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Chapter 40

April

I am determined to make today special and fight back the grief that is trying so hard to bring down my mood.

Merry fucking Christmas .

But it is. My father was far from winning any “best dad” awards.

I’m sad he’s gone, because it means I’ll never get the closure that I somehow ever won his approval.

Yet my common sense tells me that it would have never happened anyways.

Ford has brought a new light into my life, and I want to show him how happy he makes me.

Carrying the tray carefully, I tiptoe into the bedroom and take a moment to admire the man lying with nearly his entire beautiful body exposed. Only the corner of the sheet hides his waist, while his muscular, tattooed arm drapes over his eyes.

After setting the breakfast on the nightstand, I carefully kneel on the edge of the bed, then straddle his shrouded hips.

“Good morning, handsome.” Lying on him, I frame his head with my elbows and find his soft lips with my own.

Those strong hands of his loop over my back, snuggling me against his chest as one gray eye cracks open. “Do I smell coffee and bacon?” His mouth falls into a crooked smile as he whisks me over him in a barrel roll to land on top, securing me under his naked form.

“I thought we could eat, go over to Lori’s since they invited us, then open presents.” Although, I’m liking the pressure of him against my thigh. Maybe I’ll move up my plans.

His bleary eyes open wider. “You didn’t have to get me anything. I’d rather unwrap you.” His gaze heats as he winds my fingers in his and stretches them above my head on the pillow.

“Pretend that there’s mistletoe hanging above us,” he murmurs as his hot mouth traces my jaw and he pulls the lobe of my ear between his teeth.

Shockwaves ripple through me with his burning exhale.

He’s impossible to resist.

“I promise you’ll like what I got you,” I pant as he nibbles on the sensitive skin.

“Mmhmm.” Another soft bite has him moving down my neck to find the hollow of my throat as he pushes my shirt up.

I’m so close to saying “fuck it”.

But I also know that my gift to him will make today memorable.

“Ford,” I pant. “Your coffee is getting cold.” I can’t think of any better excuse to stop him, mostly because a growing ball of fire within me doesn’t want him to.

His messy dark hair raises and he releases my hands, then he props his stubbled cheek on one of my uncovered breasts. “I can live without it. I can’t go another moment without this nipple in my mouth, though.” He turns and sucks the tight bud against his tongue.

My back arches and a moan escapes me.

“I can’t argue with that.” I let my fingers weave through his locks as he flicks the other bud with his thumb.

He moves lower, kissing his way to beneath my belly button where he lands a hard nip while he spreads my thighs and tugs my shorts to the side.

“Bacon after breakfast,” he growls before his mouth buries into the wet slit of my pussy.

It’s always a raw arc of electricity coursing through me when he pulls my clit between his lips.

I’ve been horny all morning, thinking of this afternoon.

My fists writhe and knot into the loose bedding as his expert mouth licks me to a rapid climax.

“That’s it, Frosty. Melt for me.” He flattens his tongue and gives me one long stroke along my soaked seam, then crawls up my body.

When he kisses me, I can taste myself on his lips.

“Now I’m ready for some vittles.” He grins, and rolls away.

All I can do is lie here panting.

And enjoy the view of him standing with his rigid cock sticking away from his lean tattooed belly, the piercings glinting in the morning sun.

Holy hell.

“Come on, get up. If you lie there all sexy, I might not wait until tonight to give you my present.” His smile tilts under the mischievous glint in his glacial eyes.

Did we get each other the same thing?

Consider me a curious cat.

My limbs still feel floppy as I sit on the edge of the mattress.

He won’t mind if I steal a corner off his blueberry pancake. I’ll leave him the bacon, I know that’s his favorite part.

“What did you get me?” I watch sadly as his jeans button closed.

“You might love it, or hate it.” He squints at me and slides his arms into a red checkered flannel.

That makes me pause. “Doesn’t sound encouraging,” I tease.

He shrugs, his mouth dropping into a slight frown. “I suppose we’ll both find out.”

Dixon slowly lowers the massive prime rib roast into the center of the table as the rest of us ferry the side dishes from the kitchen to the arrange around it.

I know better than to bring any breads, they’re Lori’s favorite to make, but I did make a big tray of sweet potatoes and a hashbrown casserole.

And maybe an apple pie or two.

There’s more food here than I think thirty people could eat.

Wade slides into the far side next to a lanky man with silver in his mustache who I’ve learned is Blue.

Listening to the banter, the two of them have been friends with the McCulloughs for so long they’re practically brothers.

The chaos is a perfect distraction to my thoughts. Last year, trying to sit and have a polite conversation with my dad and Norma was absolute torture.

This is easy. Sophia keeps me occupied asking about Misty’s new feed regimen, while Mason seems to take a solid interest in having me look at their calf rations to promote faster growth.

I feel like I’m wanted, accepted…loved.

More than I ever felt with my own family.

As the early dinner finishes up, I can feel Ford’s touch lingering longer, his gaze getting heavier, and I know it’s time to leave.

Excitement boils in me as we make the long walk back to the house.

“Did you have fun?” He pulls my knuckles to his lips.

