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I lick my lips, because I am a total pervert, and every single pair of eyes in the room swivels to watch my tongue dart out and drag across my full lips. Now that I’m the centre of attention, I realise that I too have a lot of skin on display: I’m wearing tiny brushed cotton hot pants, knee-high socks and a fitted thin cotton vest top, through which my hard nipples are clearly visible.
“Get in boys, it’s cold,” my lie sounds feeble even to my ears, but thankfully they’re gentlemen and don’t call me out on the arousal my perving has caused. Thorn slides in next to Ace and me, and Jax takes the far end of the bed. Luckily for them, there’s a footboard to lean back against, but I got the better spot with the cushions.
“Happy Christmas, everyone,” I say earnestly. “I can safely say this is already a hundred times better than I expected my Christmas to be, so thank you.”
We all tuck into our drinks and cookies - which are fucking delicious - while Rebel plays Santa and hands out presents from a small sack that was down by the side of his bed. There’s a small gift for all of us that’s labelled as being from Santa. All of the boys dive in, ripping off the paper in a frenzy and then exclaiming and showing off their gifts to one another. I’m so caught up watching their joy that my own present lies forgotten in my lap.
“Rae, are you going to see what Santa got you?” Thorn asks me gently. The guys are all still chatting about their gifts; apparently, Santa got them the latest best selling games for their favourite consoles, and they’re already planning a mammoth gaming afternoon later. It may not be my idea of the best way to spend Christmas day, but so far it’s been good, so I’m happy to go with the flow.
I look down at the small square present in front of me, wrapped in emerald green sparkly paper with a simple silver bow. It looks too pretty to open, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I gently prise the corner open so that I can slide the contents out without ripping the paper. Inside is a small square wooden box that’s about the size of my hand. The wood’s polished to a high sheen that reflects the early morning light coming through Rebel’s window. I love it. It’s so tactile, and the wood smells amazing. I smile up at the guys, not sure which ‘Santa’ to thank and I see that they’re all smirking or laughing at me.
I frown, confused at why they’re looking at me like that.
“Aww how cute,” Thorn says. “She thinks Santa got her a box for Christmas.”
“Open, Princess,” Ace tells me, tapping the box lightly on its lid, and I feel a little foolish, but I really do love the box on its own.
I carefully open the hinged lid and inside the box, nestled on a baby blue velvet lining, is a silver bracelet with charms dangling from it. I take it out gently and begin to look at each one, examining them closely. There’s a knife, a surfer, a peach, a mountain, a running shoe, a stethoscope...there’s more, but the detail on each one is so exquisite that I get distracted. Every single one of the charms tells my story with the guys: surfing and pancakes on our first date; flirting with ‘Doctor’ Jax, slamming in to the granite mountain, cutting Thorn’s hair with my knife, running with Ace. The only one I can’t figure out is the peach.
“Thank you so much guys, I love it,” I tell them.
“Nothing to do with me,” Thorn says with a wink. Ace also shakes his head, and I look to Jax.
“Not me.”
Rebel? Rebel’s responsible for this heartfelt gift? My eyes widen in shock as I look to him to see him smiling shyly at me.
“Do you really like it?” My cocky mountain man sounds so unsure of himself that I can’t help it; I launch myself at him, throwing my arms wide around him, giving him a big kiss on the lips and telling him that I absolutely love it. I definitely feel bad now for being so snarky with him. I think he’s right; I should just be nice to him.
“I don’t understand the peach though, I get all the others,” I tell him.
Rebel pulls me onto his lap so that I’m sat straddling his crossed legs. My arms are still looped loosely around his neck, and his hands slide under my ass, palming it.
“The peach is for the first day we met...when you flashed me.”
Seriously? I want to hit him again now. Just as I start to think he’s not a jerk, he goes and says something like that! Although, the way he’s palming my ass does feel good, so I refrain from hitting him, just this one time. I don’t know what to say, though.
He chuckles lightly and pulls me even closer, his hardness pressing up against me as he whispers in my ear, “That peach is a reminder that your ass is mine. One day I’m having it. No one gets to touch it. It’s been mine from the moment you flashed me.”
For a moment, I have no response to that. My cheeks flush and my skin burns. I’m not prepared to go there with him. Although he has my mind so flummoxed I’m not actually sure where ‘there’ is. Damn him. The boy drives me crazy, but I just can’t get enough. I can’t let him win either though so I lean in close, breasts grazing his chest, and whisper in his ear so that only he can hear, “How do you know I don’t already love it there?” I nip his earlobe for good measure and revel in the way his cock twitches below me, and he gives a sharp intake of breath. I just evened the scores a little, I think, satisfied.
Climbing off Rebel’s lap, I turn to the others who seem oblivious to our exchange and say, “Let’s head downstairs guys. Ace, do you need a hand in the kitchen?”
“No, I have done.”
“Okay. So guys, do you normally get dressed today or what?”
“Whatever,” Thorn tells me. “We can do whatever you’re most comfortable with.”
“Naked. Let’s spend Christmas naked.” Rebel gets an elbow in the ribs for that one.
“As if I’d want to see your sausage hanging out all day! You’ll put me right off my dinner!” I pretend to shudder. I refuse to think about what I could have for dinner instead...nope, not going there.
“You didn’t seem to mind staring at it earlier.” Sneaky asshole. He really has no sense of decorum.
“Oh, I just expected it to be bigger,” I lie nonchalantly, inspecting my fingernails like I haven’t a care in the world.
Thorn gives a loud barking laugh at that and throws his arm around me. “You know Raven, I think we might just have to keep you. No one’s ever insulted Reb’s manhood like that. I like you. Let’s go.”
