The weeks blended together, and in no time, Christmas was almost upon them. Cole had both Christmas Day and the day after off work, and he knew exactly how he’d spend it… in bed with Millie. Apart from the actual festive meal, of course. They’d have to show their faces then, especially as this year Millie’s parents were coming over as well as Jax’s best friend Paul and his wife Alana. Cole had also invited Draven because he still hadn’t calmed down from the early motherhood being thrust upon his baby sister. The rest of his family had grudgingly accepted the unexpected turn of events, but Draven still had a ways to go.

The only one missing would be Nate. He’d declined the invitation a couple of weeks earlier, citing work. Cole didn’t know whether it was the truth or bullshit. Never could tell with Nate. Still, they’d have a full house regardless, and Cole was looking forward to this holiday season more than any he could remember, because, this year, he got to spend it with the woman he loved.

Not that either of them had uttered those exact words. He was too worried she wouldn’t say them back. Cole could only guess why she hadn’t, but he’d put money on it having something to do with Tanner coloring her expectations of what love meant, and she’d needed more time to truly believe not all men were like him. A lot were, though. Cole came across them frequently in his line of work. But equally there were a truckload of good guys, too, and he liked to think he was one of those.

Cole arose early on Sunday morning and got in an early session at the gym so he could spend the day with Millie. When he arrived home, he barely got the key in the door when a piercing scream sounded in the quiet. Millie! He dropped his bag on the floor and ran for her room. He flung open the door and flicked on the light switch. It took a couple of seconds before his eyes adjusted, not just to the light, but to the scene in front of him.

Nate was standing by the bed, butt naked, wearing a confused frown. Millie had scrambled up the bed, covers pulled up to her chin, wearing an expression of horror. Nate didn’t even bother to cover his junk. He glanced over his shoulder, saw Cole, grinned, “Hey, bro,” followed by, “So, Goldilocks, what are you doing in my bed?”

Millie shot a glance at Nate, her face pale, then quickly averted her eyes. She sought out Cole, who started to laugh. By this time, they’d been joined by Jax and Calum.

“Jesus, Nate,” Jax said, going into the bathroom. He returned with a towel that he chucked at their youngest brother. “Cover yourself up, for Christ’s sake. No one wants to see your dick swinging in the breeze.”

Nate slung the towel around his waist. “Define no one.”

Cole made his way over to Millie. He perched on the end of the bed and rested an arm around her shoulders. She instantly relaxed into him. “Not exactly the introduction I’d have planned, given the chance.”

“Nice to meet you.” Millie went to stick out her hand to shake Nate’s then thought better of it, burrowing back under the covers. “I’m kinda naked under here,” she whispered to Cole. “I was hoping for an early morning wake-up call.”

A flush of desire warmed his insides. “Not quite this kind of a wake-up call, though, I’m guessing.”

Millie grimaced. “Not exactly.”

“We’re shooting a couple scenes over in Brooklyn right after Christmas,” Nate said, clearly oblivious to Cole and Millie’s private conversation. “So I thought I’d come and crash for a few days. My flight was delayed, otherwise I’d have been here at a more reasonable hour.”

“And you didn’t think to tell us you were coming?” Jax asked, shaking his head.

Nate threw his arms out wide. “Surprise.”

Calum laughed. “You are a dick.”

Nate flashed him a grin. “And proud.”

“Okay,” Cole said, getting to his feet. If he didn’t get rid of this group, they’d set up camp. “Everyone, out of my girlfriend’s bedroom. Now.”

Nate cleared his throat. “My bedroom.” And then his eyes widened. “Girlfriend?”

Cole ignored his latter comment. “It can’t be your bedroom when you only sleep in the damned thing five days in the year.”

Nate scowled. “Then where the hell am I expected to sleep?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Jax said. “Now can we discuss this in the living room, please.”

He shooed them all out, leaving Cole and Millie alone.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” Cole said. “We didn’t think he was coming for Christmas. I’m going to kick his ass.”

Millie chuckled. “I must admit it was a bit of a shock waking up to find a naked man in my room, especially when aforementioned naked man wasn’t you. I don’t mind waking up to find you standing over me in the nude.”

Cole cocked an eyebrow and began to unbutton his shirt. “Is that so?”

Millie’s gaze dropped to his chest as he worked his way down. He parted the two pieces of material, and she swallowed. “Don’t you need to sort things out with your brother?”

He removed his shirt, took off his shoes, and then slipped out of his pants, kicking them to one side. “Nope. Jax will handle him.”

He caged her with his body and tugged down the covers which she still had in a death grip up by her chin. He stared at her breasts. God, they really were delicious. He bent his head, sweeping his tongue over her nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.

Millie pressed her hands to his chest, pushing him away. “They’ll hear us,” she whispered.

“I don’t care,” he responded. “I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Another kiss, this time on her mouth. She moaned, and the hands that had been holding him at bay wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. She arched into him.

“Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” She let out this delicious giggle that turned his ‘gun’ into a damned rifle. Over the last few weeks, she’d come out of her shell more and more. Behind the drapes was a dirty girl, and he loved it.

“It might not be an actual gun, but it can’t wait to shoot its load inside you.”

Her giggles increased. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

He buried his face between her magnificent tits. “One day I’m going to fuck these.”

He wasn’t prepared for her next comment.

“How about now?”

He lifted his head as excitement rushed through him, pumping more blood to his groin, his cock thickening and lengthening. “Seriously?”

She nodded.

“Oh God,” he groaned. “What a gift to come home to.”

She raised her legs and tucked her toes into his boxers, pushing them down his legs. He had to help her with the last bit. Sitting back on his heels, Cole flung the covers to one side and swept his gaze over her nakedness. She’d gained some much-needed weight, and now she had a flare to her hips and a curve to her thighs. She really was his perfect woman—not just the girl he’d built up in his dreams but a real person who was so fucking awesome, there should be an arrest warrant out for her.

She wriggled beneath him until she was sitting upright. She plumped the pillows behind her, then reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length. She squeezed and then bent forward and flicked her tongue over his weeping slit.

“Ah, fuck.”

His cock jerked toward her as though it was crying out for more. He concurred.

She caught his hand, replaced her own with his, and grabbed her tits, pushing them together.

“Is this okay?”

His mouth fell open. He almost came. He had to squeeze his eyes closed and think of something really non-sexy. Having gained a little control over his body, he edged closer and slid his dick into her cleavage.

“Oh, man, I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven.”

He began to move back and forth. The more she squeezed her boobs around his dick, the less control he had. His balls tightened as his orgasm built.

“Fuck, I’m com—”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence because Millie raised up on her elbows and closed her lips over the head of his cock at the exact moment he came—right into her mouth.

“God, I love you,” he groaned, his orgasm going on and on.

Shit! It had slipped out in the throes of ecstasy. He gazed down at her. His cock popped out of her mouth. She swallowed. He held his breath. This could go either way.

She folded her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a long, languorous, sexy-as-hell kiss. After a good minute of kissing, she broke away.

“I love you, too.”