Talon

"She's right," Lukas says. "That's a kick-ass idea."

"And both of you could model the men’s clothes," Asia adds excitedly.

"Us? Really?"

"Yes, you're both hot. I mean, we couldn't do couple poses obviously, we'd need unrelated guys for those. But for the single shots, I think you and Lukas would be awesome."

"I'm game for that," Lukas says.

"Did you just call my cousin hot? Right in front of me?"

Her cheeks turn bright red. "Yeah, but I—"

Lukas glares at me. "Don't make her uncomfortable, please."

I lean down and kiss her forehead. "I'm just teasin' ya."

I'm a little shocked that Asia actually went through with getting the tattoo. I thought for sure she was going to change her mind at the last minute, because having a guy's name on her is a big step—especially for someone like her who wants to be one hundred percent sure about everything. So, this must mean that she's like ninety nine percent sure we're staying together.

I guess I also didn't realize I've had a few walls up myself, always having that little fucking nagging feeling in the back of my head that she may just take the cat and bolt at the end of this rather than deal with me.

During the tour, there were times when I really started to worry she wouldn't want to stay married to me, especially when she got so upset and paranoid the few times I was unable to call or text her. I hate that she has to go through bouts of feeling so alone and in the dark, but other than building trust, I have no idea how I can make the situation better for her so she feels content when I'm not home. It makes it harder for me too, knowing that when I finally get to call her, I'm going to have to assure her that everything is okay and nothing happened. I don't want to waste the first fifteen minutes of every conversation doing damage control.

"Hello? Dude, are you listening?" Lukas asks, kicking my foot. "What the fuck daze are you in?

"Sorry, I spaced out."

He shakes his head as he changes the tip of his gun. "I asked if you wanted to come to my place for Thanksgiving. Ivy and I thought just us and the kids and you guys would be nice, since we're all going to Gram's for Christmas."

I look over at Asia, who's beaming from ear to ear, nodding yes like a bobblehead. I recall her telling me she's never had a nice family Thanksgiving or Christmas. Ever. She's in for a treat now.

"We'd love to," I answer.

Asia blows me a kiss while Lukas is turned away, and my fucking heart melts.

For the first time in a long time, I won't be spending the holidays wasted on eggnog and getting stoned. While Lukas finishes up her tattoo, I make a mental list of everything I'm going to do to make the holidays special for her. A big-ass tree. Lots of lights decorating the house and the yard. And tons of presents for her and the Princess.

Oh—and mistletoe every fucking place I can hang it.

Chapter 31

Asia

"Um, I'm pretty sure mistletoe means give a kiss, not a blow job," I argue, raising my eyebrows at him.

"No, it's a blow job. Santa changed it last year." He's standing on a chair in the archway between the dining room and the living room, hanging what must be one of at least ten mistletoe decorations. We also bought multiple wreaths, assorted holiday decorations, a ten-foot tree, strings of lights, candles, and a few of those animatronic reindeer and elves to put out on the front lawn. After two days of decorating, the house looks incredibly festive.

Pixie is perched beneath the tree, lightly pawing a low-hanging ornament, enraptured by it.

"She's gonna wreck that tree when we're not looking, isn't she?"

I pick her up and sit her on the red velvet pillow on the couch. "No, she's too little to knock it over, and she won't climb it. She just has a thing for that one ornament."

Talon's already put a few presents under the tree—all beautifully wrapped. I've never been excited about Christmas before since my family didn't have anything to celebrate, but I used to love walking down Main Street, seeing all the store windows decorated with lights and Christmas trees. When I finally got my own apartment with a television, I watched every holiday cartoon and movie that came on, completely engrossed in the love and cheer and everything holiday-related.

My husband has obviously gone out of his way to make our first Christmas magical in every way. If someone had told me he would be like this when I saw him waiting at the altar a few months ago, I never would have believed them. I'm not sure if he always had this side hidden in him, or if he became this way to make me happy, but I'm loving and cherishing every moment of it.

He jumps from the chair and puts it back in its place at the dining room table, then stands under the mistletoe, waiting. Smiling, I cross the room and stand in front of him with my hands clasped behind my back, swaying innocently in front of him.

"I think I'll take the old-fashioned kiss for now since we have to leave soon." He lifts my chin with his finger and kisses me softly, moving his hand to the back of my neck. He licks my lips, coaxing them to part, then slides his tongue into my mouth with a small groan. I lift the hem of the flannel shirt he's wearing and graze my fingers over his sculpted abs, feeling the muscles twitch beneath my touch.

