Page 30 of Everything I Want

"Really? I just thought it was something silly." I shrug my shoulders.

"Nope, definitely the best part, next to the presents obviously," Keith jokes.

"They were always the best," Jason says, remembering our holidays together. I just can't tell if he was remembering happy memories or sad ones.

I plate the pancakes for the three of us and bring them over to the table.

"So. We might have been eavesdropping last night through an open window. Sounds like you fumbled your way through making it official with Lorelei," Jason teases.

"Is there no such thing as privacy with you two? You're both menaces. But yes, I did. She finally agreed that she is actually my girlfriend," I say proudly before stuffing a large piece of pancake in my mouth.

"Since you're going to be shacking it up with Lorelei tonight at her place, do you mind if we crash here again? Angela is spending the night tonight at our place, again." Keith rolls his eyes.

How much did these two hear? And how did I not notice them? It's like the tables have turned from when they were teenagers with dates over the house.

"Of course you can. You are welcome to stay here as long as you like even if I'm here,” I smile sadly at them. I feel bad that they are being forced out of their home.

"Thanks Pops. You're the best." Keith slaps my shoulder as he carries plates into the kitchen.

Jason and I go into the living room to start the Christmas classics for movies so we can watch them while we open presents. Keith joins us, and we split up the presents.

Keith hands me a present and the boys insist that I open this one first. The smirks on their faces make me nervous because I know by their looks that this is going to be a gag gift. I always get at least one.

I tear open the paper and throw it to the side, leaving a path of glitter in its trail. In my hands is a massive box of condoms. My eyebrows shoot up as I stare at the box in my hands. These boys are something else.

"Really?" I look at them as they lose their feeble attempt at holding their laughter .

They are rolling on the floor in a fit of laughter. Clearly they think they are hysterical.

"So funny boys. Really. Too bad your antics made me get a vasectomy years ago because the world could not handle another one of you." I throw the box at them hitting Jason in the shoulder before it bounces up and hits Keith in the face. It does not deter their laughter, but it does make me join in on the joke.

I feel like a kid on Christmas, rushing to get to Lorelei's house, possibly beating out Oliver in enthusiasm. I finally left the boys behind and told them to come over when they were ready, which was met with even more teasing, but I couldn't wait one more minute. I was an hour early, but I don't care.

I knock on Lorelei's door, and she comes to the door in her Christmas apron, flour smudged across her cheek.

"Hey! You're early!" She says, opening the door wide enough for me to enter.

"Hey yourself, beautiful." I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in. Melding our lips together feels like the perfect Christmas gift. "Want to see what the boys bought me?" I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

"Oh goodness. I'm not sure," she laughs. I hold up a sleeve of foil condom packets and she bursts into laughter.

"They did not!" She exclaims.

"Oh they did. A wholesale sized box too," I laugh, placing them back in my coat pocket.

"Well. You are an hour early, and I only have ham in the oven," she hints.

"Is that so?" I pick her up and carry her to her bedroom. Once in her bedroom I place her down and untie her apron before lowering her to her bed.

I am glad she's wearing a dress again. I pull the dress up over her head as she sits back on her elbows.

"I think this is unfair," she says as she unbuttons my jeans. "You have way too many clothes on compared to me."

I pull my shirt over my head with one hand, and push my jeans down with the other. "There. Now we're even," I answer, frantically, needing to get my hands on her.

I dive down on the bed with her, making her squeal as I cover her body with mine. Our hands are frenzied, exploring every inch of each other.

I rip her panties down her legs, and push her bra up exposing her gorgeous breasts. Reaching down between her legs, I rub her sensitive clit.