Page 287 of Hell Hath No Fury
CHAPTER TEN
Groaning into my pillow, I feel every muscle in my body scream with delicious sweet agony. It’s still dark, and I need to be asleep. Why am I being forced awake? Jason shakes my shoulder, kisses my cheek, and laughs when I groan again.
“It’s too early.” A croaky grumble escapes my mouth, sounding more like it belongs to a troll rather than the mother of an excited little boy who is yelling his lungs off from his bedroom. Our door crashes open, and with lord knows what enthusiasm I manage to dig up from somewhere, I bounce to sitting upright next to Jason, acutely aware that when I fell asleep, there was definitely an extra body under these sheets.
“He’s been, he’s been! Santa’s been. Look!” Roman struggles into the room dragging his Christmas stocking like it’s filled with coal and not the countless presents Santa has left. “He’s been to Madi, too!” He jumps onto our bed, his little body shaking with undiluted excitement and the pure magic of Christmas. I hope this lasts forever. The wonder on his face, the utter amazement is something.
“Oh, wow, buddy, aren’t you lucky!” Jason ruffles his hair, pulling him in for a hug. Roman wiggles free, unable to contain himself or be still for a single second more. He slides back off the bed and races out of the room calling for Will.
“Unca Will! Unca Will! Santa’s been!”
“What time is it?” Flopping back against Jason, I roll my head to his chest and close my eyes for just a few seconds more.
“Four-thirty.” He chuckles, stroking my hair. He trails his fingers all the way down my back as far as he can reach.
“Gah, nooooo. That’s too early.” The sleepy grumble morphs into a face-stretching yawn and a secret smile.
“No such thing when Santa’s been.” Jason chuckles, and I can hear the happy grin in his tone. Looking up at his handsome face beaming down at me with such love, I’ve already had all of my Christmas gifts in that one look. He leans down to kiss my lips.
“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Sinclair.”
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Sinclair.” The kiss is tender and perfect, until it’s interrupted by another yawn.
“When did Will go back to his room?”
“About five minutes ago. You passed out, and I kicked him out when I heard Roman start to stir.”
“Shit!” Puffing out a breath filled with relief, his chest vibrates with a low rumble of laughter.
“It’s fine, the door was on a latch.”
“Did you have fun?” I ask. There’s a slight hesitation in my voice.
“I always have fun.” His fingers continue to trace patterns up and down my spine. I squeeze him a little tighter across his waist.
“Not what I mean. Are you okay?” Looking up, I search his face for any trace of anything wrong. There’s nothing. Everything is just right.
“I’m more than okay, baby girl.”
“Good.”
“Perfect.”
“Yes, perfect.” Breathing in his scent, I don’t think I’ve ever been so completely happy. He leans out of my reach and opens the top draw of the bedside table. I can’t quite see what he’s searching for until the pretty black box with an elaborate bow is placed on his bare abdomen.
“Happy Christmas.”
Sitting upright with a sudden burst of festive-infused energy, I ask, “Can I open it now?”
“If you’re quick, and before Roman gets back.” He arches a knowing brow, and I rip into the box, conscious of the tiny footsteps still audible in the distance. Roman is in with Will, but probably not for long.
The glossy lacquered box snaps open and the spotlight above our bed seems to hit the silver object like a searchlight hitting an iceberg. It’s heavy in my palm, smooth, with undulations and moldings giving it the appearance of an oversized pinecone. A large sexy pinecone, ribbed for both our pleasure.
“Oh wow, that’s pretty and big.” I weigh the butt plug in my hand, not quite able to wrap my hand around the circumference. The length alone is enough to make me swallow thickly. Add to that the girth and weight… "Is this a joke?"
“You can take it.” His tone is full of a challenge, and I sniff out a wry laugh.
“I’m not sure I want to put that in my butt.”
