My time at the Brocks’ house has been the most exciting Christmas holiday I’ve ever had. True, competition isn’t fierce as I can’t remember many happy Christmas holidays. During Christmas holiday, I’ve always felt a sense of not belonging wherever I end up. Like being a fifth wheel, but worse. Other than the awkward feeling of being out of place, I felt as though people viewed me as their charitable deed for the season. Their goodwill at work. Anne’s parents made me feel that way. Whenever they introduced me to friends or family at Christmas, they’d never fail to mention that I, unfortunately, had nowhere to spend Christmas. They’d further go on to say they felt ‘blessed’ to have me. Gag. The words felt shallow considering they hardly knew me, and Christmas was the only time I was ever invited to their home. In these moments, I knew they were trying to impress their friends, so I’d play along with a big smile and express my gratitude—to them, in front of their friends. Again, and again throughout the holiday, I’d do this. But I don’t feel like a seasonal charity at the Brocks’. I don’t feel like a guest, either. I don’t know what I feel, but the warmth and welcoming from the Brocks is indescribable. I don’t feel awkward; I feel at home.

We haven’t celebrated Christmas Day yet, but we’ve done plenty of things with Brett and his family. His Uncle Steve and some cousins dropped by and we went ice skating with them. Later in the day, Brett and I went back to Columbus with his Uncle and family and had dinner. I’ve gotten to know a few of the families that rent stalls from Dana, too. They casually drop by to look after their horses and are like family to the Brocks. They check in on the house and try to help Dana with any maintenance in the house or farm that she may need. Often Dana will get their help and make them a meal. This has led to a lot of great dinner conversations and—much to Brett’s chagrin—throwback stories of when Brett was still a boy. Though many people come and go, it doesn’t feel like a hotel like Anne’s parents’ home. Everyone knows everyone, so it’s like a big family.

Though Brett is happy to be home again, I can sense he is getting a little annoyed with the constant company. We haven’t been alone since arriving. So, earlier this morning, when Elena and Dana announced they were heading into town to go Christmas shopping. Brett’s reaction was priceless.

“You’re leaving?” he asks, brightly. But then he immediately contains his excitement.

“Yes. We have some last-minute Christmas gifts to pick up.” Dana looks between the two of us. “Brett, perhaps you should take Lexi snowmobiling while we are gone.”

“Uh, yeah,” Brett says slowly. “But there’s not much to see other than snow-covered paths and trees.” I can sense Brett doesn’t want to leave the house; there are other things he’d rather be doing while Dana and Elena are away.

Elena snickers, “Maybe you should take her to the other side of the mountain.”

Dana brightens. “That’s a wonderful idea. You can show her that old log cabin. It’s over a hundred years old, Lexi. But it’s been abandoned.”

“That’s interesting,” I say, mentally picturing Brett naked.

“That’s a couple hours away with the snowmobile,” Brett says, complaining. “We’ll freeze, Mom.”

“Nonsense, Brett. You’ve gone there plenty of times during the winter with your friends when you were in high school.”

I want to laugh. Dana is trying to keep Brett and I occupied while they’re away. Brett grimaces. “Yeah, Lexi might be interested in going to the old shack. How ‘bout it, Lexi? You want to go snowmobiling?”

“Sure. Sounds fun,” I say, lying. “I’ve never done that before.”

After lunch, Elena and Dana watch as Brett and I get bundled up to go snowmobiling. Once we are outside, we watch them leave for Columbus in Dana’s SUV.

“Hey, sports bunny,” Brett says, “do you actually want to go to the log cabin?”

“Hardly.”

He laughs, as we wave good-bye. “Nor do I. We’ll take a quick spin.”

We both straddle the snowmobile, with Brett riding in the front and me in the back. He turns on the ignition. “Hold on, Driver,” he says huskily. I clutch my arms around his chest. Though his suit is thick, so is mine, I feel chills putting my arms around his thick muscle. It’s an exciting adrenaline rush as we race through the paths in the forest. Though I know the ride won’t last long, it’s enjoyable to cling to his warm body. Feeling small against his large stature is paradise. I can’t stop smiling.

