Page 9 of Christmas With The Kings
“Oh.” I wiped at my eyes with the sleeve of my mittens. “It’s still in Washington. At the cabin. God, I’m sorry. I’m a mess again. Marcel would call this healing. I’ll be fun in like five minutes, I swear.”
Marcus ruffled my hair. “Don’t sweat it.” He smirked. “Christmas is messy at times.”
I looked back at the tree, still upright, partly cut through. He followed my gaze and then cleared his throat. “We should get one more. For Owen.”
“Oh yes, can we?” I exclaimed. “A nice quirky one would be perfect for him.”
Aleksandr
Leaning in the doorway of the media room, I couldn’t help but smile. She’d done it again. Transformed not only us as men, but the entire house reflected her presence.
It was almost unbelievable how she’d come into our lives and changed everything—flipping this house upside down and making it a home. I couldn’t imagine life without her. Everywhere we looked, there were hints of her. Our lives were now whimsical, bright, and full of life.
The guys and I never decorated for Christmas. It wasn’t necessary before. Our family celebrations happened with our parents, a different tradition entirely. No reason to make a fuss here in a house full of bachelors. And yet, here she was—trying so hard to make this season special for all of us.
She’d turned the entire house into a winter wonderland about a week past. It was like the North Pole had invaded our home. And the media room where I found her had her signature all over it.
A grand Christmas tree, one of at least four, stood proudly in the corner. Its branches were decked out with silver and various shades of purple ornaments that shimmered in the soft glow of white lights.
Wrapped gifts adorned with matching ribbons and bows sat waiting for us. Each present would have been selected with intentional thought, worried over, second-guessed, and then ultimately chosen with love. Because that was how she was.
A fire was going, creating a whimsical scene. The mantel had lush garland intertwined with twinkling lights. She’d put a screensaver on the TV, and Christmas music played in the background.
And in the center, lying on her stomach in the middle of the room, completely oblivious to my presence, was the best thing that ever happened to us. She was wearing a cute Christmas sweater dress, something she’d added resembling Nik’s style.
Her legs were covered with white over the knee socks, and the dress had moved up far enough, I could see not only Ivan’s blade strapped to her thigh, but a hint of her sweet ass cheeks. They were calling my name.
She was surrounded by an explosion of crafting supplies—cards, paper, glitter pens, scissors, three poster boards, and what looked like spools of ribbon tossed into the mix for good measure. Her rich brown hair fell over her face as she worked, and her voice was soft and beautiful.
“On the tenth day of kinkmas, my three loves gave to me. Ten feather tickles, nine extra spankings, eight candles dripping, seven minutes in Heaven, six balls to play with…”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at her ability to make up the words as she went. She was so deep into her world of crafts and make-believe she didn’t notice me. With a dramatic flair, she launched into the next part.
“Five back-to-back orgasms.”
Heaving with a smile lighting her face, she continued. “Four tubes of lube, three French kisses, two nipple clamps…and a kiss that became a hickey.”
God, she was fucking beautiful. I cleared my throat. She whipped her head up, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.
“Alek,” she shrieked, jumping to her knees so fast that a spray of glitter pens went flying in all directions. “What the hell are you doing home?”
“Language, young lady. And did you forget, I live here?”
I raised a brow, and she bit back a retort, then quickly scrambled to cover up her projects. “I’m doing top secret Christmas stuff,” she said dramatically, putting whatever it was in her hand behind her back.
“Christmas or kinkmas?” I asked as I walked over.
Fuck, I loved it when she was on her knees. She managed to take me from reflective and appreciative to hard as hell without even trying. I stopped in front of her, and her eyes zeroed in on my cock, making the damn thing jump like an excited dog when its owner finally came home.
She rose, breaking the moment. I stepped closer, my fingers lightly tracing the curve of her jaw before settling on her cheek. Her skin was warm beneath my palm.
“What are you hiding?” I asked, my voice low, as if sharing a secret between us.
She bit her lip, eyes flicking to the piece of paper she released. We both watched it drift, face down, onto the floor. I caught the almost imperceptible hesitation in her gaze, the way she made sure nothing slipped out too soon.
“Not telling you. Now get out. You’re going to ruin the surprise.”
I smiled, my thumb brushing lightly over her cheekbone. “Surprise, huh?”
