David

After what we’d just shared, I couldn’t believe how nervous I felt handing her the present. Her brown eyes widened as she looked at it, then up into my face.

“Is that…?”

I laughed and shook the gift playfully. “You’ll have to open it up and find out.”

Almost reverently, she retrieved the box from my palm and a sweet smile stole over her face.

“Santa gave you what you wanted”—I gave her a naughty wink—“but he thought you needed this, too.”

Harley ripped at the paper, revealing a small, dark blue, velvet box. She gasped and held it tightly in her hands for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and opened it to find a folded piece of paper.

Taking it out, she examined the box, looking for something else. It was clearly for a ring, but there was only a note. Her brows furrowed in confusion and I stifled a laugh at her adorable expression.

While she unfolded the piece of paper, I reached under the tree to grab the other thing I’d hidden there earlier.

“Will you marry me?” she read aloud. Her head snapped up and I grinned, looking at the hand hovering over our heads.

She followed my gaze and her jaw dropped open. I held a sprig of mistletoe and from it, tied to a red ribbon, dangled a sparkling diamond ring.

“Harley, I love you with every beat of my heart. Will you marry me. Be my wife and the mother of my children?”

“Hell yes!” she screamed as launched towards me, throwing her arms around my shoulders and planting her lips firmly on mine.

We tumbled backwards, and I groaned as her naked body pressed into mine. I dropped the mistletoe and my hands glided over the soft skin of her back. When she shivered, my cock sprang into action, ready to find a home in her slick heat once more. But, I held back, knowing she was already going to be sore from how hard I’d taken her the first time.

Reluctantly, I tore my mouth from hers and hugged her tight, panting and trying to catch my breath. “Bath,” I grunted, unable to get much else out. Her shoulders started to shake and I glanced down to see her head buried in my chest, muffling her giggles.

Grinning, I lifted her head and pecked her lips once more before sitting up. I grabbed the discarded plant and untied the ring from the ribbon before sliding it onto the third finger of Harley’s left hand.

“Now everyone will know you’re taken.” Smoothly, I got to my feet and lifted her into my arms. Taking the stairs two at a time, I hurried to my room and into the master bath. I set her on the counter and allowed myself to ravish her mouth one more time before forcing myself to turn away and start the faucet on the large, sunken tub. While it filled, I messed with the settings on the panel that controlled the house’s speaker system until Christmas music softly floated into the background.

Harley was perched on the counter, holding her hand out and admiring her ring with a soft smile. “Do you like it?” I asked as I stepped in front of her. It was a two carat, round diamond. The diamond crusting on the white gold band looked almost like frosting and it had reminded me of her cookies.

“It’s perfect,” she sighed. “I love it”—she popped a quick kiss on my cheek—“and you.”

I laughed and scooped her into my arms, heading for the tub. After setting her gently into the steaming water, I climbed in behind her. For a while, we snuggled in a comfortable silence, simply enjoying our time together.

“David?” Harley broke the quiet with uncertainness in her tone. “Are you sure Luke is okay with this? I love him a lot, and I don’t want to be the wicked stepmother.”

I loved that she was so concerned about Luke and quickly assured her, “He adores you, beautiful. He and Tyler talk about you non-stop these days.” I laughed but as I started to think about it, something was niggling at my mind. “In fact…”

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.”