Unwrapping His Package

“Merry fuckmas!” he exclaimed in lieu of a greeting. “Get it? Because it’s not Christmas, and you’re probably fucking your girl nonstop.”

I grunted in annoyance. “Don’t talk about Delia and fucking in the same context. It’s a good way to end up with no teeth.”

“I’d still be prettier than you, Holland.”

“I really don’t understand what Olivia sees in you,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“I’m an awesome person and a god in bed.” His reply was so matter of fact, it was comical, and I couldn’t help laughing.

“Did you just call to interrupt my fuckmas, or do you have an actual reason?”

“I need a favor.”

“Name it,” I saw without hesitation.

“There was a delay with Olivia’s ring, and I wasn’t able to pick it up yesterday. He said it will be ready on the twenty-seventh. I need you to pick the ring up and overnight it to me.”

“Done. I owe you for hooking up with Olivia to keep tabs on Delia.”

“Exactly.”

“And what a hardship that’s been,” I said dryly.

I could hear the grin in his voice when he said, “You know me. Always willing to sacrifice for a friend.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“The twenty-seventh!” he shouted right before I hit the end button.

In the quiet, I heard the small splashes from Delia’s bath and pictured her gorgeous, naked body, wet and slick from the water. The thought of her pussy even more drenched from her juices snapped my control. “Fuck it,” I muttered as I stalked back to the bathroom.

Two orgasms later, I carried her limp body to the bed and set her on her feet to dry her off. She wobbled a little and giggled. “You make me weak in the knees.”

I held the towel by the ends on both sides of her perfect body and used it to pull her close so I could thoroughly kiss her. When I finally released her mouth, I dropped the towel and wrapped her in my embrace. “I should probably lose my man card for admitting this,” I murmured against her ear, “but me too.”

Two naps, four orgasms, and several hours later, my stomach wouldn’t be ignored any longer. I kissed Delia slow and deep before climbing out of bed. “Rest, baby, and I’ll make us some food.”

“Okay,” she purred as she stretched like a contented kitty.

Delia had raided Olivia’s closet and found a pair of Leland’s sweatpants, so I didn’t have to put the itchy red pants back on. They were a little snug because, while Leland was as ripped as me, he was leaner. So, there was no missing the outline of my constantly hard cock. Delia said my ass looked great in them anyway. I grabbed them from where they were draped over her desk chair and dragged them on.

I made my way downstairs and into the communal kitchen. I knew she’d gone grocery shopping a few days ago because I’d seen her taking the bags in. I investigated my options and came up with the ingredients to make spaghetti and garlic bread.

The meal only took thirty minutes to prepare, and when the only thing left was the bread, I started filling a tray with the things we’d need to eat in bed. Well, she’d eat in bed. I’d sit next to her because her bed was too damn small for both of us. I’d actually started to worry that we might break it after one particularly vigorous bout of lovemaking. This wouldn’t work for long because I didn’t intend to sleep without Delia ever again. We’d have to find a temporary place until graduation.

A peal of bells rang in the air just as I was taking the hot pan out of the oven. I frowned, extremely irritated at being interrupted at—I glanced at the clock—five o’clock in the evening. The campus was practically a ghost town, so who the fuck was at the door?

“I’ll get it, baby!” I called out, setting the tray on the stove.

“Keep your sexy ass in that kitchen, Danny Holland!” she shouted, her voice gaining volume as she quickly descended the stairs. “You’re not decent.”

I held in a burst of laughter, thoroughly enjoying her jealousy. However, she was delusional if she thought I’d let her answer the door to who-the-fuck-knew without me. Removing my oven mitts, I threw them on the counter and turned the knob to shut off the heat. By the time I exited the kitchen, Delia had already pulled it open, and she had a look of utter shock on her face as she stared at whoever stood on the porch.

I sped up my steps to her side but faltered when I realized what she was wearing. Oh, fuck no. She’d donned a thick, fluffy robe with little Santas flying around with their reindeer. The belt was cinched so that the robe was closed from the neck to the bottom hem, just below her knees.