The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

25: First Christmas

We were curled up by the fire drinking hot cocoa, out side the large windows, the moon shone bright against the star lit sky. I had expected to spend Christmas eve with his mom, that's what he told me we'd be doing. Nope. Friday morning I woke up and found he'd already packed our bags. I pestered him all through breakfast, but he wouldn't tell me where we were going. We got to King's Cross Station, and he still wouldn't tell me. It wasn't until we reached our destination several hours later that I found out we'd be spending the next several days at a hunting lodge in Loch Ness. 

We were listening to a string quartet play Christmas carols in the lobby of the lodge. It was an annual couple's retreat thing that the lodge did every year, and so far, it had been super romantic. 

Friday evening, after checking in, we were served a private dinner in our suite. Saturday morning, we ate breakfast in the lodge dinning hall, then bundled up for a sleigh ride through the village. We enjoyed a light lunch in our suite before going to the spa for a couples massage. After dinner, we attended a formal ball, where I got to reuse the dress I wore for TIFF. Sunday morning, we enjoyed breakfast in bed, then elected to spend the better part of the day at the elaborate indoor pool. We skipped lunch, and dinned in the dinning hall for dinner. 

This morning, we stayed snuggled in bed until long after noon, ordered room service, enjoyed a very sexy shower together, then made our way down to the lobby for a cozy night by the fireplace. We sipped cocoa and chatted with the other couples. A couple members of the serving staff were going around refilling mugs and serving festive hors d'oeuvres. 

Tom was absently playing with my hair as he discussed politics with the couple who sat across from us. Knowing nothing about British politics, I sat with my head on his shoulder and stared at the fire. This was cozy and comfortable, I was content to just watch the fire and listen Tom's voice. 

Around ten, couples started excusing themselves. Around ten thirty, the couple Tom was talking to excused themselves, leaving just one other couple across the room. I looked up at Tom and kissed the underside of his chin. 

"Ready to go upstairs?" He asked. I nodded. He took my empty mug and set it next to his on the table  beside him. I unfolded myself and hand in hand, we went back to our suite. 

The rooms assigned to us were lavish and rustic. It reminded me of the hunting cabins featured in movies, but way less tacky. Since I'd started my period late, it had just ended a few hours ago. All the cuddling and teasing we spent our time doing had only lead to a huge build up of sexual frustration for me. I was able to give him blow jobs to keeps his needs satisfied, and even though we had fun with a vibrator he surprised me with, it wasn't enough. 

As soon as the door was locked, I pushed Tom against it, running my hands up under his shirt. I peeled it off of him and nipped at his bare skin. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him hold me up so I could kiss him. He turned us, pressing me against the door. 

Our kisses were fierce, frantic. I unfastened his jeans with one hand, my other on his head, gripping his hair. With me pressed against the door, he was able to lift the hem of my sweater dress and push aside the fabric of my panties, allowing his fingers to tease my folds. I scooted his jeans over his hips and wrapped my hand around his erection. 

With Tom's lips pressed to mine, our tongues dancing a fierce tango, and I guided him into me. He buckled, then thrust his hips, pushing me upwards in the process. I cried out in pleasure, my fist slamming into the door. 

Once he was settled, he kicked off his jeans and carried me over to the couch and set me on the top of it. I gripped onto it with one hand to hold my balance, and held him close with the other. His hands ran a course over my body. He ripped open my dress and tossed it carelessly to the floor. He pushed my bra up and clamped onto my breast. He set a quick rhythm, determined and desperate.