I nod vigorously. “I can’t remember the last time I spent a holiday with so many people. I thought it’d be overwhelming, but it’s like I’ve known them all for years.”

His cheek rises in a lopsided smile. “Yea, you fit in better than I do,” he chuckles.

“That’s funny considering Paisley calls you ‘Uncle Ford’, which is absolutely adorable by the way.” I bump his shoulder with mine.

He wraps his arm around me, pulling me close, but he falls quiet the rest of the trip, and it has me wondering if that was the wrong thing to say.

Roscoe dives into the door first, running to his thick bed on the floor by the couch and watches us shed out thick coats and hang them up.

I can’t fight the anticipation any longer. Even if I soured his mood, I know what I got him will fix it.

Going to the tiny tree that he helped me put up on the coffee table, I grab the bright green wrapped box. “I’ve been dying for you to open this.” Holding it like it’s fragile, I hand it to him with a flourish.

“Wait!” I hold up one finger. “Don’t move!”

Rushing into the bedroom, I grab the sheet I prepared from the closet and drape it over the bed before running back to him.

“Okay,” I say breathlessly. “Open it.”

I can’t fight my giddy grin and bounce from side to side as he tears through the shiny paper.

When the cardboard peels up, his eyebrows raise in confusion before a broad smile spreads. “You got me chocolate syrup?” He raises the bottle and tilts it back and forth.

My fingers move up his chest, then twist in his lapels. “Mmhmm. Remember I told you I could turn anything into a dessert? Well guess who’s getting gobbled up?”

His gaze fixes on my mouth. “The best gift ever.” He leans down, but I step away, grabbing his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

“Oh, you’re prepared to be messy.” He captures me by the waist so I can’t escape, and snarls as he lightly bites my neck. “You’re a sexy genius.”

Fuck, I could give in to his lips so easily.

“Wait, it’s my present to give.” Finding the buttons of his shirt, I make short work of them and push the fabric over his shoulders. “Lie down.” I try to sound authoritative, but it’s so hard not to giggle.

His eyes widen. “Yes, ma’am.” He drops onto his elbows with a sly smirk teasing up his whiskers.

Straddling his thighs, I work my way higher on my knees while I peel open the tip of the bottle.

“Ready?” I poise it over my own mouth, then glance down at him.

“Always.” His voice drops into a throaty rumble as his callused hands work up my hips.

I let a few dribbles of the sweet syrup fall on my outstretched tongue, then fall onto him for a heady kiss.

He opens for me immediately, sucking the chocolate from my mouth and lapping at my teeth with a groan.

Pulling away from him is never easy, but the bottle is still full.

With my thumb, I tilt his chin up, then drizzle a tiny bit on the ridge of his Adam’s apple. Then I close my lips over it, spreading the droplets with my fervent kiss.

Little dots of brown land on his nipples, and he spasms when I nibble them off.

I like this game.

A thin line of the dark liquid leads down his stomach that I follow with heat of my mouth as his hands tangle in my hair.

When I peel the button on his Wrangler’s loose, his grip tightens.

“Frosty,” he grunts. “You’re a naughty Santa’s elf.” He folds one arm behind his head to watch me. “I love it.”

I smile up from between his legs, biting my lip as I lower his zipper. “I want you to be my holiday treat.”

Tugging at the hem of his boxers, I free the stiff length of his glorious cock and rock back on my heels to admire it. “Merry-fucking-Christmas to me,” I whisper before squeezing the bottle liberally over his swollen head.

He gasps as the cool syrup runs down his silver-studded shaft.

Then he moans when I catch the fleeing droplets with my tongue, leading the decadent sweetness back to his mushroomed tip.

When I pull him into my throat, his thighs clench and his breath catches.

“Fuck, that feels amazing.” He raises his waist so I can pull his jeans lower.

This is the part I’ve been looking forward to.

Tilting his thick cock towards his belly, I let the chocolate trickle onto his tightened sack.

“Holy shit.” A shudder runs through him when I suck one of his firm nuts into my mouth.

His fingers dig into the sheets when I move to the other.

Following the path of barbells slowly, I make sure to give each one the attention it deserves until I reach the last.

The only other time I’ve done this was in the Italian restaurant. I was able to take him all that night.

I can do it again.

Another squirt of the delicious flavor, and I position myself to swallow him down.

He’s so damn big, and the metal makes me have to keep my tongue out to cushion my teeth.

But this time I get to see the pleasure on his face as each pair of steel balls sink into my throat.

Number four nearly makes me gag.

Number six brings tears to my eyes, and I have to back off to breathe.

“You’re going so good, April. Get to the bottom and then it’s my turn to give you a present.” He props up on his elbows with fire in his gaze.

Determination floods me.

With one more deep inhale, I try to relax and plunge forward, letting the bars move deeper until the eighth one passes my lips and my nose buries against his belly.

“Oh my god.” His voice is hoarse as he sits up, pulling me to him so he can kiss me with such passion he nearly bruises me. “You’re making me love you even more.” His lopsided grin is infectious. “Any more of that and I won’t last. I don’t want tonight to end yet. Get naked and wait here.”