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leveled his gaze on me.
“He’ll get there.”
That wasn’t a good answer.
“I didn’t think this would be hard on him. Or you. I thought—”
Shy moved from where he was standing at the dresser to me, standing in front of the bathroom. He lifted a hand, curled it around my neck and dipped his face close to mine.
Then he proceeded to break my heart.
“Me and Lan, we aren’t used to happy.”
Oh God.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have gone whole hog this year. Maybe we should have just had a little Christmas thing, you and me and him,” I suggested way too late.
That’s when he mended my heart.
“And maybe me and him should learn to get used to happy.”
I pressed my lips together to hold in the swell of warm his words caused and leaned forward, touching my forehead against his, knowing my man was getting used to happy and hoping his brother learned the same.
I watched his beautiful green eyes smile before I felt his lips touch mine. They tasted of cocoa, peppermint and Shy, which was a brilliant combination. Then he broke away, downed the last of his cocoa. We each did the brushing our teeth, changing clothes business and ended up on opposite sides of the bed.
Shy pulled back the covers.
I studied my long, lanky, loose-limbed man with his messy dark hair and his beautiful green eyes and that got another smile out of me that had nothing to do with Christmas.
“Hey,” I called, and he looked up from the bed.
When his eyes caught mine, they were questioning. But when he got a load of my smile, they turned soft.
And, just saying, when Shy saw me smile, that always happened.
Loved my man.
“What, baby?” he asked gently.
Oh yeah.
Loved my man.
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered.
That got me another look but this new look was not soft.
It was dark and hot.
“Come here,” he growled.
With his look and that tone, I didn’t delay.
I went there. In my tight red camisole and cream pajama shorts with big black and red snowflakes on them and a wide, red satin drawstring, I hit the bed on my knee. I added the other knee and moved across the bed to him.
The instant I got close, he snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. In fact, he plastered me against him, hauling me up at the same time and I had no choice (not that I’d pick another one) but to wind my arms around his neck.
He drove a hand into my hair, fisted it, tilted my head, slanted his the other way, and slammed his mouth down on mine.
Then he thrust his tongue in my mouth.
I held on, pressed close, and enjoyed my first Christmas kiss from Shy Cage.
And I enjoyed it a whole lot.
When he broke the kiss and lifted his head half an inch, he whispered, “Merry Christmas, Tabby.”
Oh yeah
.
Loved my man.
Not a second later, his hand left my hair so he could sweep his arm over my ass, down the backs of my thighs to my knees. He curled it in, yanked my legs to the side and then I was on my back in the bed with Shy on top of me.
Now we were talking.
His mouth found mine again, his tongue slid inside, his hand drifted up and in to curl around my breast and I wrapped all four limbs tight around him, thinking this first family Christmas with Shy was starting out
great.
* * *
“Sanna! Sanna! Sanna, Sanna,
Sanna!
” I heard Cut’s excited voice as well as his little feet pounding on the stairs, making it clear he was heading our way.
I (sadly) blinked away sleep as I felt Shy’s arm give me a reflexive squeeze.
Once I opened my eyes, I noted the basement bedroom was pitch black. I felt like I’d had two minutes of sleep. I was, not unusually, pressed down Shy’s side with an arm thrown over his stomach and a cheek to his shoulder.
It was good I got back into my Christmas pj’s after our late night Christmas activities, but Shy was totally nude. This made it also good that the covers were up to my shoulders.
“Jesus,” Shy muttered when the chant of “Sanna, Sanna, Sanna!” hit the room.
I saw a blurry shadow move
“He’ll get there.”
That wasn’t a good answer.
“I didn’t think this would be hard on him. Or you. I thought—”
Shy moved from where he was standing at the dresser to me, standing in front of the bathroom. He lifted a hand, curled it around my neck and dipped his face close to mine.
Then he proceeded to break my heart.
“Me and Lan, we aren’t used to happy.”
Oh God.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have gone whole hog this year. Maybe we should have just had a little Christmas thing, you and me and him,” I suggested way too late.
That’s when he mended my heart.
“And maybe me and him should learn to get used to happy.”
I pressed my lips together to hold in the swell of warm his words caused and leaned forward, touching my forehead against his, knowing my man was getting used to happy and hoping his brother learned the same.
I watched his beautiful green eyes smile before I felt his lips touch mine. They tasted of cocoa, peppermint and Shy, which was a brilliant combination. Then he broke away, downed the last of his cocoa. We each did the brushing our teeth, changing clothes business and ended up on opposite sides of the bed.
Shy pulled back the covers.
I studied my long, lanky, loose-limbed man with his messy dark hair and his beautiful green eyes and that got another smile out of me that had nothing to do with Christmas.
“Hey,” I called, and he looked up from the bed.
When his eyes caught mine, they were questioning. But when he got a load of my smile, they turned soft.
And, just saying, when Shy saw me smile, that always happened.
Loved my man.
“What, baby?” he asked gently.
Oh yeah.
Loved my man.
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered.
That got me another look but this new look was not soft.
It was dark and hot.
“Come here,” he growled.
With his look and that tone, I didn’t delay.
I went there. In my tight red camisole and cream pajama shorts with big black and red snowflakes on them and a wide, red satin drawstring, I hit the bed on my knee. I added the other knee and moved across the bed to him.
The instant I got close, he snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. In fact, he plastered me against him, hauling me up at the same time and I had no choice (not that I’d pick another one) but to wind my arms around his neck.
He drove a hand into my hair, fisted it, tilted my head, slanted his the other way, and slammed his mouth down on mine.
Then he thrust his tongue in my mouth.
I held on, pressed close, and enjoyed my first Christmas kiss from Shy Cage.
And I enjoyed it a whole lot.
When he broke the kiss and lifted his head half an inch, he whispered, “Merry Christmas, Tabby.”
Oh yeah
.
Loved my man.
Not a second later, his hand left my hair so he could sweep his arm over my ass, down the backs of my thighs to my knees. He curled it in, yanked my legs to the side and then I was on my back in the bed with Shy on top of me.
Now we were talking.
His mouth found mine again, his tongue slid inside, his hand drifted up and in to curl around my breast and I wrapped all four limbs tight around him, thinking this first family Christmas with Shy was starting out
great.
* * *
“Sanna! Sanna! Sanna, Sanna,
Sanna!
” I heard Cut’s excited voice as well as his little feet pounding on the stairs, making it clear he was heading our way.
I (sadly) blinked away sleep as I felt Shy’s arm give me a reflexive squeeze.
Once I opened my eyes, I noted the basement bedroom was pitch black. I felt like I’d had two minutes of sleep. I was, not unusually, pressed down Shy’s side with an arm thrown over his stomach and a cheek to his shoulder.
It was good I got back into my Christmas pj’s after our late night Christmas activities, but Shy was totally nude. This made it also good that the covers were up to my shoulders.
“Jesus,” Shy muttered when the chant of “Sanna, Sanna, Sanna!” hit the room.
I saw a blurry shadow move
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