Page 45 of Ghost of Ex-mas Past
I wakeCharlie up by curling my tongue around his cock and get a thrill when my name is the first thing he says. When he gets close, I dig my nails into his thighs and swallow him deep as he comes.
When he tries to pull me up the bed, I shy away.
“Bathroom,” I whisper, and I throw my pajamas on before sneaking out the door. I don’t know what time it is, but the house is quiet and there’s gray light coming through the bathroom window.
When I finish rinsing with mouthwash and peeing, I open the door and jolt when I see Naomi standing in the hallway.
“Pajama delivery,” she says, and hands me a package.
Ah, right. It’s Christmas Eve, and it’s pajama day. The stack of soft cotton in my hand is bright red with...yes, that’s little reindeer leaping around on the fabric. There are two pairs and...oh no. This year, they’re onesies.
“Naomi—” I start with a half whine, half laugh, but she throws up her hands.
“You know I didn’t pick them out!”
She huffs back to our room and I go back to Charlie’s. He’s sitting up in bed on his phone, but he puts it down as I close the door behind me.
I keep my hands and the pajamas behind my back. “Special delivery.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
I laugh and he throws his legs out of bed, stalking toward me. He cups both of his hands on either side of my head and smooths my hair back.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
I saw myself in the mirror, of course. My hair’s in a messy bun, tufts sticking up haphazardly and darker hair poking up in bumps through the lighter blond. My face is bare, and without any eye makeup, I always look half-asleep.
I let the pajamas fall from my hands as Charlie pushes me against the door, his tongue in my mouth and his hands tilting my head back. He’s put pajama bottoms on, but his chest is bare, and I run my hands up the ripples of muscles on his sides. His body curves against mine, and he breaks his mouth away to kiss my neck, and he drops to his knees?—
Bang, bang, bang.
The door behind us shudders, and I jolt.
“We’re waiting for you,” Yvette yells through the door.
Charlie’s head presses into my stomach, and we both shake with laughter. When my heart stops racing, Charlie sits back on his heels and looks up at me. “Later,” he suggests.
“Later,” I agree, and while Charlie goes to the bathroom, I put my onesie reindeer pajamas on and head downstairs.
22
Charlie
A few years ago,Jody and Erik lamented that they only got all their kids together over the holidays, since the younger generation lived all over the country. At the time, there weren’t weddings and babies on the horizon, so Jody suggested we take a family picture during the Christmas week.
Hence, the themed pajamas.
I zip my onesie and flip the hood up. Yes, there’s a hood with felt antlers on it. The onesie has pockets but doesn’t have booties, so I put my phone into the pocket, step into my slippers, and head downstairs.
“Are you whistling?” Yvette asks. She’s seated at the kitchen counter next to Lance. Jody and Erik were in charge of breakfast this morning, and the cloyingly sweet smell of cinnamon rolls and icing hangs in the air.
Lance tips his chin up to me in greeting as I grab a plate. Bea’s not down yet, so I grab a plate for her too and give her the gooiest middle piece out of the pan.
Yvette raises an eyebrow and opens her mouth, but Lance nudges her before she can say anything.
Saved by the peacemaker. I put a fresh pod into the coffee machine and wait for it to brew.
Yvette sighs and rolls her head onto Lance’s shoulder. “If you don’t want me to razz him, you could at least get me another cinnamon roll.”
