Page 117 of Rules in Love
Squeals echoed from downstairs. “Shit, we have to be quick, Finn…ohhh, fuck. They’re going to destroy the place.”
“If you keep clenching around me like that, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” Finn’s giant hand cradled my back. He sat beneath me, capturing, and sucking my nipple, licking up to my neck and back down again, repeating the delights to the other breast, and adding a bite for good measure. I rode him hard, our eyes locked, our hands clawing at each other, twisting through each other’s hair.
He was so beautiful like this, so big, so strong, and lost in a passion that never seemed to fade, no matter how many times he had me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whispered, grabbing his face and kissing him blindly. “Lie down,” I demanded before pushing him onto his back. My hands roamed his chest and abs wet with sweat, and I raised my knees to feel him slide even deeper.
“I can feel all of you like that,” he almost cried.
We fell into a fast, frantic rhythm, my untamed morning curls bouncing wildly around my head as I looked down upon my best friend and lover. “I still…can’t believe this…this is real,” he panted, molding my ass in his hands. “Scarlett Grant and her tight little pussy are fucking me on Christmas Day!” His comical but oh-so-hot carnal excitement pushed me closer to the edge. “I can feel it, Red. I can feel you coming.” Reaching between my legs, he circled my clit with precision. “That’s my good girl. Come for me, baby.” I exploded almost immediately, the whole world shaking as I fell apart on top of him.
“God, I love watching you come,” he growled, his thighs quivering. He rolled me onto my back, the weight of his body crushing mine as he pumped harder and faster. Still recovering from my orgasm, I was desperate to see Finn find his. I pulled my body from the mattress, licked, and bit his nipple, and then watched his perfect face twist as he froze, shuddered, and came inside me.
After too many jokes about Santa’s sack and coming in my chimney, Finn and I crawled from bed, neither particularly in control of our trembling legs. I thought we had a lot of sex when we first got together, but since our reconciliation, we must have broken all bonking records in existence.
Our first Christmas together was going perfectly.
We finally left my bed and came downstairs to find the kids sitting beneath the tree. Iris had the presents already organized and sorted into piles, making Finn beam with pride. “Look, they’re even sorted by size.”
Seconds after it began, the unwrapping was over, and the floor was littered with paper and boxes. The kids were thoroughly spoiled with new bikes, toys, books, and—much to their disappointment—clothes.
Finn was excited about his new surfboard, wetsuit, and a solid few months’ supply of Caramello Koalas. And I didn’t do too badly, either. The first gift I opened was the Austen books, which I screamed in delight over, especially the gildedPride and Prejudice. Along with the books, he gave me a beautiful Australian opal necklace that I’m terrified to know the price of, and a collection of framed sketches of Iris and Ben. How he got those two to sit still and pose for any length of time was a miracle, but it was worth it.
The showstoppers arrived just before we sat down to eat. The kitten Mrs. Horowitz was bringing for Ben had become two kittens. One as planned for Ben, and one for Iris. Never in my life had I seen such joy or heard more happiness from two kids than what I saw when the wee babies were placed on their laps. Both received names on the spot. Both were…interesting. Iris christened her kitty Katy because she looked like Katy Perry. Yeah, we couldn’t figure it out, either. And Ben’s cat was christened Salem because she was black, like a witch. Perfect sense.
Finn
Isat at Scar’s dining room table, a stupid paper crown on my head and an even stupider grin on my face. I tightly held one of Scarlett’s hands beneath the tablecloth and kissed the other every time she looked at me, which was a lot. I couldn’t have been more grateful. My heart was as full as my belly.
And what had we feasted on? What had filled us all to the point of explosion?
Like in many scenarios in life, the Aussies and the English were unable to choose between the two traditions, so we combined them. Scar and Jocelyn cooked a traditional English Christmas that, in all honesty, was enjoyed by many Australians. Turkey, ham, chicken, stuffing, gravy, the best roasted potatoes I had ever eaten, and of course, pudding.
Evie and I did the modern Aussie seafood version—prawns, lobster, and oysters. We were all disappointed that our favorite Moreton Bay bugs couldn’t be sourced in time.
It was a delicious and emotional meal. Halfway through dessert—yes, she also made the bloody banoffee pie again—it hit me. Not the pie, although that would hit me later, too, no doubt.
What hit me with such soul-inspiring clarity was that everyone I loved and cared about in this world—some that I’d come so close to losing—were here. I had chosen many members of this family, but they were family. Even with my mind-boggling carelessness and stupidity, I had managed to surround myself with so much love and affection that I could barely contain my tears. Between mouthfuls of pudding and tender kisses, I shared my realization with Scar, who was equally moved and a little proud.
By four p.m., Jocelyn and Evie were deep into a food coma, as were the kids. Teddy had taken off to celebrate or drink away the rest of his Christmas alone. I was pacing the hall, my cock harder than the trunk of the Christmas tree and standing at much the same angle.
Scarlett was hidden in her room, apparently preparing one last surprise gift. The way she’d whispered “gift”into my ear,with her eyebrows wriggling and a particularly naughty twinkle in her eye, well and truly got the blood pumping, hence my state.
She just had to bloody hurry up so I could see it. There was no telling how long we had till the little people woke.
Another few minutes passed. I had my ear pressed to the door, and I could hear her swearing and cursing, which did nothing to help my state because there was nothing I loved more than Scarlett and her dirty mouth. Another minute passed, and I’d waited long enough. “Red, I’m coming in.”
“Finn, no. I’m not ready!”
I burst through the door, and there she was, standing in the middle of the room, her back to me. Her hair was twisted into a long, loose braid over her shoulder, and she wore the long white robe Ben had given her hours before. It sat deliciously over the curves of her body and barely covered her perfect ass.
“I thought I asked you to wait. I’m not ready, Finn. I can’t get the damn thing on.” On the bed laid a sexy-looking Mrs. Claus negligee thingy that would have looked fucking amazing. But nothing, no lingerie in the world, could look better than a naked Scarlett. Luckily, that was what I was about to see. Scarlett turned to face me, and the robe fell open as she did. Rather than stop it, she shimmied and let the gown slip from her shoulders.
Standing before me, completely naked, was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Every time I saw her like this, she stole the air from my lungs all over again. Her breasts, the feminine curve of her stomach, and the swell of her hips were all beyond perfection. My eyes roamed every inch of her truly glorious skin but were drawn down to her bare center. I had to have it.
I almost ran to her, dropping to my knees and plunging my head between her legs. My hands grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her onto my mouth. She moaned and almost fell over my back as I sucked her lips and slipped my tongue between them.
“Finn!”
I circled her clit, tapping and stroking, edging closer and closer, feeling her body tense in anticipation, then slipping away. I did it again and again, drawing frustrated grunts and groans. When her nails began to dig into my scalp, I yielded. I forced her legs wider and began flicking her clit until she started shaking. When she was right on the edge, I slipped away again, dipping my tongue deep inside her pussy, fucking her over and over. “You taste so good.”
