Page 74 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute

He chuckles in my ear. “I fucked you so good you almost blacked out. I’m damn flattered, baby.”

I snort and thread our fingers on my wet stomach.

“I love you, too,” he whispers his growly confession in my ear. It reaches my heart filling it with so much elation I’m afraid it might explode.

The music from outside the room comes back, as does the chatter and laughter in the corridor. We exchange a sweet, languid kiss before TJ pulls out of me.

We are at his fraternity’s house party just before winter break. His bros decided to celebrate yesterday’s Wolves victory, and compelled by my jealousy, I couldn’t resist blowing my boyfriend in one of his friend’s rooms, which escalated to wall fucking.Best idea ever.

TJ and I are quite famous around campus now because of his kneeling love confession. And the whole team—except for a few known assholes—asked me to come to every future game and sit in the same seat and give him a kiss, next time before they start playing. He was almost given a suspension by the referee.

His friends call me Spencharm, since that was the best game they played. I huffed at their superstitious idiocy, but I’ll do anything for TJ. Even getting acquainted with the rules. I have to admit, though, that seeing my man getting all caveman on the field turns me the fuck on. Honestly, I’m not complaining. It won’t be such a hard task to watch his team. Plus, if the last game is an example, he has a lot of adrenaline to release afterward, and my ass is the perfect place to do it.

TJ is going to find an agent in case he gets drafted in the NFL, which is a big possibility. I’m a little preoccupied about having a long-distance relationship, primary because I can’t be without him. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. I could always transfer to another university—Lori totally supports me. Living without him is not an option anymore.

I take a moment to admire his large muscles on full display and his hair falling in smooth waves a little above his shoulders. It’s always a feast to look at him and know he’s all mine. This monster of a man belongs to me—his monstrous cock as well.

He told me this morning that he wants to give half of his trust fund away to charities to help abandoned kids. Like I was. How can I not adore him and his big heart?

“Are we still going to spend Christmas Eve with your mother?” I ask him, as I clean my ass as best I can with some tissues I found on the desk.

“Yep.” After the way she helped him, TJ decided to give her a second and last chance.

We’ll come back for Christmas vegetating around my apartment, fucking, eating bad food—TJ’s only exception—and watchingChristmas movies:Gremlins, Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Elf, Die Hard, etc…

I adjust his cap on my head. It’s too big but he told me how much he likes to fuck me while I’m wearing it. His phone vibrates, and he smirks as he pushes the speaker button. “Hey, Frodo! Slapped anybody today?”

I frown at that as I pull my jeans on.When did Lori slap someone in front of him?

“Not yet, unfortunately, three more hours before midnight, though, finger crossed.” Lori sounds hopeful.

“Why are you calling my boyfriend?” I ask him in mock annoyance as my hand slides under TJ’s shirt to brush the new tattoo he got from Ash. The date of our slippery shower encounter is inked on his left side. I have the same one on my right.

“Sod off, Spencer. Thor and I had a wager, and I won!” I hear his eager clapping. “Fifty bucks, jock! I always win, don’t I, boys?”

“Who are you talking to?” TJ asks him.

“My fiancés,” Lori answers shamelessly.

“Plural?” TJ mouths, before he gives me a wolfish smile. “Having two Spencers doesn't sound bad to me. Kudos, Frodo.” He lowers his head and nuzzles my neck, letting out a contented sigh.

“Awww,” Lori responds. “You are so in lurve.”

“Like you aren’t. You love double!” I huff.

My gaze lifts up to TJ’s. Those deep brown, sweet puppy eyes sparkle with love as he looks at me. I don’t think I could ever behappier than this. A carefree laugh slips out of my mouth as I tag my boyfriend’s forehead down to mine.

Me. Happy.Such a foreign feeling until a few weeks ago. Until TJ and our meetnotcute.

Fuck! Nutso is right. It is a Krampus miracle.

THE END