Logan

 

It was strange waking up with someone in my bed on Christmas day, but it felt so right and so good at the same time. When I pressed my lips against her bare shoulder, she rolled over and smiled at me.

“Merry Christmas, Brooke.”

“Merry Christmas, Logan.”

As Brooke went to the kitchen to make coffee, I pulled her gifts out from under the bed and put them under the tree.

“I think Santa Claus was here last night,” I yelled from the living room.

“Really?” She smiled as she walked in with two cups of coffee.

Handing me mine and setting hers on the coffee table, she reached behind the tree and pulled out a large, beautifully wrapped gift.

“Yes, I do believe he was here last night.” She winked.

“Brooke, you didn’t have to get me anything. Just you being here and helping me is more than enough.”

“And you didn’t have to get me anything either.”

“You first.” I smiled as I handed her the large box.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she took the box and unwrapped it. As she removed the lid of the box, the corners of her mouth curved upwards into the beautiful smile I loved to see.

“A New York Rangers jersey with your name on the back! I love it. Thank you.” She leaned over and kissed me.

“I thought since you were helping me, you should have one of your very own.”

She stood up, pulled off her nightshirt, and slipped the jersey on over her head.

“How do I look?”

I glanced down at my semi-hard cock, which was poking through my pajama bottoms.

“How do you think?” I smiled. “You look sexy as fuck.”

“Thanks.” She twirled around.

“You have one more to open.” I handed her the small box.

She sat down across from me and anxiously opened it. Pulling the gift out from the box, she held it up and looked at me.

“Logan, this is beautiful.” She smiled as she lightly shook the snow globe.

“Now you can have snow every day of the year.”

She set the snow globe down and threw her arms around me. “Thank you,” she whispered as she planted tiny kisses across my face.

“You’re welcome.”

“Your turn.” She grinned as she handed me a gift.

“OMG, Brooke. You bought me new skates?” I smiled as I took one out of the box.

“Out with the old and in with the new. Those skates will symbolize your comeback on the ice. When you wear them, you’ll always remember what you overcame.”

“How did you know what size?”

“I just looked at your old skates.” She smiled.

“Thank you. I actually needed a new pair.” I leaned over and kissed her lips.

“I noticed.” She laughed.

“Come here.” I held out my arms to her.

She scooted closer and snuggled against me as my back was leaned up against the couch.

“Thank you for spending Christmas with me.” I kissed the top of her head.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for making this Christmas away from home so special.” Her mouth met mine.

My hand ran up her thigh as my fingers met her panties. Seeing her in only my jersey turned me on like nothing else ever had. We made love in front of the brightly lit Christmas tree before getting ready and heading to my dad’s house.

****

Spending Christmas with my dad being sober was probably the best gift I could have received. The whole family was there, including my Aunt Vanessa and Uncle Alan, and everyone seemed happy, including me.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked Brooke, who was talking with my Aunt Vanessa.

“Yeah. I am ready.” She smiled.

Brandon and Owen walked over and gave me a hug.

“Have fun in Cali, bro. Oh, by the way, I know you fucked her. I can tell,” Owen whispered in my ear.”

As I shook my head, I couldn’t help but grin.

“I have some business out there in a couple of weeks. I’ll drop by and see how you’re doing.” Brandon winked.

“That would be great, Brandon.”

I walked over to where my dad was standing and staring at me.

“Take care, son. You can do this. You’ve always been a fighter.”

“Thanks, Dad.” I gave him a hug.

“Brooke is a very special woman. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that.”

“She is, Dad.”

“Just try not to get too involved. Things could become complicated.”

I gave him a small smile and a pat on the shoulder before Brooke and I headed out the door. As far as I was concerned, I was already too involved with her. I was falling for her more and more every day. I felt as though I was becoming more dependent on her and that worried me.

By time we landed in Los Angeles and drove to her house, it was after one a.m.

“Welcome to Casa Alexander.” She smiled as she set her suitcase down in the foyer.

“Wow. This is beautiful, Brooke.”

“Thank you.” She turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m exhausted and we have a long day tomorrow.”

“Me too.” I kissed her lips.

“I’ll show you to your room, but you’re sleeping in my bed. As long as my dad isn’t home, that is.”

I chuckled as she held on to me while we went up the stairs. While Brooke was in her bathroom getting ready for bed, I couldn’t help but look at the pictures she had displayed on her chest. Some were just of her with her medals and some were with her parents. She was just as beautiful then as she was now. Walking over to a shelf by the window, I examined her trophies and gold medals that hung from it.

“Checking out the goods,” she spoke as she walked out of the bathroom.

“Yeah. This is really impressive.” I smiled.

“Are you going to get ready for bed?” she asked as she climbed under the covers.

It took me all of five seconds to strip out of my clothes. Holding out my arms to my side, I spoke, “There, I’m ready.”

The corners of her mouth curved upwards as she held up the covers.

“Get in here. I’m cold.”

Climbing under, I held out my arm as she snuggled tightly against me and laid her head on my chest.

“Better?”

“Much.”

“Good night, Brooke.”

“Good night, Logan.”