Page 30 of The Santa Rules
“Isaac!” Avery squeals as she runs up to greet him,attempting to hug him around the box. He lifts it up then sets his arms behind her head, still holding the box, as he gives her a quick hug.
“Hey, Butterfly,” Isaac says.
Avery laughs and crosses her arms. “I told you I’m not a butterfly.”
“I thought you liked butterflies?” he teases.
“No, I don’t.”
“But you have them all over your room,” I interject, confused. She insisted we get them when we were decorating.
“Because they’re pink and purple.”
“Well, I think they’re adorable just like you,” I say.
“Butterflies aren’t adorable. They’re just sticks with wings,” Avery says.
“Okay, Butterfly,” Isaac says as we all gather around the table, unpacking the supplies.
“Avery, have you made your Santa list yet?” Bella asks as Avery’s eyes flick to mine, and she shakes her head.
“I was thinking, we could turn our lists into ornaments and kill two birds with one stone. That way we can send the paper list to Santa and keep the ornament list on the tree, and when you’re an adult you can look at it and remember what you asked for all those years ago.”
Where does she come up with this stuff? I never would’ve thought of something so simple and creative, yet sentimental. Is this something all moms are good at or just her?
“Do I have to show you my list?” Avery asks nervously. “I don’t want Daddy to see it.”
If she’s already thinking that way, I’ve fucked this up more than I realized.
Bella’s eyes connect with mine briefly, and I can’t tell what she’s thinking. “How about this? You and Isaac go upstairs and work on your lists, put one in a letter for Santa, and make a smaller one for the ornament. Isaac will make his own too. And he’ll help you write it in your best handwriting and thenyou can seal the envelope for Santa, and we can fold up your smaller version and glue it into this ornament,” she says, holding out a clear round ornament. “Then you can fill this one up with as much glitter as you want.”
“Yeah!” she squeals. She grabs Isaac’s hand, pulling him upstairs.
As soon as they’re out of sight, Bella’s hands grab the collar of my shirt, and she tugs my lips to hers. I’m overwhelmed by the taste of peppermint as she licks her way into my mouth. Her lips are so soft and she tastes so sweet as she threads her hands into my hair, yanking at the strands. A needy moan involuntarily escapes me.
“He likes his hair pulled. Note to self,” she mumbles against my lips, and then she’s kissing along my jaw and my neck.
“How long do you think we have?” I growl as she focuses on a spot just below my ear that has my cock growing impossibly hard.
“Fifteen minutes tops,” she pants between kisses. I pick her up and set her on the table, then push her legs open with my hips, trailing kisses down her neck now that she’s at eye level. “Oh yes, that feels so good. Fuck, you have a wicked tongue.”
That’s not nearly enough time for all the things I want to do to this woman.
I slip a hand under the hem of her shirt as she writhes against me, grinding her jean-covered pussy against my cock. She leans back onto her elbows as I slide the boxes of art supplies out of the way, leaning over her as I rub my hard length against her. Propping up on my right arm, I glide my hand up her torso and use my thumb to pull down the cup of her bra until I can feel her hard nipple.
Her head falls back, and she bites her bottom lip to stifle a moan as I continue pinching her nipple and dry humping her like a teenager.
“O Holy Night, right there,” she whimpers as I keep my pace steady while increasing the pressure on her nipple.
That familiar tingle starts to build at the base of my spine when suddenly Bella throws her arms around my neck, pulling me flush with her as she arches against me. My release hits shortly after, and we pant heavy breaths against each other’s mouths as we come down from the high.
“Holy shit,” she whispers against my cheek. “I haven’t dry humped someone like that since high school.”
I restrain the growl I want to emit at her words. I don’t want to think about her doing that back then, and I don’t want her doing that with anyone but me now.
“I should probably go change before they come back down here.”
Her eyes roam down to my cock still half hard in my pants.