As we circle around the house and barns, Brett points toward a garden. “My mother loves gardening, and she grows gerber daisies, orange dahlia’s and sunflowers in the spring,” he calls back through his helmet. “The front yard is covered with them, you should come down to see it.”

I blush at the thought that this trip isn’t over and he’s already inviting me to come back. “Sounds great!” I call back. “It would be nice to come back after the football season is over.”

Next, he takes me down to the pond Dana had mentioned earlier. It’s frozen over with thick ice and there are snow-covered mountains nestled behind it. The view is breathtaking.

“Wow. These mountains are beautiful. I’m surprised you didn’t become a hockey player with this kind of view.”

He chuckles, “Actually, I did play hockey. But I could tell that doing so many sports was kind of hectic for my mom’s schedule.”

“What other sports did you play?”

“Soccer, lacrosse, and baseball. But football was always my favorite.”

As he says this he treks across the thick ice of the pond. When we get across he shows me a small cave between the mountains he used to go to as a boy and a log house he attempted to build as a teen.

I laugh, “Was your mother’s house not large enough?”

He grins, “No, I think I was always looking for something to do.”

After touring, we head back to the house and take off our suits. Though we hadn’t been out long, I notice that I am somewhat sweaty from the heat of the suit. Brett makes us some hot chocolate and we sit near the woodstove chatting. Laughing off how eager Dana was to make us busy while they were out.

“Mom and Elena like you, you know,” Brett says. “To be honest, I think they may be getting you a gift.”

I giggle, “They don’t need to be doing that. Actually, I did bring your mother a bottle of wine. It’s in my suitcase. But I haven’t gotten anything for Elena.” I rub my forearm, feeling slightly ashamed.

“Don’t worry about it.” He tucks some of my blonde hair behind my ear as he looks intensely into my eyes. He’s been looking at me like that for the past couple days. My body shivers.

“You know,” he whispers, ““I got you a couple of Christmas gifts, bunny. Want to open them?”

“Don’t you want me to open them on Christmas day?”

“Some of these things I don’t want you to open in front of my sister or my mother, wait right here.”

He leaves to go to his room and comes back a few minutes later. I wonder if I should get my gifts for him. I made a collection of all the interviews and highlights he has had this year on the field and edited them into one video. I also got him a gift certificate to Kimura’s with a limo ride afterward. Though, I think the limo ride after is more for myself.

I hear him trampling down the stairs and he enters the living room. I put my hot chocolate on the mantle above the woodstove. There are two boxes, one is large, and one is very small.

“Open the big one first.” He hands it to me.

I sit on the hearth and he sits across from me. I tear through the gift wrap and pull off the lid. It’s a Blazers leather bomber jacket. I start giggling, “You’re giving me your jacket? Isn’t that something the high school quarterback gives to the head cheerleader?”

He flashes his glossy white teeth. “Well, you are kind of my cheerleader, aren’t you? But I’m not giving you my jacket. That’s cheap. Besides, the quarterback usually asks for it back mid-season.” I chuckle. “No, Lexi, I had this one made for you.” He turns the jacket over and on the back ‘DRIVER’ is embroidered in thick block letters.

I give him a puppy dog look, melting, “That’s so sweet.”

“And this.” He hands me the smaller present. I open the tiny box and take out the item. “What is this?” It’s an egg-shaped item. “Is this a cooking timer. Is this a hint you want me to come over and start cooking your meals? Not going to happen, Brett. I’m not a chef like your mother.”

“No.” He guffaws. “That’s not a timer.”

“What is it?”

“Can I show you,” he asks, a lustful look in his eye. Wow. It’s a sex toy.

“Come on, bunny. Do you expect me to have you here the entire week without us having any fun?” he asks with a mischievous smile.

I begin to blush, “What if Dana and Elena come back? You don’t want them catching us.” I rise to my knees.

“The snow is thick, and the drive is long.” He gets onto his knees. “They won’t be back for a while.” His stare is carnivorous, and his eyes drop to my lips. His mouth warms mine and his tongue deftly pleasures mine. I know we should go upstairs to avoid the possibility of Dana and Elena interrupting, but his scintillating kisses trailing down my neck, make me immovable. I reach out to touch his rock-hard abs. He quickly pulls his grey waffle shirt over his head and throws it across the floor.

