Page 21 of 27 Kisses

AIDYN

Fifteen Days until Christmas

I’m worried about Garrett.His parents are driving him bonkers. And he’s stressed about the zombie wedding this weekend. There’s been no Christmas planning or naked time. The only moments we get are the daily kisses.

“The kisses Advent calendar was a very good idea, but one we can improve on next year,” Garrett says when we meet for Advent kiss number ten after he gets off work.

Mind you, it’s ten at night, and the diner is already closed. We’re on the bench in the garden and Garrett is sitting on my lap. The trees mostly hide us from view. We’re only visible from the kitchen and my bedroom. As long as Lanie doesn’t come downstairs and look outside, we’re fine.

“Aidyn? Are you listening to me?”

“You said you’re excited for Christmas next year. Was there more?”

He chuckles as he runs his fingers through my hair. “I know how to improve the Advent calendar.” His lips are cold on the side of my face. “I think you’re going to want to hear this.”

“I’m listening.”

“Next year, we need something to unwrap.”

My cock jumps, liking that idea. “Unwrap?”

His fingers play with the button on my shirt. It’s not as cold as usual, so my coat is open at the top. “Let me demonstrate.” He unfastens a button and kisses the exposed skin underneath.

I shift his body so he can feel how much I like his idea. “A different place to unwrap each day?”

“Uh-huh. But you have to make it to the end to unwrap the grand prize.” His hand slips between us.

“The grand prize?” I spread my legs farther apart, and Garrett rests his hand on my inner thigh.

“I’ll definitely look forward to Christmas if I get to unwrap this.” He traces his knuckles over my cock, and even through the cloth, it feels so good.

“Garrett,” I moan.

“Yes, sweetheart. You want me to unwrap something else?”

“I want you to stop fucking teasing me. I want to fuck your arse until you?—”

The light in the kitchen turns on.

“Fuck.” I try to push Garrett off me, but he’s just too big. “Garrett.”

“Stop. As long as we don’t move, no one can see us.”

Right. He’s right, but my heart is pounding so hard I feel sick. Then the light goes out. Does that mean she can see us now?

“Look.” He points to a light at the end of the house that we can barely see. Lanie’s room. “See? Everything’s fine.” He stands, and I want to pull him back onto my lap. His shoulders are stiff and he’s not looking at me.

“Garrett?”

“I need to go.”

I jump up and pull him closer to the big oak tree. “Are you upset with me?”

“No. It’s the wedding this weekend. People don’t understand that the more props you use, the more likely something will go wrong.”

I don’t believe him. Not completely. This is about me and my reaction to anyone knowing about us. I’d promised that when he moved back to Mule Creek, I’d be ready to tell everyone. But I wasn’t. The thought of telling everyone still filled me with panic. And if I’m being honest, it still does.

Our kisses on Thursday and Friday are just that. Quick pecks to fill the requirement. Are we going backward?