Page 52 of Unwrap Him

One Year Later…

“What in the holy Hell am I looking at right now??”

I’m standing in the kitchen of our house, arms folded over my chest, eyes stuck on a giant pile of gingerbread cookies on the counter.

But these aren’t regular gingerbread men…

Well… I guess a part of one…

“If you don’t know what that is, I worry about you,” Jesse says, peeking at me over his shoulder while he pulls out another tray from the oven. “You might be growing senile. ’Cause you had one in your mouth this morning.” He giggles at my scowl. “And I’m not talking about the cookie…”

I honestly want to smile, and laugh… But my stubbornness won’t allow me to. Instead, I purse my lips to keep it at bay, shooting him with my favorite scolding look I know he thrives on.

"You made gingerbread dicks,” I huff, unable to stuff down the grin for one more second. It hijacks my mouth as I pick up one of the oddly shaped cookies, examining it.

It’s honestly very impressive… The cookie and the dick.

“Yay, you got it,” Jesse teases.

“You better watch that mouth, sweet thing.” I peer at him, and he bites his lip. “Or I’ll be stuffing your throat with a much bigger cookie.”

He cackles out loud, and I’m beaming. I love making him laugh. He looks so good, smiling and laughing; sounds like a dream come true.

Mine.

I lift the cookie to my mouth, but he reaches over and slaps it out of my hand. “Don’t eat that! It’s not ready. I haven’t even frosted them yet.”

I pout at him while he chuckles, stepping in closer and running his hands up my chest.

“But I’m hungry,” I growl, letting my hands roam his lower back, gliding down to his ass and giving it a nice squeeze. “For something sweet.”

“What else is new?” He grins, brushing his lips over mine.

He drops a lush kiss on my mouth, and I can’t help the soft groan that rumbles in the back of my throat. He’s just so alluring. Just being near him turns me ravenous…

And it has every day for the last year. Since the Christmas that changed our entire lives.

Jesse and I have been living in St. Barth for the last nine months or so. After our vacation last New Year’s, when we decided we wanted to move permanently away from Maine, and out of the States in general, we’ve been living this endless dream in a tropical paradise.

We had to leave when our trip ended, but only for long enough for me to sell my business, and our house. All in all, it took about ten weeks. We packed up our lives, said goodbye to the few people we care about back home, and moved to St. Barth for good. We found our little house, a cozy haven right on the ocean, and started our lives together…

As a former father and his adoptive son, turned lovers.

Of course, no one knows any of that. As far as the people of our quaint beach town are concerned, Jesse and I are just partners.

James McCallister and his nineteen-year-old boyfriend, Jesse Sorensen. Yes, Jesse has always shared a last name with his real parents.

I was adamant about that when I adopted him. I didn’t want to give him my last name, because I wanted to keep the memory of his parents alive, in him.

But maybe he’ll become a McCallister in the future… If he says yes.

These thoughts send a thrilling tickle through my stomach, and it causes me to haul him into me even closer, until our bodies are pressed together so tightly, I can barely tell where I end and he begins.

Swallowing up his little gasps, I suck on his pillowed lips, tugging them with my teeth in between feathering his tongue with mine. God, I fucking love this kid. So much more than I ever thought was possible. As not only my family, the most important person in my world, and the man I would lay down my life for…

But also as my lover; my partner. My treasure, my escape, my sanctuary. The man who makes my heart race, and settles me at the same time.

He’s literally everything to me. My sweetest gift.

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