Page 124 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
Oof, the use offuckagain.
That one made my nipples hard.
“Well, it did cause some fumbling, some bumping, and it wasn’t at the greatest angle, which meant I really had to aid in his pursuit of the big O. But we got the job done, shook hands, and went our separate ways.”
“Did you really shake hands?” he asks.
“Metaphorically. He’s more of a high five kind of guy, but I feel like a high five after sex degrades the act of copulating.”
“There you go withcopulatingagain.”
“Do you prefer fornication?”
“I prefer fuck,” he says, making me smile.
I made him say it that time.
“Well, either way, it’s been a while for me and that’s okay. I think the next time I let someone pull my leggings down, I want it to be someone blond…”
I bite on my lip, waiting for his response.
Preferably a growly, possessive response.
“Yeah, I agree,” he says to my surprise. “I want my next fuck to be a blond as well.”
My mouth falls open as I push up to look him in the eyes. His expression is full of mirth as he stares back.
“Or maybe a redhead.” He winks.
“Well, good luck finding a willing redhead. I’ve heard they can be very picky.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised. I know one who is so picky, she only likes to fuck in cars.”
“Sounds like she’s real bendy.”
Cole clears his throat, his grip on me growing more intense. They’re subtle reactions, but I love them.
Wanting to keep the convo going, I say, “Have you ever done it in front of a Christmas tree?”
“No,” he says. “Don’t have a Christmas tree to do it in front of.”
“Wait.” I sit up and push away from him so I can really look him in the eyes. “You don’t have a Christmas tree?”
He shakes his head. “No, what’s the point?”
“Umm…well, for the obvious reason that you can fuck someone in front of it, but also, you know, because it’s Christmas.”
“There’s no one in my life who’s important enough to fuck in front of a Christmas tree, and I haven’t had one since my parents died. I guess I just didn’t feel like putting one up. Or any decorations for that matter.”
“Wait, so if I went inside your house right now, there wouldn’t be one Christmas decoration? Not one bauble? Not one wreath?”
“Nothing,” he says.
“Cole, that…that’s not right.”
He casually shrugs. “It’s not like I have anyone to share the holiday with. Just seems pointless to me.”
“But it’s Christmas!”