I peel off my sweater as he races through the buttons on the front of my jeans. I graze my hand down his athletic physique. It has a kind of sheen to it; sweat from his snowmobiling suit. I’m about to lean in and kiss every inch of his perfection, but he puts up a firm hand holding me back. He’s eyeing my crotch, “Lexi, I want to see you play with your new Christmas toy.”

Fire burns inside me as his hands tears my tights down to my knees. He places his hand on my panty, I move my thighs slightly apart to allow him entry. He touches the thin piece of material between my legs with his fingers, my panties are soaked through. He chuckles, “Do I even need to use the egg on you?”

He tugs my panties down and pulls them and my tights off. He unclasps my bra, leaving me completely bare on the shag rug. His voice rasps, “That’s better. Seeing you clothed all the time has been driving me insane.”

His lips claim mine again and he leans forward, forcing me onto my back. He curls up next to me, drawing his fingers up and down my torso. It sends shivers through me, inciting me. His body is perfection as the light from the woodstove fire plays across his hard chest. I want to strip him naked, but I wouldn’t dare try. The intent on his face screams determination and control. He looks down into my eyes, “All I want for Christmas is to see you cum hard.”

Huh, I could cum from those words. I swallow hard. My body is aching for his touch, “Brett,” I mutter softly, almost begging. His fingers brush up the inside of my thighs, then to my sex. He dips his fingers inside me, “Huhh,” I murmur closing my eyes. His long fingers press deeper and prod back and forth, silencing my need.

A new sensation takes me as I feel the egg between my thigh, pressing against my clit. He wets it with my arousal. It feels silky against my sensitive skin and I shudder as he twirls it about my pussy. Then it starts vibrating.

“Huhhh, uhh! Brett!” I gasp, my eyes opening. I can see the remote control in his hand, a smirk playing across his face. He applies a little pressure against my nub.

“Mmm.” I whimper, wriggling my hips. “Yes.”

He continues, pressuring the egg against my more sensitive bits and ramming his fingers. “Uh … uh …” I moan my body quaking. I’m so damn close to climax. “Fuck me,” I beg.

He pulls back dropping the egg between my legs. I take the egg and continue pressing it to my flesh. I watch him above me as he removes his jeans and I see the fabric of his Thin Skin boxer briefs outline his erection. My mind goes back to the shots of his muscles and body in his commercial. The giggling supermodels. Oh, how those girls would envy me now.

He edges near me, and I splay myself wider, inviting him in. He presses his tip to my entrance then past my threshold, sinking himself further into my sopping folds. My body quivers as he fills me.

“I’ll take it from here.” He places his fingers on the egg. He’s deliciously slow at first, kneading the egg into my clit and he’s taking slow strokes, enticing every part of my being. Jesus, Brock, stop teasing.

As if he read my mind, his pace quickens. He’s pressing the egg harder and his hips are gyrating into me at a frantic speed.

“Oh, oh, God.” I yelp, the intensity rising. He pistons inside me, my loins grow hot. I’m seconds away from succumbing.

“Cum, Lexi, cum,” he demands, between labored breaths. “Cum for me right here. I need it.”

“Aahh!” I scream, tears rolling down my cheeks as my back arches. Wave after wave of pleasure heats my body and I continue to moan. He lets out a slight groan and releases inside me. He gives several more thrusts, then withdraws.

He collapses next to me, panting. He lays on his side and rests his head on his sculpted bicep. I turn my body to its side, my body mirroring his. As we both heave, his eyes pierce mine with an alluring stare. The palm of his hand traces the curve of my hips and his hand lands on the small of my back. He pulls me to him.

“Mmm, Lexi,” he mutters breathily, his thick wet lips warming mine. I respond back, threading my fingers through his hair and sucking his bottom lip despite my exhaustion and need to catch my breath.

His hand cups my face and he continues to give me intoxicating kisses between short breaths. He pulls away, circling his thumb across my lips. “I swear, Lexi, if my mother and sister weren’t coming back, we’d bang nonstop for the rest of the week.”