Page 52 of Screwged for Christmas

“Can’t have that.”

Above me, Aron takes the fat crown of his dick and feeds me every last drop and I greedily suck him clean.

He falls over me, bracing his weight with both hands by my shoulders. Nine long months of not feeling him pressed against me is a long time and I’m anxious to finally have that again after our little package arrives.

Aron draws one cream-covered nipple between his lips before turning to the other. I hold him to me unable to let him pull away just yet. His tongue is divine and I’m greedy, what can I say?

“By the way, your mom called half an hour ago and said she was coming back over in about an hour. Doesn’t want to leave you alone in case I’m called to the hospital.”

Oh! I glance at my cell phone and remember the missed call.

I try to push up but he holds me in place with a hand to my shoulder.

“Aron,” I gasp, slapping at his shoulder which only makes him grin bigger. “What if she walks in on us like this?”

“Then it will be her own fault.”

My man swoops me up like I’m no more than a feather and holds me tightly against his chest as he leads the way to the shower. I couldn’t be happier as I watch him step in with me and lather my body with soap.

A year ago I almost made the biggest mistake of my life doing what others wanted me to do instead of doing what would make me the happiest. I don’t know for sure, and I haven’t seen her since, but that red-headed bookstore owner with the magical brew or whatever it was changed my life. Now, each year on Christmas Eve I make a wish and this year it’s already coming true. I rest a hand on my belly. Maybe it was just kismet and nothing magical about any of it at all, but I know what I feel for my husband and our growing family and what he feels for us.

“I love you, baby,” he purrs next to my ear and shuts off the water.

I clutch his broad shoulders with both hands when I hear a tiny pop. Standing in the middle of our shower, I gasp. “Umm Aron, about that Christmas arrival after all.”

GRACIE

CHAPTER 1

GRACIE

Ugh. Another Christmas.

And alone at that. Frankly, I’m tired of my own damn company, but you work with what you have, right?

I sigh heavily and let my mind wander. My mother cares nothing for visiting thefrozen lands, as she calls them and my father well, who the hell knows. He’s wanted nothing to do with family since I learned to talk and ask questions like: will you be home tonight, daddy?

His loss. Not mine.

I shake off the bad memories and watch moms and dads rush by the bookstore with little ones in tow. Bundles of packages are tucked beneath their arms and the falling snow makes it a freaking Hallmark movie come to life. Only thing missing is the horse-drawn sleigh.

I don’t know whether I want to smile or cry so I opt for being happy for the kids. That makes my heart smile and I take a little comfort in knowing when it comes time from my own family, they’ll have the best love can give.

I swallow the rest of the spicy tea Pandora passed around, wondering briefly if there is any more where that came from. I think better of it and place my empty teacup on the coffee table alongside everyone else's.

Noella, ringing phone in hand, is already on her feet and hugging Pandora, wishing her a safe and warm Christmas.

My phone goes off with a little jingle and I dig in my bag, recognizing the tune.

I’ve been thinking about the man so hard I have to wonder if I manifested the text message on my screen with my boss's handsome face staring back at me.

“Gracie, if possible, could I employ your services for this evening? I apologize for the short notice. Promise to make it up to you.”

My heart is palpitating with the idea of seeing Logan after the morning I’ve had.

I’d planned on staying a while in the warmth of the bookstore. Life has been so chaotic in the last few weeks and months with my jobs and school I've barely had time to really consider where I want to be after I graduate next spring. Finding a quiet place in a city like this is kind of a treat I can’t pass up. With so few job offers for corporate accountants at the moment, I’m half convinced my mom has the right idea and I should return to Los Angeles to look at options available on the west coast.

My heart hurts at the thought of leaving behind New York, though. I’ve grown attached to the bustle and energy unique to the Big Apple. Nothing compares to Christmas in a city that really knows how to deck the halls, so to speak.

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