Harley’s head dropped back against my shoulder, and she looked up into my eyes. “Almost like they were trying to set us up?” Her brown eyes sparkled with humor and we both laughed at the silly notion. Except…
I saw the moment it hit her too. She sat up and turned around, straddling my lap. “Did we seriously get set up by those two little monsters?” she asked incredulously. “Like The Parent Trap?”
“More like The Santa Trap,” I mused with a roll of my eyes. “They were working together.” I suddenly remembered Tyler’s reaction when I’d shown up tonight and seeing him on the phone. “No wonder Luke pushed so hard for me to be Santa this year. Let me guess, Tyler harassed you to come and see me?”
Harley nodded, then fell forward in a heap of giggles. “Seems like we’re all getting what we wanted for Christmas.”
My eyes slowly drifted open, squinting against the bright sunlight pouring in through the windows of my bedroom. Memories of the night before flooded in and my arms tightened involuntarily, as though making sure it hadn’t been a dream. Nope. I had the most gorgeous, alluring woman wrapped up in my embrace. Her soft, silky, nude body plastered to mine.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered as her hand slid down my chest. When she grasped my morning erection, I moaned and flipped us over so she was trapped beneath me.
“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” I murmured before lowering my head to brush my lips over hers. “I take it you want your other Christmas present, now?”—she chuckled and squeezed my cock, eliciting a deep growl from my chest—“Are you sore?”
“Maybe a little.” She shrugged but didn’t let up her grip. “But, I’m greedy and want all my presents now.”
I pushed my hips forward, thrusting lightly into her hand. “What kind of Santa would I be if I didn’t deliver?” My body covered hers, and I hovered over her by resting on my elbows. It gave a me a fantastic view. “You are so incredibly beautiful, Harley.”
Her face turned a sweet shade of pink and she squirmed under me, taking my mind to much dirtier thoughts.
Reaching down, I took hold of her wrist and lifted it over her head and then did the same with the other. I kept them clenched in one hand and began to explore her body. Licking and sucking all along her neck and tits, laving each nipple with ample attention.
Every little sound that came out of her mouth fueled the slow burning fire inside me until it was raging. I let go of her wrists and cupped her face, kissing her passionately. My body lined up with hers and my cock nudged at her entrance. Harley lifted her hips slightly, inviting me in and I didn’t hesitate to accept her offer.
Carefully, remembering her tenderness, I eased inside. Her legs circled my waist and her hands clenched tight at my shoulders. I stopped and pulled back just enough to see her face, making sure she wasn’t grasping so tightly out of pain, rather than pleasure. The blissful expression on her face was my undoing and I thrust inside, planting myself as deep as possible.
Her walls clamped down and she moaned before biting her lower lip. It was so fucking sexy; I almost blew right at that moment. But, as I struggled to hold back, the feel of her pussy enclosed around my cock brought a realization with it. Fuck.
“I’m not wrapped up, beautiful,” I grunted.
“I prefer my presents unwrapped,” she panted and bucked her hips. “Naked, in fact.”
I wanted to laugh and forget all about reality, but we had to talk about this first. “Ditto, beautiful. But, I meant that I’m not wearing a condom. I didn’t last night either.”
She stopped moving and her eyes widened as she stared up into mine. “Oh…I thought you wanted…I mean, last night you said you wanted me to be the mother…um—”
She was adorably mussed, sexy as fuck, and at that moment, she somehow became even more than I could have ever imagined. “Are you saying you want to get pregnant?”
Pink infused her already flushed skin but she closed her eyes and nodded. “If that’s what you want.”
“Harley, beautiful, look at me.” When her chocolate brown orbs focused on me once again, I smiled gently at her. “I would love nothing more than to put my baby inside you and give Luke a little brother or sister. The thought of you round with our child…” The images in my head were sexy as hell and working me into a frenzy again.
Kissing her once more, I let myself go. We fucked long and hard. Our bodies slipped and slid against one another, slick with sweat. My hands were everywhere, feeling every part of her and manipulating her pleasure until she was screaming in ecstasy. It wasn’t long before I was roaring her name as we soared into the abyss together.
We spent the morning making love, wearing ourselves out until we lost track of time. Before I knew it, the sound of the front door slamming shut jarred us awake from a lazy nap. Harley jackknifed up in bed with a gasp. “Luke!”
“Dad? I’m home!!”
Harley glanced at me frantically and scrambled from the bed, looking for her clothes. When she realized where they were, she shrieked and went running into my closet.
“Har—I mean, is anybody else here?” Luke called.
I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. “We’ll be right there, sport,” I managed to respond. Jumping from the bed, I quickly donned some pajama pants and a T-shirt, smirking at Harley when she peeked out from her hiding spot. Grabbing another set of clothes, I tossed them to her.
“I can’t go down there wearing your clothes!” she sputtered.
Putting my hands on my hips, I trailed my eyes up and down her naked body. “Well, you certainly aren’t going down there like that. Besides, I like the idea of seeing you in my clothes.”
“But Luke,” she protested.
“Even if he did notice, which I doubt since there is a truckload of presents under that tree downstairs”—I shrugged—“he’ll get used to it.”
She sighed and disappeared for a moment, then stepped out in the baggy outfit. I grinned and prowled over to her, grabbing up the extra fabric and pulling her close. “So fucking cute,” I growled before kissing her chastely. We popped into the bathroom to brush our teeth and splash water on our faces, then I entwined our fingers and led her down to meet our son.
Luke was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and when he spied our hands, a huge smile spread across his face. “Merry Christmas.”
I kept my hold on Harley, but used my free hand to scoop Luke up and hug him tight. “Merry Christmas, buddy. You okay with Harley spending Christmas with us?”
“Every Christmas?” he asked slyly. Harley giggled and I rolled my eyes before pretending to drop him on the ground, then set him on his feet. “Yeah, Luke. Every Christmas.”
“Yes! I’m gonna call Tyler!” He raced off to the kitchen, leaving me staring after him, a little shocked.
“Wow”—I glanced at the living room stuffed with presents, then toward the kitchen—“I guess you were what we both really wanted for Christmas.”
Harley laughed and wrapped her arms around me. “This is what I’d call a ho-ho-ho-happily ever after.”
Epilogue
Harley
“Dad! Harley! C’mon, wake up! It’s Christmas morning!” Luke jumped on the end of the bed and shook our legs. “Santa was here, and there are so many presents under the tree!”
“It’s barely light out, Luke,” David groaned, yanking him up and tickling him under the ribs until he was squirming and laughing loudly.
“Yeah, but I want to open all my Santa presents before everyone gets here.”
My eyes popped open, and I rolled over to check the time on my phone. “He’s right. We’d better get up so we can enjoy some Christmas morning family time before my parents, Tyler, Holly, Jacob, and her mom and stepdad come over in a couple of hours.”