Love Again (Cowboys & Angels 4)

“Let’s not talk about the exes on Christmas. Ugh.”

Laughing, I agreed. “So, later we’ll go to your folks’ place?”

“If you want. I told my mom I wasn’t a hundred percent certain we would stop by.”

“I’d love to stop by. I’m dying to see how many trees she has up!”

Jonathon chuckled. “Well, I can tell you you’re overdressed for my folks’ place.”

“I figured. We always do a family picture, hence the reason Mom likes everyone dressed up. Normally I bring a change of clothes for afterwards, but I felt sexy in this dress.”

“You look like one of Santa’s sexy elves.”

“Well, maybe Santa’s elf has a few gifts for you on this Christmas morning.”

Jonathon stopped the truck and put it in park. “Really now? Do tell, because I cannot possibly pull up to your folks’ place with a hard dick.”

Licking my lips, I unbuckled. “I bet I know how to fix that.”

His eyes lit up. “Do show me.”

Reaching to unbuckle his belt, my hands slipped down his dress pants, unbuttoning and then pulling the zipper open. “Pull those britches down and let me show you.”

Jonathon quickly did as I asked.

“Your dress, Waylynn.”

“Is fine.”

I cupped his balls as I took him into my mouth. He let out a long hiss of pleasure as I moved up and down his shaft, sucking and licking his dick like it was my favorite lollipop.

When I moaned, he jumped.

“Fucking hell. Waylynn, I’m going to come.”

One more long suck and I felt his cum hitting the back of my throat. After licking him completely clean, I sat up and smiled. His head was leaned back against the headrest with his mouth parted slightly.

“Feel better?”

“I feel like I want to return the favor.”

Giggling, I got myself seated with my skirt back in order. “Oh trust me, I have big plans for Christmas night. Don’t you worry, Mr. Turner.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Jonathon

Chloe sat on the floor with a pile of presents in front of her. After Amelia and Wade passed out all the gifts, it was time for everyone to open them. In our house, it was usually a free-for-all, but Steed and Paxton wanted Chloe to open her gifts and thank us one by one. When it took five minutes for each gift, Steed nixed the idea and let Chloe have at it with her presents. Much to his and Paxton’s pleasant surprise, Chloe got up and thanked each person for her gifts as she opened them anyway.

Steed stood and handed Mitchell a box wrapped in pink paper and ribbons. “This is for you, bro.”

Glancing at his brother as he took the gift box, Mitchell grinned. “Yeah? Pink paper, huh? You know something I don’t?”

Everyone chuckled. My eyes scanned the room as I took everything in. I was used to being around a large family, and mine wasn’t very different from the Parkers. A warmth settled into my chest as I enjoyed the activity. I’d known this family for so many years, been a part of so many family functions, but this time it felt different. I felt whole and happy. Not the best friend looking in from the outside, but a man loved by the woman sitting next to him.

“What in the hell, Steed!”

Snapping my head to Mitchell, I laughed when he held up a bunch of Playboy magazines.

“Dude! I used to sneak into your room and read those!” Cord said with a full-on laugh. He pointed to me. “Do you remember, Jonathon?”

I nodded. “You were reading them, Cord?” Laughter erupted all around. “I do remember that. Then one day they disappeared.”

“That’s because I stole them from Mitchell. I thought he was going to cry!” Steed announced.

“Screw you, Steed.”

“Is that a bad word, Daddy? Like hell, shit, fuck?” Chloe asked.

“Yes, pumpkin. Don’t repeat that word or the other ones you can’t seem to forget.”

As everyone finished opening their gifts, Chloe walked around the Christmas tree. “I think Santa forgot one of my gifts.”

“Really? Which one?” Paxton asked. Everyone waited for Chloe to answer. My eye caught Mitchell and Corina snuggled up next to each other on one of the sofas. Mitchell had his hand resting on Corina’s stomach. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

“It’s okay. Maybe he thought I wasn’t ready yet.”

“My curiosity is piqued,” I whispered into Waylynn’s ear.

“Long story, short version, Amelia told Chloe that Santa would bring her a horse. That’s what she’s looking for.”

“Did she get one?” I asked.

Looking up at me from where she was sitting on the floor, Waylynn winked.

Steed stood. “Well, hold on. What’s this way up at the top? Looks like Amelia missed this one.”

Amelia huffed as she folded her arms but still wore a smile.

“What do we have here?” Steed pulled a small black box out of the top of the tree. “It has your name on it, Chloe.”