He meets my gaze, his own eyes full of a mixture of apology and shame. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I shouldn’t have left like that.”
Relief washes through me. Without a word, I stand from the couch, the blanket falling to the ground as I throw myself into his arms.
“I’m sorry, Dad. We were going to tell you,” I whisper into his shirt.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m not mad at you.”
I pull back, looking up at him. “Really?” I ask.
“Yes. I’m so sorry you got hurt because of me.” He releases me, and I take a step back, bumping into something. Looking over my shoulder, Lance’s towering frame is right behind me, his hand finding my hip.
“It’s alright. Lance patched me right up,” I tell him, leaning back against Lance’s chest.
“Alright, we’re going to take off for the night,” Dad says, putting his arm around my mom.
“Already? You just got here.”
“Well, since you aren’t leaving town, we’ll be able to make up for lost time. Besides, Lance has a surprise for you.” My dad throws me a wink, and I give them both a hug before walking them outside.
“I love you, Kallie. And I’m proud of you, no matter what.” My dad places a kiss against my temple before opening the car door for Mom.
When I turn, I find Lance leaning against the door frame, watching me.
“Surprise, huh?” My hands find his chest, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms again. “Mhm,” he hums before bending down and placing a kiss against my lips.
We make our way down his driveway, and as soon as the cabin comes into view, I see the faint glow of lights on inside.Twinkling colored lights line each window, illuminating the whole place.
As we stroll to a stop, I whip my head toward Lance. He already has a smirk plastered on his handsome face as he takes in the excitement on mine.
Did he decorate?“Lance–” I begin, but he puts his truck in park and doesn’t say anything as he exits and comes around to my side.
“Come on, sunshine,” he says, holding his hand out for me.
I’m hit with the scent of pine and cinnamon the second we step through the door. Christmas music plays on the TV, and the fireplace is already burning.
“Lance, this is amazing. I thought you didn’t decorate?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist, needing to feel him close.
“No, I said Ihadno reason to decorate,” he says, pressing a kiss to my temple as he wraps his arms around me. “I have a reason now. Plus, we have a few Christmases to make up for.” This thoughtfulness is something I didn’t expect from him—or anyone, really. He not only was able to smooth things over with my dad somehow, but he also turned his house into something magical on such short notice.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” I say against his chest, never wanting to leave this spot.
I yelp as Lance picks me up, and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist.
His lips find mine, and I can’t help but get lost in the kiss. He palms my ass before pulling away. I can see so much love in his eyes but also something else. Tension builds between my legs, and I can’t stop myself from grinding on him.
Lance lowers us to the couch until I’m straddling him, his hard cock grinding against my center. A moan slips through my lips as his hand slides against the back of my neck, tangling in my hair and grabbing a handful before lightly yanking back. His lipsmeet the skin of my neck, and I can feel my body come alive under his touch.
“Fuck, I love you, Kallie.”
“I love yo–” I begin, but the sound of the door opening breaks the moment.
“Lance! Why the fuck are you not answering your phone—” a tall man with brown hair shouts as he steps through Lance's front door, his words dying on his tongue at the sight of Lance and me. Another man with longer hair and a short blonde girl step inside.
“Oh my God!” the woman yells before pushing past the two men into the living room. “Did you decorate your cabin, Lance?” the woman says, completely unfazed about me sitting on Lance's lap.
I go to get up, but he grips my hips, keeping me in his lap. “Lance, let me up,” I tell him, but he just shakes his head and motions downward with his eyes. His cock is hard as a rock.
“Give me a second,” he whispers, hoping no one else will hear.
