Assholes.
All I wanted was to have a romantic moment alone with Talia. Getting chased, buck-ass naked, by a fucking emu with my family as an audience was not on my holiday bingo card.
Merry fucking Christmas to me.
fourteen
Eli
Five Days Until Christmas
Theincessantpeckingatthe door rouses me from sleep. Every morning.
“Fuck off, Lucky,” I groan.
I roll over in search of Callie, but the sheets on her side of the bed are cool to the touch. Sitting up, I rub my hands over my face and scan the bedroom. The toilet flushes, and the water runs. A few seconds later, Callie steps out of the bathroom, wearing only the shirt I wore last night.
“Good morning.” A sleepy smile spreads across her face at my greeting. She looks a little green and sweaty, making me worry. I hope she’s not getting sick. “Are you okay?”
“I think I had too much sugar yesterday.” She rubs her stomach.
“Let’s go back to sleep.” I lift the duvet for her to climb back into bed.
Like the bastard heard me, the pecking starts at the window.
Callie giggles as she curls into my side. “Good morning, Lucky.”
The meddlesome emu rumbles his own salutation. The bushes rustle as the bird flees in search of its next victim.
“See? If you just acknowledge him, he’ll leave.”
“Whatever. That emu is trouble.”
“Especially if you’re naked.” Callie snorts.
I bark a laugh, thinking about that crazy bird chasing Cameron’s naked ass all around the property. “Imagine if that thing found us in the tent.”
Callie covers her mouth as she laughs. Who knows what would have happened if that bird had caught us fucking out on the bluff. Not sure I’d still have my balls.
“Are you ready for your next present?” Naked, I roll off the bed and pad across the room to the closet. I dig through my suitcase and pull out the small, sleek metal box I have hidden inside. A smirk pulls at my lips. This gift is more fun than anything else. Just a new toy for us to play with.
“Another present? Eli, you have to stop.”
Not going to happen.I glare at Callie, but she ignores me.
Sitting up, she scoots back against the headboard and holds up her hand, ticking off a finger as she lists off the things I’ve bought like they offend her. “You’ve already purchased the house in Malibu. Then there were the new purple Louboutin booties yesterday—”
“Those were for me,” I cut her off.
She smiles as the thought of fucking her in them makes my cock hard. Her eyes zero in on my dick. I bite back a grin as I cross my arms over my chest and enjoy her stare.
That’s right, baby. Look all you want.
She shakes her head like she’s trying to fight the spell my dick put on her. “Okay. What about the new guitar for my birthday, the earrings, the cupcakes, the picnic, and the printed map with a heart on Pine Hills?” Hearts dance in her eyes at the mention of the map. I got it made to commemorate the location where we fell in love, had our first kiss, and so much more.
I shrug. “What about them?”
When I told Callie I was going to spoil her, I meant it. I refuse to let her spend another Christmas gift-less and alone or let her ruin my fun. I have never felt this way about someone before, and I want to show her how I feel. And if that means buying her a million presents, then I fucking will.
