When we finally pull into the parking lot of the pet shop, Livi goes quiet for a second before letting out a high pitched noise of excitement. Watson and I both wince at the sound.
“I’m getting a pet!”
“Yes, you are. But listen, you can’t scream in there because you’ll scare all the animals,” I warn. “Watson and I built a home for a couple of guinea pigs for you, but I wanted you to pick your new friends out yourself.”
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go,” she insists, unbuckling herself and scrambling out of the car.
We hurry to follow her, catching her before she can dart through the parking lot alone.
Porter smiles and waves at Wats when we step inside the store.
“Hey, what brings you by on Christmas Eve?” he asks.
“This little lady needs to pick out her present,” I explain.
“I’m getting a guinea pig,” Livi informs him.
“Guinea pigs are great pets,” Porter says, matching her seriousness before breaking into a grin. “We have a decent selection, just flag me down and I can help you when you’re ready.” He waves us toward the large, glass, open topped enclosure with a dozen little guinea pigs darting around and playing inside.
Livi takes her time assessing each one, reaching in to pet them with my help, before finally settling on a fluffy white one and a short haired black and brown one.
“Do you have names picked out?” Porter asks as he puts the two she chose into a cardboard carrier for us to bring them home in.
“Olaf and Sven.”
“Oh, we have aFrozenfan, huh?” he asks. “Beauty and the Beastwas my favorite as a kid.”
“Frozenis the best,” Livi says firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Watson
Once we get back to Ev’s place, Livi spends the entire afternoon playing with her new fur babies, even insisting that Ev reads her bedtime story down in the basement so they can hear it too, before she goes off to bed.
I’m settled in front of the fire with a glass of wine andChristmas Vacationplaying on the television while I wait for Ev to finish tucking her in.
“So, guinea pigs were clearly the right choice. She’s nuts about them,” he says, when he returns to the living room, picking up the extra glass of wine I set on the coffee table for him and plopping himself down beside me on the couch.
“I had a feeling.” She was equally as ecstatic to see theFrozenstyle guinea pig mansion we built for her in the basement, and even added a few extra stickers to the outside of the enclosure to jazz it up even more.
“What’s this?” Ev asks, nudging the wrapped gift I set on the coffee table with his foot. “We agreed we’d exchange presents in the morning before we drop Livi off at Val’s,” he reminds me.
“I know, but you can’t open this one in front of Livi,” I explain, giving him a pointed look so he catches my meaning. He quirks an eyebrow at me, heat dancing in his eyes as he reaches for the package.
“What was I thinking only getting you gifts that were appropriate to open in front of anyone?” he jokes, taking a sip of his wine before setting it down and carefully tearing into the wrapping paper.
“Amateur,” I tease.
Everett’s eyes go wide when he reveals the picture on the front of the box. “A butt plug?”
A slow grin creeps over my face and I nod. He gets rid of the rest of the paper, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, then turns the box over in his hands
“Don’t worry, this has a nice wide base, so it can’t get lost anywhere,” I tease, and Ev lets out a throaty chuckle. “I was thinking I could put it in you and then you could fuck me.”
He whimpers, his eyes flicking to mine, his pupils wide with lust and his cheeks tinted pink. “Let’s go.”
Ev grabs my hand and drags me off the couch, leaving our wine glasses forgotten, as he pulls me down the hallway to his bedroom, closing and locking the door quietly behind us with a soft click.
He tosses the boxed toy onto the bed and we crash into each other, trading heated kisses as we shed our clothes. He runs his hands over my stomach while I tweak his pierced nipples, our tongues battling for dominance before we break apart and both unbutton our pants.
