The Christmas tree is surrounded by people in red flannel and I can honestly say that this is the most fun I’ve had on Christmas Eve as an adult. Even Raymond wore his pajamas, but I guess when you are the baby of the family and grandpa is wrapped around your little finger, you get what you want.

Annabelle is sitting on Tyler’s lap on the floor. Jimmy and Tiff are cuddled on the couch. Bobby is on one of the reclining chairs with Taryn on his lap. Raymond is on the other chair with Betsy sitting on the arm of the chair. Wes is sitting on the floor and I am situated between his legs with his arms wrapped around me. This is perfect.

We’re not doing gifts until tomorrow but, Betsy made hot chocolate and everybody grabbed some of my cookies to dip into their drink. The fire is roaring and we’re listening to the Brown family tell stories of their Christmas pasts. Everybody is laughing and engaging in conversation. Sometime between Betsy’s story about the boy’s trying to trap Santa and Bobby admitting that one year he stole everything from Tyler’s stocking and replace it with rocks, we notice that Annabelle has fallen asleep in Tyler’s arms.

“I’ll go tuck her in,” Wes whispers into my ear.

“Let me help.” Wes stands up and then grabs my hands to pull me up. He takes Annabelle from Tyler and we walk her up to her princess room and lay her in bed. We both give her kisses on the cheek and I make sure that she is tucked in good with her favorite blanket. She barely even moves a muscle, that girl is out like crazy.

“So I guess the trick to getting her to go right to sleep is keeping her up until 11?” Wes says as we stand in the doorway watching Annabelle in her room.

“I’m guessing that isn’t going to be her new bedtime.”

Wes snorts, “Oh heck no! 7:30 her little butt needs to be in bed.”

I look up at him and stick out my tongue, “You’re such a mean daddy.”

“Especially when I dole out spankings.” He swats me in the ass as we walk back down the stairs.

As we hit the living room again, Bobby and Taryn are in the process of putting on their jackets. “You’re heading out?”

“I’ll be back, I’m just going to take Taryn back to her grandparent’s house.”

“Aww, we’ll miss you! I’m so glad we got to meet.”

“Me too. I’ll be by sometime tomorrow evening, don’t worry.” I give Taryn a hug before she and Bobby head off. By the time we make it back into the living room, everybody is starting to break off to their sleeping arrangements for the night.

“So I guess Jimmy and Tiff get the couch since Annabelle is in Jimmy’s old room, huh?” Tyler decides.

“You wish asshole. You can sleep on the couch.”

Tyler whines back, “That’s not fair.”

“My wife is not sleeping on a couch,” Jimmy says with a growl.

Betsy speaks up, attempting to keep her adult children from starting a war in the living room. “Well, Tiff and Holly could sleep in Tyler’s old room and the four of you boys could figure out something between the other two rooms.”

Everybody starts to chuckle a bit until Wes finally speaks up. “No offense, mama, but Holly and I were going to spend the night together.”

“Oh really? You’re just dating, why would you sleep in the same room.” She puts her hands on her hips and raises her eyebrow. Wes goes to open his mouth with what could only be the most awkward response, but Betsy holds up her hand. “Oh, you are so stinking gullible. Of course, she is staying with you.”

Mama Brown looks over at her youngest son next. “Tyler, if you really don’t want to sleep on the couch we can get an air mattress, but please don’t make Tiff sleep on a rough service, her ribs are still recovering.”

“Yeah, Tyler, her ribs,” Jimmy reacts to his mom.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jimmy pushes Tyler and he pushes back. They playfully wrestle until Raymond slaps them both upside the head.

Raymond grumbles from his recliner. “I can’t believe my sons never matured.”

“I can……” Betsy always coming in with the shade. She loves those boys, but she has no problem giving them shit. We say our goodnights and then head up into Wes’s room. Once the door is closed, I flip the lock on it, which causes Wes to turn around kind of quickly with a huge grin on his face.

“Well, well Miss Moran, locked door huh?”

“I know that Christmas gifts aren’t being exchanged until tomorrow, but I thought maybe I could give you something a little early.” I push Wes back onto the edge of the bed and I slowly unbutton my flannel pajama top and let it fall to the ground exposing a lace fire engine red bra that I have on. I straddle Wes’s lap and I can feel his cock harden under me right away. I roll my hips a bit to grind on him and he growls in my ear.

“Fuck, Holly, it has been way too long without you.”

“Then take me,” I say as I press my lips against his neck.

“What if somebody hears us?”

“Well….” I slowly start to unbutton his top too, “Seeing as though they probably already know what we’re doing, and Bobby and Jimmy are probably doing something very similar, I say let’s not think about anybody else.”

I peel his shirt off and run my fingernails down his hard chest and abs. He picks me up and flips me over onto the bed. Very quickly he yanks down on my pajama pants, giving him a clear view of the matching red lace panties that I had on underneath.

“Oh sweet God I love these.” He spreads my legs and dives his face in between, pressing his mouth against the lace that covers my clit. I was already wet, but his touch down there just exasperated everything.

“Wes, I need you so badly.”

He listens to my demand for him, abandoning between my legs for the moment. He places kisses up my entire body before reaching my breasts. His hands slip back behind me and he unhooks my bra and pulls it off, tossing it on the floor. His mouth covers one of my nipples as his hand pushes to remind my panties off my swollen pussy lips and he drags his thumb across my clit.

“Oh god….Wes.”

“You’re so wet, baby, so fucking wet.” To prove his point, he slides a couple of fingers in and thrusts them back and forth causing me to bite my bottom lip so I don’t scream out too loudly.

“Inside Wes, please get inside.”

“Your wish is my command.” He stands up and pulls off his pants and boxers in one pull, he strokes his huge, thick cock then reaches down to grab the discarded panties from the box. He brings them to his face and inhales my scent. “I’m keeping these.” He tosses them on his nightstand and then spreads my legs with his body and he makes his way back on top of me. My legs spread to the side as I give him everything I have. My entire body is his for the taking.

He presses the head of his cock against my interest and pauses for a second. He looks me right in the eyes. “What’s wrong?” I reach up and press my hand against his cheek.

“Holly, I can’t do this until I say it.”

“Say what, Wes?”

He leans down and presses his lips against mine. “I’m absolutely, utterly, completely in love with you.”

I smile and run my hands over his chest. “I love you too, Wes. I love you so much.”

He smiles back and as he passionately kisses me, he slides right in. He fills me completely and I already hate that he can’t stay in there forever. He slowly thrusts in and out, but not to the point that I’m wanting more, no, it is just perfect. He is slow and methodical, hitting every inch of my walls with every inch of his cock. Making sure he goes all the way in before sliding out running his shaft against my clit. We are in this moment together. I can honestly say I’ve never made love before, but here I am with Wes, after we professed our love for each other, doing just that.

His eyes never leave mine and before I wish that it was over I can feel my body reaching a peak. Every thrust drives my body more and more crazy until I cannot hold back. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold myself into him as my orgasm rips through my body. “Wes, oh god Wes, yes, yes, oh Wes!”

He groans in my ear and soon after my pussy clenches against his cock I feel his warmth release into me, filling me up all the way to the point that I can feel it dripping down my leg. “Oh Holly, oh yes...fuck yes.”

He thrusts through both our orgasms until we are finally laying there, him on top of me, in a moment that is so romantic and beautiful that I wish it would never end. “I love you, Holly. I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too, Wes.”

He looks over at his alarm clock and laughs a bit, “Merry Christmas.”

I glance over and see that it is 12:15 am, officially Christmas. “Merry Christmas, Wes.”