off the shower, and we step out, getting our towels. “Christmas pajamas only,” he tells me sternly as he moves to the bedroom to get dressed. “We are looking like a family in our matching jammies when we go to my parents later. I also might have bought some for Shadow.”

He holds up dog pajamas that match the ones we have, and I am instantly in love. The pup in question is eyeing us warily, but she is going to look adorable in them. The three of us dress in our matching reindeer pajamas before heading downstairs. We agreed on two gifts each, one big and one small. Not that money is an issue, but something about it felt special. Plus, he warnedme we would get spoiled when we went to brunch at his parents later. Something about River not believing in budgets.

Thoren lights a fire as I let Shadow out and start the coffee. The snow is piled high outside, a glistening white blanket, but thankfully no more is falling. I knew living in the mountains meant snowy winters, but I wasn’t prepared for multiple feet of snow. It is so serene, and I don’t find myself hating it. I usher Shadow back in, wiping down her paws and sending her to the rug in front of the fireplace to dry her pajamas.

“Shadow’s first?” I ask, passing Thoren a mug as we sit in front of the Christmas tree, one we cut down and decorated together while blasting Christmas music.

He pulls out the two wrapped presents for her, each of us helping her unwrap one. The first one is a new bag of bones which she quickly dismisses for the new purple dragon. Hers had a hole in it and we had to throw it away. She’s been moping ever since, but her ears perk up when she spots the new one.

“Our turn, big ones first,” Thoren declares. We both get up to retrieve our hidden gifts. Apparently, neither of us trusted the other not to snoop. We sit back down with an envelope in hand, as we stare at each other wide eyed. “We said big gifts, Lily,” he says accusingly,

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