Page 8 of Light of Christmas
“Fuck Gray,” Logan calls out as her pussy starts to spasm around me.
I don’t slow down because I am seconds from cumming. Her walls contract and she lets out a loud moan, taking me with her. Her cunt squeezing every last drop out of me.
Our breathing is ragged as I hold Logan to my chest.
A timer on the stove goes off and Logan looks over my shoulder. “I need to get that.”
I kiss her neck and take a small step back to turn off the burner.
Looking back to Logan, I see she is still dazed and in a state of bliss. I brush a hair off her forehead and guide her down from the counter.
“Go shower, pretty girl. You made a mess. I’ll clean this up and meet you up there in five minutes.”
“What? You started—”
I cut her off by spinning her around and smacking her ass.
“Go before I bend you over this counter.”
She pauses and her eyes stare at the counter, considering my alternative offer.
Fuck. This girl.
“Angel. Go. I’ll meet you in the shower and cure your insatiable need for my cock.”
Logan’s eyebrows raise and she attempts to say something but turns around and grumbles under her breath as she walks up the stairs.
Chapter Six
Logan
Ahandrunsupand down my back, waking me up from my unplanned nap.
Groaning, I snuggle further into Grayson’s chest. After our delicious, hot as hell, time in the kitchen that was followed by my man worshiping every inch of my body in the shower and eating dinner, I passed out on the couch in his arms.
“Wake up, sleepy head, we need to put up the tree so Santa can come.”
I peek up at him, even though he is slightly blurry, I can see the shit eating grin on his face.
“I think you may be hanging out with Noah too much Bear. Because that is something he would say to get me, or your mom, distracted so he can sneak in the present closet.”
Grayson chuckles, his arms holding me tighter. “That is a good possibility, Angel. But you are the one that had our tree up before Thanksgiving. I’m kinda surprised that wasn’t the first thing you did.”
“Well, someone hasn’t been keeping his hands to himself, so that makes spreading the Christmas spirit a little difficult.”
Grayson answers by sitting up and taking me with him. He maneuvers me to sit sideways on his lap. His midnight blues meet mine as he brushes my hair behind my ear. Grayson reaches behind him to the table and places my glasses on my face.
He plants a kiss on my forehead and flashes me a smile. “Stop being so delicious, and I won’t have to try so hard to fight the urge to be inside of you every second of the day.”
I tilt my head back and laugh. He tries to bury his face in my neck but I push him away playfully and stand. “Okay okay, enough of that caveman shit. Let’s decorate this tree. But I have a surprise for you first.”
Confusion flashes across his face and I love that I am the one surprising him this time.
“Wait here,” I say before disappearing upstairs and grabbing a small Target bag from my hidden stash of presents.
When I come downstairs, Grayson is taking the fake tree out of the box and setting the pieces on the ground. He sees me and his eyes bounce between me and the bag I have hidden behind my back.
Grayson crosses his arms over his chest, and I briefly get distracted by his muscles bulging in his long sleeve shirt.