Page 1 of Rejoice

The Plan

Aprivate island in the tropics. Check.

A super-hot guy who brings me cold drinks. Check.

A candy cane striped vibrator I hoped said hot guy would use on me come Christmas morning wrapped and under the palm tree I’d strung with lights and tinsel. Check.

I was so ready for the holidays.

“Angel, my love.” Gray squirted a handful of sunscreen into his palm and started in on my shoulders. I was eager for him to rub that lotion quite a bit lower. “How about we skip Christmas this year?”

I rolled over and sat up. “Skip? Christmas? But I already got you a present.”

“You don’t have to get me anything. Being with you is present enough.” He kissed me, soft at first, teasing me with promises of what else his lips and tongue could do. Those lotioned-up hands of his snuck inside my tankini top and pinched and pulled at my nipples.

Mmm. I wasn’t the only one with skills. Gray used his for distraction and it worked like a charm. I leaned into his touch and groaned, wanting more.

Wait a minute.

I broke the kiss. “You’re trying to distract me. We are not canceling Christmas Mr. Scroogy McScrooge.”

He rolled my hard flesh between his fingers and licked his lips. “Bah, humbug.”

Mierda, he made me go all swoony with those lusty sparkles in his eyes.

“What if I fuck you so long and hard you forget what day it is?”

It’s not like he hadn’t done it before. But that was a Monday. Nobody likes Mondays anyway.

Not Christmas day though. This was the first time we would get to spend our first major holiday as a couple.

My mother loved Christmas time. She always had all our presents bought by Halloween and we’d decorate the tree after dinner on Thanksgiving. Plus, Christmas cookies were the bomb.

Even after she was gone and my father had wanted nothing to do with the holidays, Gray had celebrated plenty of Christmases with me, just never as my lover.

I didn’t remember him having a humbug attitude about it before. I needed to get to the bottom of this.

I circled my arms around his neck and batted my eyelashes at him. “Yes. Let’s do that. Right after Christmas.”

He sighed. I hated it when he did that. It meant he was avoiding telling me something hidden deep inside that hot head.

“Hey. No more secrets, Gray. What’s going on? Why don’t you want to celebrate the holidays?”

His hands slid out of my top and that tic he got in his jaw pulsed. I hadn’t seen that since we left the club behind. Bad sign.

The way to get him to relax and talk to me about what bothered him was well within my skill set. He was defenseless against the power of the boobs.Off went my swimsuit, and I pushed him back on his lounge chair, so I could straddle that luscious cock of his.

“Angel.” Ooh, how I loved when he growled my name like that. “What do you think you’re doing?”

There was an impressive bulge in his swim trunks that needed freeing. The laces came open easily and soon enough I wrapped my hands around him, stroking.

“Tell me what you’ve got against Christmas.”

“This will not work, babe. You are not the one in charge here.”

I swirled the bead of pre-cum from his tip and raised a smug eyebrow at him. “Talk and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Fuck me and let me watch you come apart on my dick and I’ll think about it.”

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