by Sierra Hill
“Girl, I see it written all over your face. You’ve already fallen for him and it looks like he messed you up. Do you need me to find him and kick him in his fragile jingle bells?”
I let out a giggle and laugh even harder when I notice the look Mrs. Kremsreiter gives us. She’s at the table next to us and must have overheard Deirdre’s comment.
“Excuse me, but how much for the plate of banana nut bread? It seems to be my new favorite.”
My head pops up from the table to find Gabriel standing in front of me, with dark bags under his eyes, a dark brown five o’clock shadow covering his jaw, and an apologetic smile across his face.
I feel Deirdre stiffen next to me as she slides closer to my side, ready to protect me from whatever is about to happen. Taking her hand, I give it a squeeze before rounding the end of the table. I pick up a loaf of bread wrapped in decorative cellophane and hand it to Gabriel.
“That’s five dollars.”
He surprises me by clasping a hand over my wrist instead of grabbing the plate, tugging me toward him so we’re toe-to-toe.
“Joy, what will it take to get you to forgive me for how I’ve acted toward you?”
Biting my lip, I shrug. “An apology to start with would be nice.”
He chuckles, removing the plate from my hand and placing it on the table before cupping my cheeks in his palms.
“These past few weeks have been hell. Taking care of my grandfather, dealing with one of the toughest cases in my career, and missing my parents and grandmother during the holidays, it just slowly sucked out the joy from my life. And then you happened – you and all those special deliveries. You reminded me that the holidays are better when you give to others. That you need to live in the present and enjoy the time we have, cherishing the people we love.”
The tears well up in my ears, my lips trembling as Gabriel presses his forehead against mine as his smile lights up his eyes.
“Was there an apology in that beautiful speech? Because if there was, I think I missed it,” I tease, quirking my brows and tilting my head to the side.
“Angel, I’m so sorry I’ve been such an ass. You don’t deserve to be on the receiving end of my shitty mood and I’m so sorry for that. And all I want for Christmas is to spend every waking minute of every day doing all that I can to make you feel special and loved, starting with this Christmas.”
I’m quiet for a few moments just taking in this man at my side and everything he’s just said, when Mrs. Kremsreiter pipes in from her table of homemade baked pies.
“If you don’t want him, Joy, I’ll take him. He can come over and light up my Christmas tree!”
Gabriel and I stare into each other’s eyes and burst out in laughter before I throw my arms around his neck and he picks me up at the hips, our bodies smooshed together in happiness.
With my mouth at his ear, I whisper out of earshot of our nosey table-neighbor, “Gabriel, take me home and trim my tree.”
He kisses me soundly before giving me a wink. “Nothing would give me more joy, angel.”
Christmas Day 1 Year Later
“Wakey, wakey. It’s Christmas morning!” I chatter excitedly, nudging Gabriel’s bare shoulder in the bed next to me.
He groans and covers his eyes with his crooked arm, blocking me out as much as possible. I grin at him because I am persistent, peeling away his arm, as I scan down his nicely fuzzy chest on full display. The edge of the sheet is sitting atop his pelvis, and he looks so yummy with the trail of hair disappearing below the covers.
Gabriel grumbles, trying to flip back over to his side. “Oh my God, what time is it, Joy? Let me go back to sleep.”
I keep him from rolling over by straddling his lap, leaning over the edge of the bed so I can peer at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s five a.m. Time to get up! There are presents to wrap, packages to deliver, people to feed and our own dinner to make. So come on, let’s get a move on. Time’s a’wasting.”
Gabriel shifts beneath me, his morning wood poking between my legs, his hips bucking up playfully.
“I’ve got your Christmas package right here, angel.”
That’s more like it. I love it when he talks low and dirty like that. It makes me forget about everything else and I become hypnotized by his voice and words and succumb to his charm like melted butter.
He slips a hand between my thighs, slowing circling his thumb over my sensitive clit, flicking as I moan and close my eyes to all the sensation.
Throwing my head back, I begin rocking back and forth, finding the friction that burns so deliciously between us.
It’s mornings like this that you couldn’t pay me a million dollars to give up. We moved in together six months ago, right after Gabriel quit his job at the law firm in Boston, moving to Snowdon to begin his own firm in town. He was originally going to move in with Fred, but his grandfather put his foot down and said he didn’t need a babysitter now that he was in remission.
Deirdre had moved out earlier in the year, too, when she and Thomas got engaged, leaving my two-bedroom bungalow the perfect solution for us.
And we haven’t looked back.
As this is our first Christmas together, I may have failed to tell him the full truth about my little Christmas secret.
You see, I’m a Christmas morning fanatic. I wake up crazy early, make a big Christmas breakfast, open presents and then head out to deliver packages to the kids on our list. It’s been this way since Deirdre and I met at St. Marguerite’s.
But this morning, I may be okay with taking a small detour. Basically, taking my boy for a ride, kind of detour.
“That’s it, angel. Keep riding me just like that.”
And I do, until we’re both panting heavily and on the verge of coming. That’s when he slips my panties to the side and slides his thick, hard cock inside, filling me to the brim with the best package in the world.
My expectations of how Christmas morning should go quickly vanish, replaced with visions of the two of us together in the future, turning this into our new holiday tradition for the rest of our lives.
Maybe even adding a few little baby Frost’s in for good measure at some point along the way.
Now that would make for a truly special delivery.
The End
Acknowledgments
Thank you for reading my book, Santa’s Special Delivery (A Sleeping with the Scrooge Short Story). Have you picked up the other five books in the Flirt Club series? If not, definitely check them out here!
Can you believe it? This was the very first Christmas story I’ve written since I began publishing many years ago. What did you think? I hope you enjoyed Gabriel and Joy’s short holiday-themed book and the way they each found the Christmas spirit together. And if you did like it, I’d be so grateful for the gift of a review.
Thanks to Poppy Parkes who scheduled this release and was the show-runner for all of us Flirt Club authors who participated. She’s a great cheerleader and such a fun girl.
And finally, thank you to the ever-faithful Flirt Club readers, my ARC team readers, and my lovely and talented Flirt Club author group. Without any of you, none of this would be possible.
Xoxo, Sierra
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About the Author
Sierra writes new adult and sizzling hot contemporary romance. She’s written and published 24 novels, including the award-winning college sports series, Courting Love and the twice award-finalist erotic ménage serial, Reckless – The Smoky Mountain Trio.
Her latest new adult/college romance, Game Changer (Change of Hearts Book 1) is available NOW and will be available in audiobook in February 2020.
Sierra lives with her husband and dog in the Seattle area. She is a sucker for cheap accessories, loves anything dark chocolate, and enjoys rocking out at live concerts.
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