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“Thank you.” Tilting back, I take his lips against mine and part his mouth with my tongue, thanking him in the only way I know how.
He leans back on the bed, taking me with him, a giggle popping out of my mouth as we crash to the mattress. Moving out of his hold, I spin around and prop my hands on his chest, looking down at him, those dark chocolate eyes melting me into a puddle of lust.
“Come to my house tomorrow. Meet my parents, meet my brother.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “You want me to come over and crash your Christmas?”
“Yes.”
He rubs my arms. “I don’t want to intrude. That’s your time with your family.”
“What are you doing?”
He pushes his hand through his hair. “Uh, waking up, probably working out, and then I’ll visit Gramps. They always have a Christmas brunch at his nursing home.”
“What are you doing after?”
He shrugs. “Hanging out in the pool house. Stryder’s family does their own thing. They always invite me, but I don’t want to intrude so I just hang out and read.”
My freaking heart.
“Please come over for dinner. I really want you to meet everyone.” I kiss his chest and then look up at him. “Please.”
I move my body down his, knowing I have about ten minutes before I really have to get ready for work.
“Please,” I say again, kissing each divot of his abdomen and then moving to just below his belly button. He sucks in a sharp breath as my hair dances over his thighs.
“Fuck if I can ever say no to you.”
Smiling, I move farther down and bring his cock to my lips, thick and heavy and primed and ready for me. Time for his early Christmas present.
Chapter Twenty-Five
COLBY
“Merry Christmas, Gramps.”
“Colby, you’re here.” Gramps holds his arms out to me from his wheelchair, and I bend down to give him a hug, his friends in the community surrounding him. “You guys remember Colby, right?”
Everyone says hi or waves, some of them more energetic than the others. Gramps might be slow-moving, but he still has his articulate mind. He’s sharp as a whip, can recount every detail of his flying days, and never forgets a memory he has with me.
“Merry Christmas,” I say to everyone while taking a seat next to Gramps at his table. “Thanks for saving me a seat.” I pat him on the back.
“Wouldn’t miss out on having Christmas brunch with my favorite boy. This might be our last for a while. Who knows if you’ll be able to get back here while you’re in flight school?”
“I’ll do my best, you know that.”
“I know. And I’m thankful. Why don’t you get us some food? You know what I like.”
The line for brunch is long, with visitors grabbing plates for their loved ones, going for all the healthy things like eggs and fruit. But not me. It’s tradition. Christmas brunch consists of Gramps and me eating every pastry, donut, and croissant the brunch line offers as well as a plate of bacon. It’s really unhealthy, a meal I will spend the next three days trying to work off, but it’s our tradition. This will be our fourth year celebrating with carbs, and I couldn’t imagine it any other way.
I bypass all the fruit and eggs, pile one plate with bacon and another with all the good stuff and then head to the table where there are pitchers of water and orange juice in the center. I pour us each a drink and take a seat.
“Donuts look really good this year, Gramps. They had some fritters.”
“Oh, we have to eat those first.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I hand Gramps a smaller plate and a fritter and divvy one out for myself as well. While we start chowing down on our food, I ask Gramps, “How have you been?”
