Page 17 of Light of Christmas
Healing will take time. Trauma never truly goes away. It will always be somewhere inside of you. And it will always show its ugly head in the happiest of times. But you can either let it hold you back. Or you can kick its ugly ass and live your life you always wanted to.
I am choosing to kick ass today by showing my amazing man that he isn’t the king of surprises.
Grayson comes out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel, looking like a fucking walking sports illustrated cover model. His jeans hang low on his hips, showcasing his tattooed upper body.
His eyes meet mine and I know he can tell exactly what I’m thinking.
He saunters over to me, and I put my hands up to stop him. “Not so fast big guy. We have plans right now that don’t include me being under you.” I spin him around and smack his ass. “Now go put some clothes on so we can go.”
He glances over his shoulder and flashes me a sexy smirk.
I need to get out of here before he convinces me just by looking at me to jump his bones.
I turn on my heels and fly down the stairs. I hear Grayson’s booming laugh behind me and I can’t stop the smile on my face.
I love that man.
Grabbing the keys, I push the remote start, so we won’t be freezing our asses off.
Checking to make sure Grayson isn’t coming down the stairs, I stuff part of his surprise in a bag with a couple of blankets.
Grayson comes downstairs dressed and ready to go. I toss him his wallet and dangle the keys in his face.
“Let’s go!”
Grayson shakes his head and laughs. “Someone’s excited.”
“Yup!”
Before he can grab the bag and keys from me, I race outside leaving him to lock up using the keypad on the door.
As I climb into the driver’s side, I watch as confusion spreads across his face. He opens the passenger side door, leans in, and says, “Angel. I think you may be on the wrong side.”
“Nope! Get in Bear. I don’t want to be late and it’s going to take us a second to get there.”
He hesitates for a second before climbing in and I can hear him grumbling under his breath. When he gets situated, I tap his thigh and plant a quick kiss on his scruffy face. “Oh, come on big guy. I promise I will let you drive back. I just want to surprise you.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” Grayson leans over, slides his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy, and whispers, “When we get back, be ready to make good on those promises that were shining in your eyes earlier.”
My head snaps to look at him. “What?”
He grips my pussy harder over my jeans and I can’t help the moan that slips out. Leaning into me so that his lips brush against my neck as he speaks, he says, “I could see the hunger in those piercing green eyes when I got out of the shower. And then you slapped me on the ass leaving my cock hard as stone. So, after this surprise and we get back, you will be under me while I devour you.”
Holy shit. This man and his mouth. Grayson kisses my cheek and moves back to his seat. I squeeze my legs together and know my panties are soaked.
I clear my head and plug the address into the GPS. I hear Grayson chuckle next to me as I back out of the driveway.
Asshole. He knew exactly what he was doing.
After an hour of driving, we finally pull up to Grayson’s surprise.
While he was chopping wood for the fireplace this morning, I took to the internet in search of something that I know we would equally love. This day is for him but when I saw that this place had my favorite thing too, I knew we had to go.
I look to Grayson and can see that he is a mix of intrigued and excited. He hops out of the truck, walks around to my door, and opens it for me.
As soon as my feet hit the ground, he pulls me into a hug. “I have a confession, Angel.”
“What’s that?”