Page 19 of Grumpy Santa

After giving my clit one last swirl of his tongue, he crawls up my body. I spread my legs to cradle his thick body. I feel the press of his erection.

“I don’t want to put my full weight on you. Don’t want to hurt the baby,” he says. He gets himself into a sitting position, then maneuvers my body so we’re sort of in a dual lotus position, my legs over his, our chests together, his hot dick pressing against my open core.

Then he’s lifting me and notching his erection at my entrance. And then, slowly, we let gravity fully impale me on his cock.

“Goddammit,” he says, his eyes closed. “Made for me. Your tiny hole takes my thick cock so well. My beautiful, good girl. My knödel.”

His dumpling.

I know that’s what it means, and in this moment, it doesn’t give me pause. Normally it chafes a little, that little nod to me being plump. In this moment, though, it feels like us.

He uses his massive strength to fuck into me and I wrap myself tighter around him. My legs cross behind his body and pulling us this close together has my clit getting just the attention she needs. With every thrust the root of him presses against my needy button. It’s not going to take me long to fall apart.

“Jared, you feel so good. How is it this good?”

“Because we were made to do this together,” he says.

Two more thrusts and then I shatter. My orgasm bursts through me and I ride the pleasure.

“Christ, Audrey, your pussy is choking my dick. Fuck, I can’t hold on.”

He comes inside me with such a torrent it prolongs my climax. I shudder in his arms.

It’s then that I realize what he said. “We were made to do this together.” Not “We belong together.”

chapter ten

Jared

Audrey fell asleep nearly as soon as I was done cleaning her up. I tucked her in and pulled on some sweatpants before heading out into the living room. I spot Audrey’s purse on the entryway table. There’s a sheet of paper sitting on top of it and I realize it’s the ultrasound.

I pick it up. It’s a grainy image, but I can make out the peanut-shaped object. At the top of the sheet, it says “Baby Briggs” and “11 weeks, 2 days.”

I make my way to the kitchen to stick my baby’s first picture up on my fridge. Briggs. I do want to change that. For Audrey too, but right now she says she doesn’t want to marry me.

I can wait, I remind myself.

I snap a picture of the image with my phone and make it my wallpaper.

After making myself a sandwich, I go into the living room and start researching books on pregnancy and babies. By the time I’ve finished with my dinner, I’ve ordered more books than any one couple probably needs.

Everything is good right now. The way it’s meant to be. My woman is naked and sated in my bed and she agreed to move in with me. We can go get some of her stuff tomorrow, start packing things up. Those little cabins that Harper’s family rents are always in demand so she shouldn’t have any trouble breaking her lease. If she does, I’ll pay out the remainder of it and call it done.

I stare at my screen and pull up my texts with Garrett. He’s my closest friend so it seems only fitting that I tell him first.

Me: Hey. You busy?

Garrett: No. I’m off today. What’s up?

Me: Something happened between me and Audrey.

Garett: About fucking time. Been waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass for a long time.

Me: Yeah, yeah.

I know people in town talk, and I’ve gotten my fair share of questions about the nature of my relationship with Audrey. Why didn’t I ever make a move before that night? Why did I wait for her?

Oh yeah, because I’d convinced myself I was meant to be alone.