Page 27 of A Different Kind Of December
“Thirty-three years, baby. I never thought back then that I could love you more, but every year gets better.”
“Stop trying to make me cry again.”
I kiss the back of her sweaty neck and then run my tongue over the same spot. Her muscles clench around me, and my cock gives a little jerk.
“Rather make you ‘come’ again.”
She turns her head and smiles at me. “That’d make it four O’s in less than twenty-four hours. Anyone’d think it was Christmas.”
“Every day is like Christmas with you, though, baby. I got lucky, you’re the gift that keeps on giving...and taking. We should spare a moment to think of Santa right now. Poor old fucker only gets tocome once a year.”
This time she gives me a different type of groan. “That’s worse than one of Cam’s jokes.”
“It is one of Cam’s jokes; he cracked it earlier.”
We’re both quiet again for a moment.
“I love you, Lennon Layton. Thank you for our amazing life and another fantastic Christmas. I know things have been a bit shit lately, what with everything that’s been going on with Paige, but I’m so very glad to have you to lean on through it all.”
“Teamwork, baby, team—”
I’m cut off as someone bangs on the door.
“You better not be having sex in my office. I have security cameras in there; everything gets recorded. If you are, I’m so showing it to Mum and Dad tomorrow.”
“Fuck off, Porge.”
“Make me! And don’t call me that!”
I lay one more kiss beneath my wife's ear. “Merry Christmas, baby, now let’s get you cleaned up.”
MARLEY
“Where’s Jimmie?” Georgia asks, floppingdown on the sofa next to Ash.
“Went wandering off earlier. Len went looking for her. Now, who knows. Probably shagging in your office or somewhere.”
Ash then proceeds to pout her lips and look at me.
“Everyone’s getting some tonight except for me. I’m not feeling the love—or your dick. Not. At. All.”
“Baby, I was singing. I know I’m good, but I can’t give you a live version of “Fairytale Of New York” and sex at the same time. Especially in the middle of my sister’s family room with an audience.”
She gives me a lazy, drunken smile. “You used to like people watching us.” And fuck me if I’m not suddenly rock hard.
Now that no one is karoakeing, the only sound in the room is our conversation, but then all falls silent when we hear a loud groan coming from the hallway.
“Oh my God, they are actually having sex in my office,” Georgia snaps, her head turning towards Cam. “T, they’re shagging in my office.”
Cam shrugs his big shoulders. “So?”
“That’s...It’s...no, just no.”
“Calm the fuck down, Kitten. They’re fucking, not killing each other.” But George isn’t listening. She hauls herself off the sofa and sways her way up the hallway.
“Ooops.” Ash giggles.
“You better not be having sex in my office.” We hear George shout as she bangs on the door. “I have security cameras in there; everything gets recorded. If you are, I’m so showing it to Mum and Dad tomorrow.”