His lips smile against mine. "Maybe we should ditch Christmas Eve dinner and stay home. Technically, aren't we still on our staycation-honeymoon?"

I shake my head. "We can't do that. Everyone is expecting us." We're going to his Gram's for dinner, which, from what I've heard, is a big gathering of the entire family with endless amounts of food and dessert. Evie told me she had a wonderful time last year when Storm took her as his guest, before they were even dating.

"You're right. But I want to give you one present first." He goes to the tree and grabs the tiniest box, wrapped in shiny red paper with a silver bow.

"It's too pretty to open," I protest.

"Fuck that. Just rip it open."

My hands are actually shaking as I slowly open it, wanting to savor every second of my first gift from him. I can't imagine what he may have gotten me. Knowing him and his many facets of personality, it could be anything from a gag gift to a sex toy to something amazing.

Beneath the paper is a small black satin box. I peek up at him quickly to see him grinning like a Cheshire cat before I lift the lid.

And it's amazing.

My hand flies to cover my mouth as I stare at it, a lump forming in my throat.

"Talon… Where did you find this?"

"I had it made by some chick on Etsy. Do you like it?"

I'm speechless as I finger the small silver necklace with a tiny glass dome filled with three suspended dandelion seeds. As if they're blowing in the wind, captured forever. "Wow, Talon, I absolutely love it. I can't even put into words how much I love it."

He lifts it from the box and puts the chain around my neck, clasping it and fluffing my hair out around my shoulders.

"I liked what you said about the seeds sending love and affection to someone. Now you have that from me, all the time. Even when I'm not here. So if I miss a call or a text, just look at this as a formal declaration that you're on my mind all the fucking time, even when I'm busy, and even when I'm an asshole."

I look down at it resting against my chest. It's the most meaningful gift I've ever been given. Part of me wants to go hide it in the bedroom, afraid if I wear it, it may break, and these three tiny symbols that mean everything to me will be gone.

"I love it." I lace my arms around his neck and kiss his lips, then rest my cheek against his chest, hugging him tight. "I don't know what I would do without you," I say softly.

He strokes my hair as I hug him. "Hey, this was supposed to make you happy. You don't even have to think about being without me. You're stuck with me."

I hold on to him for a few more moments before I let him go. "Do you want one of your presents now?"

"No, I want to open them all tomorrow with you like a little kid. We should head to Gram's or she'll get worried if we're late." I follow him to the foyer closet, where he takes out my coat and holds it out for me to slide my arms in, then he slips into his old, beat-up leather jacket that I love. It's worn and soft, faded from years of wear, and makes him look extra badass.

He grabs the three shopping bags full of gifts for his family. "Ready, baby?"

I nod, smiling, but feeling a little nervous inside about sharing my first real family Christmas with my husband.

* * *

Gram's house is decorated like a scene from a holiday movie and is packed with people. Talon's parents, all his brothers, Lukas, Ivy and the kids, Vandal, Kenzi, Evie, Rayne, and Storm's big furry dog are all here.

After saying hello to Gram and Aria, Talon leads me to the living room, where most of his family has gathered to drink and snack on hors d'oeuvres, and he plants himself on the floor in front of the fireplace, pulling me to sit between his legs, my back resting against his chest. I love that he's not afraid to be affectionate in public. His mom also notices and smiles indulgently from across the doorway. I'm pretty sure at the end of the project she's going to have access to both of our journals, and I hope reading mine doesn't in any way change her feelings toward me, because I really want her to like me. Hopefully, she'll appreciate that during the times I was ranting it was just out of pure frustration.

Storm's dog, Niko, sits beside us, and I pet his long, thick fur as I look around the room. Everyone looks so happy, and it's an incredible feeling to be surrounded by people who love each other and aren't screaming at one another and trying to hurt each other like my dysfunctional family would be. My attention shifts to Asher, who's sitting off in a corner alone, not looking as happy as everyone else. He must feel my gaze on him because he turns his head and locks eyes with me for a moment before winking at me and curving his lips into a smile. I smile back, my heart racing a little. There is something intensely magnetic about him, like staring into a lake of shimmering black water, not sure where the bottom is if you dive in, but pulled in beyond your control anyway. I wonder why his wife isn't here with him—and why no one ever seems to mention her.