“I’ll let your cockiness slide, but only because it’s your birthday.”
“I’m sorry,” I cup my hand over my ear. “Did you just say you want my cock to slide inside you for my birthday?”
She pushes my chest and shakes her head. “You’re incorrigible.”
I don’t give her a chance to back away from me as I lift her over my shoulder with her ass in the air. “I believe it’s time for me to unwrap my presents, Little Red,” I tell her as I make my way into our bedroom.
She wiggles around and lets out a shriek as I swat her ass.
“But I haven’t even given you all of your presents yet!” she protests as I toss her on the bed.
“You can give them to me later,” I suggest, unbuckling my belt. “We don’t have much time for me to unwrap you before we’ve got to get the kids from school. And I haven’t had my birthday treat yet,” I tell her, pulling my shirt over my head before crawling up the bed to place featherlight kisses up her legs.
“Who am I to deprive you of your birthday treat?”
“Exactly. Now, spread your legs, baby girl.”
20
December
“Merry Christmas!” Gunner squeals as he throws open our bedroom door on Christmas morning. Faint light peeks through the shades, meaning it’s still early.
“Merry Christmas, Champ,” Bennett says, his voice gravely from sleep.
“Merry Christmas,” I tell them, my eyes still heavy as I try to blink everything into focus.
Gunner runs up to Bennett’s side of the bed and asks, “Do you think Santa came?”
“I sure hope so. But we won’t know unless we go downstairs and find out. Why don’t you go to the bathroom and wake your sister up so Scar and I can get ready real quick,” Bennett suggests.
“Deal!” Gunner shoots out of the room and slams his bathroom door behind him.
“Gosh, I love his excitement on Christmas morning,” I murmur through a big yawn as I stretch out my arms and legs.
“It’ll be fun to get to experience our first Christmas together with just the four of us. Last night was also fun.” Bennett winks as he pulls me to his chest for a good morning kiss that’s over far too quickly for my liking.
“Last night was fun indeed,” I hum in agreement as I think back on what will likely be a core memory for me. We started our Christmas Eve with spending time with his family for brunch, which was full of tension, and I was glad that was pretty swift. We then spent the afternoon baking Christmas cookies at our house, where I invited his mom, Jax, and his sister Walker to join us. Bennett looked relieved that his dad didn’t show up, and I can’t say I was upset by his absence. Then Gunner and I snuggled up by the fireplace in our jammies while Gemma and Bennett played us Christmas carols on their guitars. I’m a sucker for Bennett’s voice—the deep bass does all thethingsto me.
But I don’t think that’s what Bennett was referring to. If I were a betting woman, I’d say he was referencing what he and I did after the kids went to bed. The two of us stayed up wrapping presents, drinking hot toddies, and filling stockings. That’s when I begged Bennett to give me a private concert, which turned me on so badly, I ended up giving him one of his gifts that I couldn’t give him when Gemma and Gunner were present.
I’m not sure I’ll ever forget the way his eyes widened before they became hooded with lust as he opened the bed restraint kit I got him. My headboard may not have a hidden rail compartment, but it doesn’t mean our little night of bondage had to be a one-time thing. I realized I quite like relinquishing full control to him.
Thankfully, after we tested out his present, we tucked the restraints back under the mattress so the kids wouldn’t see this morning.
I’m pulled from my memories of last night when Bennett leans over and whispers, “As much as I wish we could stay tangled up in bed together, we should probably get up before we miss them opening their presents.” With one last peck, he tosses the blankets off us and I rush to put on a pair of fuzzy socks. I can’t help but chuckle at our ridiculous matching pajamas that Gunner insisted the four of us get. Iwasn’t expecting Bennett to go along with it, but he’s been so good with them—better than I could’ve ever imagined. I’ve come to accept that that’s just who Bennett is—the all-in kind of guy, and being there for Gunner, Gemma, and me is no exception.
By the time I’m back in our bedroom, an excited Gunner is joined by a sleepy Gemma.
“Are you two ready to open presents?” Bennett asks them. They answer by flying down the steps and running into the living room where we set up the Christmas tree.
Gunner does a happy dance followed by a fist pump as he screams, “Yes! Santa came!”
Once they’ve opened their presents and the living room is littered with scraps of wrapping paper and gift boxes, Bennett’s gaze locks with mine from where he’s helping Gunner put batteries in his new remote control car. My fiancé winks at me, and I just about melt on the spot. Having Bennett here feelsright. This is the happiest I’ve felt on a holiday since our parents passed away.
I’m so caught up in my feelings that I don’t notice Bennett has approached me. “We got a Christmas present for you, Little Red, but we’ll have to go upstairs in order for you to open it.”
I playfully swat at his chest as my cheeks heat. “Why wouldn’t you give me my present last night?” I ask him as my eyes widen.
