“Perfect,” I say.
When Brad was ten I got a tree that was way too big for the house. I thought it would fit—I insisted that it would fit. It didn’t fit. It ended up falling on me in a very comical, cartoon way. Wiley Coyote would be proud.
“Well,” I say, “two can play at that game.”
“Mom, no.”
I turn to Trevor. “Has Brad ever told you about the Christmas broken arm?”
“No.” His eyes light up and he leans in. “Please tell me.”
Brad groans and mumbles under his breath.
“Brad decided he wanted to decorate his tree house for Christmas. Only, he didn’t tell me he was going to try to decorate it, so he didn’t use a ladder, or any of the right tools. He ended up hanging from the tree house by a string of lights. I guess you can imagine the rest.”
“Man.” Trevor looks at Brad. “That sucks. Also, how did I not know you had a tree house?”
Brad makes a face at him. “My uncle built it for me.”
“Is it still there?”
“Sure is.” I say, “Though it has holes in the roof now.”
Trevor takes another bite of his Chinese food. “I must see this deadly tree house when we get back.”
I laugh. “Fine.”
We finish our food and trek to the car. Once home and unloaded, there’s nothing I would like to do more than take a nap, but Trevor hasn’t forgotten about the tree house. Brad leads the way, and Trevor manages to sneak in a kiss on my cheek as we walk outside. That place inside my chest warms up, even though it’s freezing outside.
The tree house is in the back corner of our yard, and it’s pretty great as far as tree houses go. Bradley really out did himself. It’s huge and sturdy. Brad spent many a summer night holed up in there with friends. We climb the ladder into it, and even though we have to duck down a little, it’s still spacious. Like I said, there’s a couple holes in the ceiling and a little snow on the floor, but otherwise it’s in great shape.
“Here it is,” Brad says.
Trevor is pacing up and down the length of it. “This is fantastic. I can’t believe I never knew this was back here.”
“Yeah,” Brad says a little sheepishly, “I used it less in high school.”
“I would have totally used this in high school,” Trevor laughs. “It’s a built-in bachelor pad.”
I nod. “He tried that once.”
Brad ducks his head. “The grounding was epic.”
I sigh, thinking about everything I just bought. “Speaking of epic, the wrapping session I’m about to have will be epic.”
“Oh crap,” Brad says.
“What?”
“I forgot my white elephant gift.”
I frown. “For who?”
“The team. We’re having a funny gift exchange right when we get back,” he says.
“Well,” I say, checking the time, “you’ve got plenty of time to go back if you want to. But you don’t go back to school for a while if you want to wait.”
“I think I want to get it over with so I don’t forget. Can I have the keys?”
I nod. “They’re on the counter.”
“Great. I’ll be back,” Brad says. “Don’t fall out of the tree house while I’m gone.”
“We won’t,” I say, laughing and moving to climb down.
Trevor catches me by the waist. “Stay,” he says softly.
He sits on the floor, crossing his legs. I sit across from him. “Did you get all the presents you needed?” I ask. “You get something for your parents?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” he says, moving so our knees are touching. He laughs softly. “You know, I wanted to tell you, I’m having such a good time. I’m glad everything fell through.”
“What happened?”
“My parents,” he says, looking down. “They decided to go away on a cruise for Christmas, and they forgot to tell me until they had already left for the port. They said they’d feel more comfortable if I didn’t stay in the house alone.”
“It’s good that they didn’t want you to be alone.”
“More like they don’t trust me in the house.”
I reach out, put my hand on his knee. “I’m sure that’s not true.”
“It is,” he says simply. “If they didn’t want me to be or feel alone, they would have called me on my birthday. They didn’t. I don’t know if they remembered.”
There’s a pang in my chest and I want to hug the sadness out of him, but I haven’t known him sad. I don’t know how he likes to be comforted. He takes my hand and squeezes. “But, even without the sex, this has been one of the best Christmas vacations I’ve had so far.”
I try to pull my hand away. “One of the best?”
“You can’t beat Christmas when I was nine. I got an Xbox and a scooter. That’s every boy’s dream.”
“But with the sex?”
He smiles, uses my hand to tug me toward him. “Hands down best vacation ever.”
“It better be,” I say as he kisses me.
“You think he’s gone by now?”
“Brad? Yes.”
Trevor pulls me to my knees. “And your brother’s family is out doing who-knows-what.”
“That’s right,” I laugh.
“For the moment, we’re totally alone?”
Tingles start in my chest and flutter downward. Totally alone. “Yes.”
“In that case,” he says, “I intend to make you scream.”
He tugs open the buttons on my coat, and I grab at his hands. “Here?”
“Here.”
“Trevor, it’s freezing.”
His grin is wicked, “You’ll be warm when I’m finished with you. Now don’t move.” He opens my coat, and tugs my shirt upward. Not far, but enough to expose a strip of skin to the open air. My belt is next, falling open along with the button on my jeans. He shoves my jeans down my hips, and my panties follow. Again, not far, just far enough for him to reach, and reach he does. He swirls his fingers through my folds, testing how wet I am for him. I shudder on his fingers, their cold touch sending goosebumps across my skin.
“I love how wet you always are for me,” he says, dipping a finger inside my entrance and using the wetness to smooth over my clit. I arch into him, loving the feel of his hands on me. I’ll lay in the snow naked if he wants, as long as he doesn’t stop touching me. His thumb circles my clit, faster and faster, overloading the nerves and sending me over into a quick and bright orgasm. It’s short and fierce, gone in a flash. But now, Trevor has a finger inside me, gently pushing in and out. “We’re alone,” he says. “You can let go.”
He slides a second finger into me, and I gasp. His fingers are still cold and my pussy is hot. The contrast is adding to how quickly I’m moving towards a second orgasm. He fucks me with his hand—doesn’t slow down, doesn’t relent. He curls his fingers inside me, and suddenly he’s scraping across that spot deep inside that makes me see stars. I moan, and the sound urges him on. He flicks his thumb across my clit, and I go over the edge. His fingers stay deep inside me, pressing against that spot and wringing pleasure from me. I cry out and my voice in the space sounds loud.
I open my eyes to find Trevor smiling. “I like the way you sound.” His words make me flush, and I’m determined to repay the favor. I reach for him, and he grabs my wrist. Removing his hand from my pussy, he grabs my other hand, pulling them gently behind my back and holding them there.