“Are you coming in or what?”Ivy snapped, appearing behind Rob and placing her hand on her hip.“We’ve still got presents to open.”
“Yes, of course. Come in,”Rob said, opening the door wider as he followed Ivy into the living room.
Tristan beamed as he pulled me across the threshold and into the warmth of the Crutchens’ home.“Yeah, come on. Dad’s cooking the turkey, and he always does abangingjob.”
Having never experienced a family Christmas—the ones in the homes didn’t count, they werejustlike any other day—I didn’t know what to expect. But as I washed the dishes, I couldn’t help the enormous smilethatwas plastered to my face.
It had been a lot of fun. After opening presents, we played board games, which mainly resulted in Holly and Ivy bickering,before we squeezed around the small table to enjoy the delicious meal Emma and Rob had spent hours cooking.
I thought I would feel out of place as I watched the family, but all of them, Emma included, went out of their way to make sure I was part of their day, and I couldn’t have been more grateful to them for accepting me,evenafter my fuck up.
When dinner was finished, and Emma, Rob, and Tristan had fallen asleep on the couch, and Ivy and Holly lost themselves playing with theNintendo SwitchthatTristan had bought them, I disappeared into the kitchen to wash the dishes and tidy up. It was the least I could do,evenif itseemedlike Rob and Emma had used every single dish and utensil they owned.
Maybe next year, I’d buy them a dishwasher for Christmas.
Soft footsteps padded behind me, and my smile grewevenbigger when arms wrapped around my waist and Tristan’s scent engulfed me.
“You didn’t have to do the dishes. I would have done them,”he said, pressing his lips to the crook of my neck.
Placing the last dish on the side and drying my hands on a towel, I twisted to face him, grasping his hips.“I didn’t mind. Besides, you still need to rest.”I kissed his forehead, loving having him back in my arms where he belonged.
Tristan waggled his brows.“I definitely feel rested. In fact, I have some energy to burn. Want to see my room?”
I chuckled,his suggestive tone hitting me straight in the cock.“Lead the way.”
Taking my hand, we crept past the living room, peering in. Rob and Emma were still fast asleep, and the twins were engrossed in whatever game they were playing. Tristan and I shared a knowing grin as he tugged my hand.
The stairs creaked as we tiptoed up them. When Tristan pulled me into a room, I had about two seconds to glance aroundbefore he was pressing me against the door, and his mouth was claiming mine.
“I missed you,”he whispered between kisses.
I nibbled his bottom lip, admitting my biggest fear.“I thought I’d lost you.”
Tristan pulled back, cupping my face with both hands and giving methatgoddamn smirk I loved so much.“You think you would have gotten rid of methatquickly, baby? Don’t you know bugs are irritating little crittersthatalways find a way back to annoy you.”
He began unbuttoning my shirt, his fingers skating over my chest and sending a shiver down my spine as my cock thickened in my pants.“I hope you always come back, Bug.”
“Justdon’t push me away too often,”he replied, a hint of solemnness in his tone.
“Never again.”I captured his mouth, our tongues twirling in a sensual dance as he lowered my shirt down my arms and threw it on the floor.
“I need you inside me,”Tristan groaned against my mouth.
My cock very much liked the idea of that.
Yanking his shirt over his head, I glanced over his shoulder, the shirt dropping from my hands to join mine.“Uh, Bug…as much as Ireallywant to bury my cock in you, I think we might have a problem.”
His brows furrowed. “What?”
I spun him around so he could face into his tiny bedroomthatwas only big enough to house a single bed and a chest of drawers.“Neither of us are particularly small. I don’t think we’ll both fit on a single bed. Plus,thatheadboard looks like it’ll bang against the wall. Your parents will hear.”
He twisted back to face me, a devious grin on his face as he unbuckled my pants.“I’ve got an idea, but you’ll have to be quiet.”
I hissed as he freed my cock, his thumb swiping over the tip.“I can’t make any promises.”
Releasing me, he removed his sweats and boxers while I kicked my pants away. My breath caught when I returned my attention to him; he stood before me naked, his hand wrapped around his cock, heat blazing in his eyes.
Fuck. I had no clue how I’d gotten so lucky.
