Page 114 of Mad Love

“Can we leave this tree up forever?” Weston asks.

We’re standing in front of the huge Christmas tree we put up right after Thanksgiving, and it’s Christmas Eve. Weston’s arms are around me, and I lean my head back on his chest. We’re pretending like today’s Christmas because Weston has to play at noon tomorrow, so that means an early day for him, and not in front of this tree.

“Oh, no.” I laugh. “Caleb is wearing me out. He’s obsessed with the ornaments, and he’s almost pulled the tree down on himself no less than five times.”

“And you have a coronary every time,” he says, laughing as he leans in to kiss my temple.

“Exactly.” I grin up at him and he gives me a soft kiss on the lips.

“Can we wake him up from his nap now?” he asks.

“You’re such a kid.” I turn and tickle his side and he grabs my hips and throws me over his shoulder, smacking my backside.

I smack him back, laughing as all the blood rushes to my head.

“You’re proving my point,” I yelp when he gives me another smack.

“I just love Christmas.” He tosses me on the couch and hovers over me, grinning before he kisses down my neck. “Aren’t you ready to see him open his presents?”

“Yes.” I arch into him when he moves my sweater aside and tongues my nipple through my bra. “So why are you trying to distract me?” I moan.

“Because this feels like Christmas too.” His eyes are bright as he looks up at me. He moves lower, until he’s between my legs. “Let me just unwrap this first,” he says, unzipping my jeans and tugging them down my thighs.

He gives me his undivided attention and I get lost in the sensations, losing all track of time. He makes me see stars, and I hold onto his hair for dear life while I shatter. But I still want more when I come down from that high, and I pull him up and hurriedly free him from his pants. When he lowers his weight on top of me and his tip nudges me right where I want him, we both moan. He slides in a few inches and back out, going in deeper the next time. When he bottoms out, I grip his hair in both my fists and tug his mouth to mine.

“I’m already so close again,” I say against his lips.

Just then I hear Caleb singing in the monitor.

Weston and I freeze and stare at each other.

“Please, don’t stop,” I whisper.

That’s all the encouragement he needed. He’s a man on a mission, his tempo punishing and perfect.

“Are you still close?” he asks.

“Yes,” I gasp.

He grins at me and tilts my hips up, the angle he hits inside when he does this move, never failing to make me fall over the edge. He’s groaning in the next second when I start pulsing around him. His head falls back and he swells inside of me, making my orgasm even better.

“Best Christmas ever,” he says into my neck.

“Mama,” Caleb calls.

We both laugh, and Weston slowly pulls out of me. He stands up, tucking himself back in his pants.

“I can get him,” he says.

I nod and move toward the downstairs bathroom to clean up while he rushes to the kitchen to wash his hands.

“Coming, little guy,” he yells as he goes up the stairs.

When I come out of the bathroom, I hear Caleb’s enthusiastic, “Daddy!”

“Aw,” I say in the empty kitchen.

That’s the first time Caleb’s said it like that. I bet Weston is beaming right now.