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Seven oh three in the morning, Christmas Eve…
“Need you, baby,” I breathed my plea.
I was stroking him, so desperate for him it was part stroking, part pulling.
His hand was between my legs, two fingers buried, thumb working me. Our mouths were close and we were both breathing heavily.
“Not done,” he muttered, pressing deeper and rolling.
Oh God.
“Baby, I’m gonna be done and I want to be done with you inside me,” I begged, my h*ps jerking, my hand still stroking and I did this hard, hard enough for him to groan.
I liked that and I was hoping that meant he was ready to move us directly to the final phase.
He didn’t.
Instead, he whispered, “Take you there again.”
Oh yes.
My eyes held his, close up.
“Really?”
He stopped rolling and started finger f**king me.
My head arched back.
His mouth went to my throat. “Really.”
Yes.
His fingers slid out, his hand cupped me and my head righted with a jerk, my eyes locking on his.
“Baby –” I started to protest.
“On your back, Ivey, spread your legs wide for me. I wanna watch you come while I f**k you with my fingers,” he ordered.
Oh yeah, I wanted that too.
So I did what I was told. Then Gray did what he wanted. And when he did, it was so good, my back arched clean off the bed, my head dug into the pillows and my h*ps ground down on his hand.
“Fuck me,” through the daze of my orgasm I heard him growl, “prettiest f**kin’ thing I’ve ever seen.”
Then he was between my spread legs, his h*ps drove into mine and he started f**king me.
Hard.
Then he did as promised and took me there again.
It was brilliant.
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Eight thirteen in the morning, Christmas Eve…
Gray shoved his plate in the dishwasher I had open, sucked back the last of his coffee, upturned his mug and slid that in then his hand snaked out and tagged me behind the neck.
He pulled me in and up and dropped a light kiss on my lips.
When he lifted his head, he said, “Got shit to do in town. Then gonna go get Gran. You need anything?”
I shook my head.
“Got everything we need from Plack’s?” he went on.
I nodded my head.
“I’m ready,” I told him.
And I was ready, boy was I ready. I’d spent hours in Plack’s, Hayes and on the internet, shopping. More in the guest bedroom wrapping. More creating menus and searching for recipes.
I was definitely ready for Christmas and I couldn’t wait.
Gray read this in my eyes. I knew when he grinned, giving me the dimple.
Then he dropped another light kiss on my lips.
Then he let me go and I watched his ass as he sauntered out of the kitchen, muttering, “Later, dollface.”
“Later, honey,” I called to his back then turned to the sink to finish the breakfast dishes.
I did this smiling to myself mostly because my eyes were on my hands and I could see my ring there.
Gray would have a time of it, besting his birthday present.
But he was making the effort. I knew this because he was getting Grandma Miriam from the home and she was going to be with us until the day after Christmas. And we could do this because, early that evening, his Mom was coming. She was a nurse, she was spending the next two nights in our guest room and she, with the help of Gray and me, could give Grandma Miriam what she needed. Then, tomorrow, after we had a small family Christmas in the morning, in the afternoon, all Gray’s uncles, their wives and Audie and his girl were coming over for Christmas dinner.
I couldn’t wait.
For any of it.
More than six months of peace from the machinations of Buddy Sharp and more than six months of going to bed and waking up with Grayson Cody, the last two and half with the Cody family heirloom ring on my finger.
Life was good and with Gran there, Norrie, who Gray was getting to know slowly and cautiously but he was doing it, then his uncles, aunts and cousin, I’d have a real family Christmas.
The first one ever.
Ever.
Thirty years and there it was.
Yeah, Gray was close to besting his birthday present.
Nothing would be better than the symbol that stated plainly I was soon going to take the name Cody.
But a family Christmas wasn’t far off.
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Nine thirty-eight in the morning, Christmas Eve…
I had Christmas music playing, a bay and rosemary candle burning and I was making Christmas cookies. It was my fifth batch of the season. This was because, with Christmas cookies in the house, Gray had foregone his candy bars and nabbed a cookie (or four) whenever he had the munchies. This was also because, now that there was peace amongst the Cody men, anytime his uncles were fighting with their wives, they were over at our house.
Which meant they were over a lot.
And they grew up in that house so they had no problem helping themselves.
I didn’t mind.
Not at all.
I was standing at the kitchen counter, kneading the dough, Christmas all around but my mind was on flowers.
Not flowers for my wedding, planting them around the house.
During a visit with Grandma Miriam she told me, before she lost her legs, every year she planted a thick border of impatiens around the front and side of the house.
“Perfect for them, child, with the trees that shade the house, they get their bit of sun but they like their shade,” she’d told me.
I had the ring she wore on my finger. I was making Christmas dinner in the kitchen where she’d prepared it for five decades.
So, come spring, the house would have Grandma Miriam’s flowers.
I heard the approach of a car and my head turned to the window, surprised because I figured it was Gray. I had no idea what he had to do in town but going to get Grandma Miriam and dealing with packing her up and checking her out alone would take an hour and he’d been gone just over that.
But it wasn’t Gray’s pickup bumping down the lane. It was a silver car, an Audi, new and clean like it had a garage for its home.
I found this interesting. Audis weren’t popular cars in Mustang.
I took my hands out of the dough rubbing off the lumps. I rinsed them quickly, dried them, headed out of the kitchen, down the hall and out the front door.
Then I stopped dead on the porch as I watched Bud Sharp get out of his Audi and out the passenger side was a man who Buddy would definitely not hang with. Not ever.
He was older, tall, beefy, with long-ish, wild hair that held its blonde but had more silver and to say he was rough around the edges was an understatement.