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His eyebrows wiggle in mirthful agreement.
Beneath the wrapping paper is a white box, the kind you would buy in a store. Inside is an appointment card that reads “January 15 at 2:00 p.m.”
“What is this?”
“I got us an appointment with the best fertility doctor in Houston. There’s like a three month wait list. I didn’t know if we’d actually need it, and we still might not, but we’ve got the appointment.”
“You don’t think it’s going to work.” My eyes tear up as emotions well up out of nowhere.
“Hey, hey.” He pulls me onto his lap and wraps his arms around me, positioning my head against his comforting chest. “I only did this because I know how important it is to you. I don’t want you to worry. He might tell you it’s just going to take time.” I nod, and he tips my chin up. “Tell you the truth, if it wasn’t for you wanting this, I’d be happy if it took lots and lots of time.”
His scent and heat surround me. My thighs clench together, and my pulse quickens. Those chocolate brown eyes intensify into molten pools. His kiss eradicates all thought. He shoves the presents aside and strips me on the floor in front of the twinkling Christmas tree. I’m not ovulating, but it is Christmas, and a flood of emotions get the better of me. I let myself go, giving everything I have to Ian, and he returns the gift.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Ian
Last Christmas
Christmas morning, I wake with my morning wood wedged up against Sunny’s ass and one hand cupping her breast. She tried to send me home to my parents’ last night after the Christmas tree episode. She also tried to tell me we didn’t need to fool around, because it wasn’t the right time in her ovulation cycle. Like I cared.
When I told her I’d be happy if it took a damn long time to impregnate her, I didn’t lie. The only reason I made that damn appointment that got her all teary-eyed was because I know this is important to her. I’d like to think after she’s pregnant we can continue seeing each other, but I doubt she’ll be willing to come visit with a newborn in tow.
And she wouldn’t want me to come visit her too often because she cares what the people in our hometown think and she wouldn’t want anyone connecting dots. God forbid anyone learn her kid is mine. She’s never said it, but my running theory is that she won’t want folks to say she went after a second Duke brother. Folks in our hometown believe she never got over my brother. Hell, even my parents believe that, and she wouldn’t want folks saying she pursued me since she couldn’t have him.
If I could be around more, I’d fight for her. Try to prove to her and everyone else that I might be the youngest, but I’m better than second fiddle. But why fight? In the long term, it’s better to keep the wagging tails out of our business. Let them all believe she found an anonymous sperm donor. They don’t need to think about us in the same sentence.
Now, my family is a different matter. It’s been ages since I kept secrets from Mom. And this morning I’ll have to take care to avoid touching Sunny or acting like I’ve been seeing her regularly this past year.
Her lips curve into the slightest smile, the first sign she is waking. I press my lips to her shoulder and along the curve of her graceful neck. Since she is lying on her side, with little effort I find the sensitive erogenous zone beneath her earlobe and nibble.
Her body rolls slightly forward, and cool air circulates along my front. Before I can protest, she reaches behind her and grasps my erection.
“Eager this morning?” she teases.
“Always when I wake up next to you.”
We’ve spent enough weekends together she knows it to be true. The pad of her thumb circles my tip. Then she raises her thigh and positions me right at her entrance. Following her direction, my hips push forward, into her tight warmth. Lying side by side, we discover our familiar rhythm, one that builds us both up. Her fingers cover her clit, and I swat them away.
“Let me.”
It doesn’t take long before she quivers her release and I roll her onto her back to chase mine and collapse over her. With my head burrowed in her hair, I whisper, “Merry Christmas.”
Rolling onto my back, I take her with me, pulling her naked body up against my side. I lazily brush my fingers over her hip, down the curve of her stomach, and over her breast. I love this easy way we have with each other. We share an intimacy I haven’t had with anyone else, maybe because I haven’t invested the time. Maybe because she meant more to me before we ever touched.
“Thank you for my gifts,” she says as she captures my hand and brings my fingers to her lips.
“There’s more. You distracted me last night.”
She softly kisses my open palm. If she continues to lie next to me like this, her soft curves nestled against me, I’ll be ready for another round before we shower. She releases my hand, and I resume freely touching her.
“I really appreciate you getting me that appointment. It’s hard to know who to go to. There are ads and stuff…”
“It might not be necessary, but I knew you were getting worried.” I press my lips to the top of her head and pull her close.
“Well, it’s not like we haven’t been trying.” Anguish laces her words.
“I have a proposition for you.” I trace the lines of her rose-colored areola with my thumb.
