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Getting out, I go around to the front of his truck as he grabs an ax out of the back seat. "Look at you." I crinkle my nose up. "Lookin' so cute like a lumberjack, about to go cut our Christmas tree down."
"Baby, there are things you don't know I can do, that will blow your mind." He swoops in, kissing me soundly before dragging me along the trail with him.
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Afew hours later we're in the living room of his house, having set the tree up. I drag the box with the ornaments I bought into the living room, and start going through them. "I made decisions on what this color scheme is going to be, I hope you don't mind." I bat my eyelashes at him.
"I don't mind. I want you to do what you want. I'm going to love it, no matter what it is. I'm all in with whatever feels good, and everything with you feels good. It's like everything I've waited for, all these dreams I didn't realize I had until I met you."
This man knows what to say, every time I wonder if he'll falter, he keeps surprising me. "God, Abel. I don't know if I deserve you, but I'm going to keep you. They're going to have to pry you from my cold, dead hands. Ain't nobody else gonna get you when they let you pass by for years without snatching you up."
He grins down at me. "Same goes, Kara. Now let's get this tree going."
CHAPTER THIRTY
Abel
"Do you want to put the multi-colored lights on it, or keep with one theme?" Kara questions. "I love all the different colors that are used at Christmas, but if you want uniform. We can have uniform."
"No, we can do multi. I like multi too. All those people who always talk about how perfect their tree looks because it's beige with white lights? I fuckin' hate that. When I was little, Dad and I had trees and ornaments that we got from anywhere and everywhere. I loved it though, nothing about it was perfect. The tree sat a little sideways, the strands of lights always had one that was out. We learned to find the beauty in the imperfections, and I feel like I've carried that around with me for most of my life."
Kara tilts her head to the side. "Beauty in the imperfections. God Abel, you don't know how amazing you are. I can't believe no one scooped you up before now."
I reach out and palm her cheek. "I was waiting on you."
She blows out a breath. "After we get done with this tree, you're gonna get lucky. Have you ever gotten lucky in front of a Christmas tree?"
"Can't say I have, but I am definitely looking forward to it." I force myself to not hurry through the rest of it. I don't want to forget any of this. For all we know this Christmas might be the first one we spend together, but our only first, at the same time. We might never spend another Christmas with someone else.
"Where should we put this one?" She asks. "I got it specially made for us."
I take it from her hand, laughing loudly as I see it. It's got a couple who look remarkably similar to us and they're in a taco truck. She's handing him a taco. Across the bottom it reads Let's Taco 'Bout Our First Christmas. "Where did you get this?"
"Etsy," she answers. "I use it for everything I want personalized. I knew I wanted something like this for us."
"It's perfect. I love you a lot, Kara."
"I love you too. Let's put it right here." She points to the top of the tree, right in the middle. "That way we can see it whenever we're sitting on the couch."
"I like it." I grab it from her, and place it right where she pointed. "Centered?"
"As you said, it's perfect."
I look around, noticing we've emptied out the boxes, and it looks as if we're completely done. "Now that we've got the tree up..." I start.
She gives me a spicy grin. "I think I remember us talking about having a real good time in front of the Christmas tree? I'd like to do that now."
"Me too."
Her lips rub together, and she slightly raises her hand as if she wants to ask a question in a classroom. "Got a question, babe?"
"You normally take control, but I'd like to this time. Can I do that?"
I love blowing her mind and making her dreams come true, but if this is what she wants to do, I'm not going to stop her. "Go for it."
She immediately hits her knees in front of me. Her small hand reaches out, unbuttons my jeans, unzips, and pushes the material down so that it's pooled around my ankles. My cock is lewdly tenting my boxer briefs, needing to feel her lips around the skin.
"I haven't done this often, but hopefully I'll do it okay."
