Page 124 of Making It Up

It’s just before midnight and I’m staring up at David’s childhood bedroom ceiling, cuddled up against my fiancé, his strong heartbeat under my ear, his big hand on my ass, the ripples of an amazing orgasm just fading, and feeling like life can’t get any better.

“So I know tomorrow is Christmas Day,” David says. “But…”

I roll my eyes, but I am not a bit surprised by this. “What are you and my dad going to do?”

Neither of them is supposed to be working tomorrow, but that doesn’t mean they’re not going to be busy with something.

I swear, if we hadn’t started dating while David still disliked my dad, I would think he was with me just to get closer to him.

“Well, since the kids are off from school for the next two weeks, some of us were talking that it might be fun to have some activities down at the park. We were thinking like building snow forts, and a snowman building contest. It’s also really fun to use paintball guns on the snow because the colors show up amazingly. So we thought we’d meet down at the pavilion and look into setting up a hot chocolate stand and see if we can get a popcorn machine plugged in. I think there are plenty of outlets, but your dad isn’t sure. And while we’re there?—”

I roll toward him and kiss him to shut him up.

His hands are in my hair a moment later, and I feel him getting into the kiss and forgetting all about hot chocolate and snow forts.

I pull back. “It sounds like you, my dad, and your brothers want to build snow forts and play with paintball guns, and you all think that saying you’re doing it as a community service for the kids is a good cover-up. Kind of like the water balloon fight a few months ago. And the Punkin’ Chunkin’ contest in October.”

He squeezes my ass. “Don’t tell anyone.”

I laugh. Everyone knows. And loves it about this group of guys. “Or what?” I ask, wiggling against him.

He growls. “Or I won’t deny you orgasms tomorrow night once we’re back in our own bed. I’ll just give you one hard, fast one and that’s it.”

I giggle. Of course, denying orgasms sounds like that should be a punishment, but it is so delicious when he does it to me that it is not a deterrent. I had to first learn about it in one of the dirty fanfictions we wrote together, but he was very happy to give me a hands-on demonstration after that chapter published.

In fact, we’ve had a great time exploring a lot of things that we write about in the new fanfiction we’re co-writing. It’s the most popular thing on the entire site and has been for the past three months since we started.

I’ll bring something up as the shy, innocent heroine. He’ll answer in his chapter as the broody, alpha hero. And then he’ll show me everything in graphic, full detail, real life at home.

He rolls toward me. “You know, it is really hot to be fucking my best friend’s daughter.”

Yeah, except that trope. He wanted to do that in our latest, and I said no.

I shake my head quickly. “No, we’re still not doing that.”

He chuckles and nuzzles my neck. “Okay, I’ll make something else up.”

“You know I don’t need you to make anything up. I like us just exactly the way we are.”

“Me too. Playing prissy and prim librarian with the dirty, rugged Game and Parks officer is always a good time.”

“My favorite non-fiction of all,” I agree as he pulls me over on top of him, and my diamond ring sparkles in the moonlight.