Page 54 of Stocking Stuffers
“And three, I’m spending it with my favorite person in the world.” He reached out and cupped Sasha’s cheek. She kissed the base of his thumb, then the center of his palm.
It was hard for her some days. Hard to trust that this wasn’t false or too good to be true. But Perry trusted her to get over her insecurities, and he believed in the power of them together. She never doubted that she’d made the right decision by jumping onto that stage last year and putting her heart on the line.
“Dump that baby out.” She waved at his stocking. “We have four hours before we’re due to meet the whole fam at the inn for Christmas dinner, and I expect to use every second of it.”
Their little clans had meshed into one crazy, happy family. Sasha’s siblings were thick as thieves with Valerie and Louise—they all enjoyed torturing and teasing Perry and Sasha together. And Perry’s mom, Rhoda, and her hot young boyfriend, Brand, had made the trip from Hawaii to spend Christmas here. Sasha loved Perry’s mom. She had the outgoing irreverence of Valerie with the sweetness and compassion of Perry.
However, their family felt miles away as they both emptied their stockings, making Perry’s bed a filthy winter wonderland. There were plugs and clamps and vibrators and cock rings and lingerie.
Once they’d opened every last present, Sasha closed her eyes and hummed deep in her throat. “God, I adore our relationship.”
Perry grabbed a Santa hat from the pile of toys. It had the wordsI Love Snowballsembroidered on the white trim and had made Sasha giggle so hard when she’d spotted it online that she’d been forced to impulse buy.
He slapped it on his head and said, “Your pick, sweetheart.”
She grinned, excited that he was letting her choose. Every once in a while, Perry took over in bed, normally when he’d been teased to within an inch of his life, but usually he was happy to let Sasha have her wicked way.
She quickly grabbed up everything she wanted to keep on the bed with them—silky bondage straps, lube, and a fancy new prostate toy—and pushed the rest unceremoniously off the bed.
Perry helped her wash the new toys off quickly with toy-disinfecting wipes. Then he yanked her flannel nightie off and flung it across the room as if it had offended him. She immediately shivered against the chill in the room, her nipples tightening and goosebumps blooming across her skin. Perry tumbled her onto her back and blanketed her with his body heat.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear after leaving a trail of kisses up her neck. “I love you so much.”
She threaded her fingers into his curly hair, trembling as his beard scratched against her skin. “I love you too, Perry.”
A weight always lifted off her shoulders when she admitted that, when she said it out loud, making her feel light and airy and free.
“What do you want to do? Who gets the silk?” he asked, smiling against her throat. They mixed it up often enough that it was a necessary question.
“Me.”
“Okay. I have something I’d like for you to put on first. But only if you want it. You can say no.”
That piqued her curiosity. “Sure. What is it?”
He reached for the bedside table. His hands were shaking.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing. Just nervous.” He straightened up, and only then did she see the tiny red velvet box in his hand.
Surprise, quickly followed by joy, suffused her and she said the first thing that popped into her brain. “Oh my God, I’m naked.”
He barked out a laugh. “Should I wait until you’re not?”
“No, I think this is pretty standard for us.”
They were both laughing when he kissed her and tears filled her eyes when he whispered, “You’re my true love, and you give me so much—happiness, joy, love, laughter, understanding, acceptance—and frankly, those things top milking maids and jumping lords and loud birds any day. I’ll cherish you forever. I’ll love you forever. I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing your smile. I’ll happily do so in whatever role you’d prefer. As your boyfriend. As your boy toy.” She laughed again, the tears spilling down her cheeks. “As your husband. I’d really love to be your husband.”
“Okay,” she managed to choke out.
“Sasha, is that ayes?” His eyes were wide, like he couldn’t believe it.
“You haven’t actually asked me anything. For all I know that box could be filled with tiny sex toys.”
He grinned, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright, and popped the box open to reveal a simple gold ring with a modest emerald stone. “Will you marry me?”
“Fuck yes, I will!”
