Page 21 of Loving Words
The boys’ mumbled voices echoed as they took trips bringing out boxes of ornaments and decorations. I refilled my mug and doctored it how I liked it before cleaning the percolator out and putting another on to brew.
“Hold on,” Gran said, placing a hand on my arm before she grabbed a small silver-and-black flask from behind the ground coffee. “I don’t think the coffee is cutting it.” She patted my cheek. “Your face gives away everything. Always has.”
“No, it’s really not.” I had tried to keep my annoyance and grumpiness off my face. I held out my mug, and she poured a generous shot into it.
I took my extra-special blend upstairs with me and changed into my Christmas Eve comfortable clothes: flannel pajama bottoms with gnomes in Christmas hats all over them and a T-shirt that said, “This is my tree decorating shirt.” It had a Christmas tree and three gnomes climbing a ladder to decorate it. I grabbed my favorite chunky cardigan and went back down.
“No, that isn’t right. The red balls are the last, to fill in holes,” Harrison said as he pulled the red glass balls off the tree.
“I’m sorry, sir. You simply said to decorate. If there is an order, then please enlighten me so I don’t make another egregious mistake,” Jack said and gave me a wink as I entered the room.
“Harrison, dear, it really doesn’t matter what order the ornaments go on.” Gran sat in her favorite chair by the fire, watching the shenanigans go on.
“Oh yes there is, Gran.” I sided with Harrison. “But it’s not Jack’s fault that you didn’t tell him, Harrison.” I set my mug on the coffee table, removed my sweater, and walked toward the boxes. “Here, we start with all the homemade ornaments.” I pulled out a cast of a handprint with the tip of each finger colored. It was drawn with a face, and Harrison’s name and the year he’d made it were scratched into the palm.
I handed the ornament to Jack to place.
He gave me a once-over, taking in my gnome-themed outfit. He chuckled softly and shook his head. “Such a sweet little handprint. Are you sure it’s Harrison’s?” Jack teased.
Harrison straightened his shoulders and held his head high. “Let me tell you that my teacher just raved about how creative I was that year. I was the only one who colored and created people fingers.”
Jack and I burst out laughing. My body physically reacted. The joy on Jack’s face melted my heart. His smile, the twinkle in his eyes, and how his body relaxed with each chuckle shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did. It warmed me from the inside. I pulled another ornament from the box, this one a favorite of mine.
I walked to the ladder, passing Jack on the way. There was plenty of room, but he brushed against my ass when he passed me. The simple touch kicked my heartbeat up a notch. I climbed up four rungs on the ladder before I found a satisfactory spot.
“Hey, be careful!” Jack rushed to the ladder with an ornament still in one hand. His other settled on my ass. “I don’t need you falling and getting hurt.”
“Thank you, Mr. Prince Charming, but I don’t think one hand would make a difference in my fall.” I glanced down at him.
“Maybe, maybe not.” He winked and squeezed my ass cheek before letting go. My head shot upward to see if Harrison or Gran had seen. Harrison was in his own little world of ornaments and not paying attention, thank goodness, but when I looked at Gran, she smiled brightly and gave me a wink.
We continued decorating the tree for the next couple of hours. Each time we passed each other, Jack became bolder with his touches and flirtations. Between the alcohol and caffeine, the coffee was relaxing me. I took a short break to make mimosas for everyone, but I downed mine quickly, trying to cool my attraction. After about the fourth brush against my ass, I saidfuck itto myself and started flirting back.
I tilted my hips and ass backward as I leaned down to grab the ornaments to place on the tree. My flannel pants tightened over my ass. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jack staring exactly where I wanted him to. I winked when his eyes met mine. I made a show of reaching so my shirt would rise with each ornament placement, then stepped back from placing the last on the tree and tripped over my own feet. Jack quickly stepped forward and grabbed me around my waist.
“Careful there, princess, unless of course youwantme to give you CPR.” The warmth from his body lit my nerve endings on fire, and his breath across my neck had my nipples pebbling as if on command. Jack pulled me completely flush against him, showing me that I affected him as much as he did me. The thickness of his cock pressed into my lower back, and my pussy clenched in need. “See what you do to me? One kiss—one touch—was not enough, baby.”
Harrison tilted his head as he watched us. His eyes went wide as things clicked into place in his brain. “No fucking way.”
Gran chuckled at Harrison’s reaction. “Yes fucking way.” She beamed at us.
