Page 264 of Back in the Saddle

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“Right,it’s officially not Christmas anymore, so I’m out,” Jeff stated as he pushed himself up from the recliner angled beside the one Eric and I were cuddled in.

We were in Eric’s man cave, and it was now seventeen minutes after midnight, the day after Christmas.

Somewhere along the line, Eric had strung multi-colored Christmas lights around the edges of the ceiling, and that was our only illumination.

The room smelled of movie theater popcorn, and we’d just finishedViolent Night.

This was after our movie marathon that started withLethal Weaponthen moved intoDie Hardand finished with Santa kicking ass and taking names.

Jeff had Henny cuddled to his chest. “Great day, sis. Eric. See you two in the morning.”

FYI: Eric had insisted on yet another thing. Jeff spending the night Christmas Eve so we could all wake up and start the day together, as well as him staying that night, so he didn’t feel he had to leave, and he didn’t have to be alone at all on Christmas Day.

That afternoon, we’d all hit up Mace and Stella’s for an open house Christmas buffet that Stella, Cap and Raye had put together, and the gang was all there.

So all day, our Christmas was about family.

Thought I was crazy for falling in love with this guy in about a week?

As you could see, you were wrong.

“You can leave Henny,” I told him.

“Henny’s coming with me,” Jeff replied.

I opened my mouth, but my brother was out the door with our cat.

I glowered at the door.

“Babe,” Eric called.

I shifted my attention to him and stopped glowering.

“Thanks for not giving me my Christmas present of porn comics in front of my brother,” I said.

He started chuckling.

And…yeah.

Eric had run across my stash of porn. He’d thought it was hilarious, but clearly hadn’t thought it was a turn off, considering that day, he’d augmented it.

In front of Jeff, he’d given me a Disney Villain Maleficent heart-shaped onyx pendant with a vine of diamond thorns.

It was sheer perfection.

So much so, I was never taking it off.

“Thanks for waking me up with a phenomenal Christmas blowjob,” Eric replied.

I grinned at him.

That had been present number one.

The biggie had been a kickass, decorative firepit for his yard.

He’d loved it.

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