“If it’s your dick, Nat—”
“Shut up and do it, please,” he grumbles, rustling around. I follow his instruction, holding out both hands as he places something heavy on my palms. “Okay, open your eyes.”
My eyes widen immediately as I stare down at the iPad box. He’s nervously nibbling on the corner of his thumb, his knee bobbing, staring at me expectantly. I don’t know what to say, so I stare at it.
“Are you mad?”
Shaking my head quickly, my voice breaks as I speak. “No.”
“Do you like it? It’s so you always have it for therapy and there’s this cool app I’m going to download for you. It’s a digital planner and you can do school notes an—”
“Nate, I love it. I’m just shocked at how generous you are. I don’t know what to say, thank you so much.” He bought me a freaking iPad so I’d always be able to speak to my therapist, how is he real? “Seriously, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby. I’m so fucking relieved you like it,” he admits, blowing out a sigh of relief. “Okay, the last gift. Let’s go.”
For the last time, I watch him tear off the wrapping paper and pull off the lid to the gift box. His mouth pulls into a straight line, and he looks at me inquisitively. “It’s empty?”
I move onto my knees and slowly untie the robe I’m wearing until it falls off my shoulders and pools on the floor behind me.
“I kind of cheated, it’s sort of more of a gift for me, but I thought you’d like it.” The Titans jersey is a little big on me but only enough to cover the tops of my thighs. His eyes are practically black as they rake up and down me. “I haven’t even shown you the best bit.” Shuffling until my back is facing him, I pull my hair over my shoulder.
“Hawkins,” he says, with a softness in his voice I haven’t heard before. “You have my name on your jersey.”
I lean forward so the jersey rides up my ass, just revealing enough to prompt him into action.
“You look so fucking good, Anastasia.Jesus.” After a week of being treated like I’m made of glass, feeling his body push up against mine is averywelcome change. His mouth runs up the side of my neck as his hand slips beneath the hem. “I wanna fuck you with this on, okay?”
“Yes, Captain.” His hand palms my ass and the excitement floods me. “I have an idea. Can you lie down on the kitchen island?”
FORTY | NATHAN
When Anastasia posteda motivational picture this morning sayingthe day is only as good as you make it, I thought it was going to be another example of my grumpy girl catfishing the internet with her pretend positivity.
But apparently, New Year’s Eve makes her happy, and now I’m lying naked on the kitchen island, and my hands are tied above my head with a Christmas present ribbon.
To be totally honest, I’m not sure how I ended up in this position. My girlfriend is a creative visionary—she claims—so when she told me to drop my boxers and lie on the counter, I did it with zero hesitation.
What can I say? I’m a weak man.
I doubt there’s a guy out there who would’ve stopped to question what was happening if their girl was wearing their jersey with no panties on. I’m basically putty in her very talented but very bossy hands.
I can hear her rummaging in the refrigerator. “Stassie, what are you doing?”
“Patience is a virtue, Hawkins,” she chirps, clanging what sound like jars against each other.
“I’m not feeling very virtuous right now, Anastasia,” I gruff, tugging against the ribbon. “Quite the opposite.”
Her feet patter softly against the tiles. Placing whatever she’s selected beside me out of my view, she climbs up onto the counter, then on top of me, straddling my hips. She hasn’t even done anything and I’m hard, resting against the warmth of the apex of her thighs. Wiggling against it, she moans quietly, eyes fucking sparkling as she looks down at me. Her eyes rake down my body. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Stassie calls me beautiful all the time, even when I’ve just woken up. At first, I was a bit taken aback. I’m not sure what it was in the beginning; I sort of had it engrained in my head I was supposed to be the one complimenting her, and trust me I do, but it turns out I like hearing it.
It’s not just beautiful; she calls me kind and smart, among so many other things. Hearing her ramble about how much she likes me for me, how special I am to her, is beyond what I ever thought I should expect in a relationship.
But hearing her call me hot while she’s got me tied up and my hard dick rubbing between her legs is a whole other level ofI fucking love my girlfriend.
Reaching out of my line of sight, I hear the signature sound of a lid pop. The excitement is practically buzzing in my blood when I spot the can of whipped cream in her hand. Bringing the nozzle to her mouth, her eyes roll back, and she squirts it onto her tongue. “Mhmm.”
My hips flex forward, nudging against her wetness. Her mouth lowers to mine, the sweet residue of the cream on her tongue.