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I had no words. All Collin and I could do was silently stare at the men who’d been victims of so many of our ruthless pranks.
The day had finally come when they’d gotten us back.
Shit, I think I was prouder of my brother for being so creative than I was pissed off at him for having the nerve. Although being proud of him would fade quickly, and Collin and I would get our retaliation.
The most important thing I needed to know was how the hell they managed to pull this off on Collin and me, of all people.
CHAPTER 20
Ash
After Avery and Nat got Elena and me up to speed, I counted the minutes until I saw Jake again. While Laney and I had been pampered the past few days, our husbands had been masterfully pranked, but Avery and Nat assured us it would end with a delightfulChristmas surprise.
After watching thelive feedof the men enduring that bonfire meditation with the hired actor Jack, playing a guru named Gustoff, I had no idea what mood Jake would be in after he found out his brother had orchestrated the entire trip. It was difficult to believe anyone had gotten one over on Jake and Collin, let alone Jim. I guess it shows that after decades of Jake pranking his brother, Jim had enough and finally got his revenge.
Jake and Collin had just discovered that this was a joke at both of their expenses and while I wished I were a fly on the wall in that room right now, I was more concerned with puttingon this skimpyMrs. Clausoutfit and distracting my man from unleashing hell on his brother and friends.
“Angel?” I heard Jake say as I finished pulling on the short skirt and clasping it in the back. “Where the hell are you?”
His voice was filled with relief and humor as I entered the living room. I stopped, and my breath caught at how blue my husband’s beautiful eyes were. The dark hair on his face from not shaving for four days was enough to make me swoon right then and there. Since I’d known the man, he hadn’t gone more than a day without shaving. I’d never seen him like this before. He looked more masculine and robust than ever, and all I wanted was to feel his raw power inside of me.
“Hot damn, baby. You look amazing,” I said, unable to contain myself as I rushed across the small space to be in his arms again.
“I probably smell like shit. I need to get cleaned up,” he said while his lips moved from mine, and his tongue and mouth worked their way along my jaw and down the center of my chest. “Oh, God,” he growled, his lips moving over my very pronounced cleavage, thanks to this bra, “I’m going to cum just tasting you.”
“Jake,” I panted, searching for oxygen and feeling more pleasure than I expected I would, knowing that we were about to have the most glorious sex we’d had in quite some time. “I’ll get in with you,” I breathlessly said, my hands running over the top of his head while his lips journeyed down the inside of my thigh.
“Glad you said it,” he chuckled and scooped me up and into his arms, “because I’m not letting you go until we have made up for all this lost time.”
I held onto Jake and giggled as he picked me up. I pointed toward the bathroom, and we wasted no time getting into the shower and escalating things. I returned Jake’s powerful kiss, his tongue pressing hard and passionately against mine. Jakemoaned as we slipped under the warm running shower, holding me in one arm and ensuring we didn’t slip with the other.
I was so lost in my husband consuming my entire body that I didn’t even question how his clothes were already off, and mine were still on.
“Oh, shit,” I snapped to reality, pulling my hungry lips away from Jake’s. “This outfit,” I chuckled.
Jake’s passionate expression never changed, and I fell into a trance under his penetrating gaze as he ignored my worry about the velvet Mrs. Claus dress. He turned me around, pressing me against the wall as his hand went to the one place on my body that needed him the most.
The shower was drenching both of us as my head fell back against Jake’s shoulder, and I pressed my ass against his hard dick. Thankfully, my mini skirt covered nearly nothing, and I had nothing on underneath, allowing easy access.
Jake stepped back. “I need to wash up, baby,” he said. “I want to watch you get yourself off in this sexy little outfit.”
I turned to face him, drinking in every part of my man’s perfect body. The dark hair that covered his chest and the line of hair that led down to his large and perfect cock made me bite my bottom lip in hungry desperation for him to be inside of me.
I stood facing him while he smiled greedily at me as I turned this into a fun moment of stripping out of this soaking wet costume. I remained as seductive as I could, loving the moment we were having, while Jake began to wash up, and I started removing my top. Once my breasts were freed, my husband’s eyes went to my hardened nipples.
“You’re so beautiful, angel,” Jake said, stepping toward me before his lips firmly captured mine. “I could take you right here and now, but I don’t want the water to get cold,” he chuckled, picking me up again. Then, in a rush of consuming kisses, we were once again lost in each other.
“I’m giving you your Christmas present early tonight,” I said as I rolled Jake to his back and straddled him.
“Oh?” he said with a humored laugh. “What do you have planned, baby?”
Jake’s head rested against the pillows as I pressed my hand against his chest, leaned forward, guided his cock to my entrance, and slid down the length of his shaft.
Jake’s expression instantly changed with my unexpected response to his question, and he growled a moan that turned my ass on, making me want more. Feeling the intense satisfaction of Jake being inside of me forced me into a zone that wasn’t where I usually played when it came to sex with this man. I became more dominant, loving that my body controlled him in a way that made me feel powerful.
His eyes became glossy as they locked onto mine, and his hands were limp around my waist as I moved up and down, his dick feeling the slickness and wetness of my pussy that had needed him for far too long.
“God, I love you,” he whispered, in a trance almost as if he were high.
