Blame It On The Carols (Sugarplum Falls #6)

Twenty-Nine | Aiden

Twenty-Nine

Aiden

I t was after seven by the time Makayla got home. We left Frosty Fest around five, but she insisted on getting a ride home with Tony and Patrick because she had a few errands to run that I couldn’t be part of. That worked for me since I needed time to wrap her gifts while she was gone.

In addition to the bracelet, I’d also gone a little crazy and bought everything she touched at the different vendors we visited in the mall. I would make up an excuse about needing to go do something and leave her with Tony and Patrick while I ran back to grab handfuls of stuff from different booths. She had no idea what I was doing—or at least I hoped she didn’t, which made it that much more fun to shop for her.

It felt like she might have been relieved to have a break from me every now and then as well, but I tried not to take it personally.

By the time she got home, dinner was almost ready. I helped her inside as Tony and Patrick carried bags and bags full of stuff inside for her.

“Do I want to know why you bought the entire store at Waldon’s?” I asked, arching an eyebrow as I studied the bags in their hands.

“I needed supplies.” She shrugged, sliding her purse off and hanging it on the coat rack by the door. “And then I decided to take some time to check the store out. Do you know how much stuff they have in there?”

“I do.” I nodded, smiling. “People can spend hours in there, apparently.” I winked to let her know I was just teasing.

“You seriously could. I had to stop myself because I was worried we would run out of room in the rental car. Plus, Patrick seemed like he was getting grumpy, so I figured we should call it a day. But I finished all of my Christmas shopping and got some fun stuff as well. Where do you want us to put all of this so you won’t be nosey and go through it?”

“In the office is fine,” I said, heading to the oven to pull the pizza out. “And I would never do that.”

“You would too,” she countered as she headed down the hallway and into the office.

“That was one time,” I hollered back, setting the pizza pan on the stove. “And I was seven.”

“Still. Once a snoop, always a snoop.”

She came into the kitchen wearing a smile and hiding a bag behind her back.

“Have a good night, guys,” she called out over her shoulder as Tony and Patrick left, never taking her eyes off me.

“What do you have behind your back?”

“A little present for you.”

“It’s not Christmas yet.”

“It’s not a Christmas gift.”

I leaned to the side, trying to see where the bag was from.

“Nope. No cheating.”

“If it’s my present, then it’s not cheating if I try to see what it is.”

“It’s cheating if I say it’s cheating. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, then did as she asked.

She pulled something out of the bag and placed it in my hands. It was light, but there was a crinkling sound, like that of tissue paper.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

I opened them slowly and stared at the red tissue paper in my hands. I gave her a questioning look so I didn’t get in trouble for trying to open it if she wasn’t ready.

“Go ahead,” she said with a sexy smile.

I pulled the tissue paper back and held up a piece of red lingerie that had a thin strip of white fur that lined the top of where the bra cups should go. Only they weren’t there, which meant her breasts would be on full display and easily accessible in this.

I looked up at her and found her chewing her nails nervously as she watched me.

It was sexy as hell and I couldn’t wait to see it on her as I held it up and noticed that it had crotchless panties as well.

“Very nice,” I said, pressing the silky fabric against my body as I smirked at her. “But I don’t think it’ll fit me.”

“You dork, it’s for me to wear for you ,” she replied, swatting at my arm as she tried to get it back.

“Well then, I guess you better go put it on.”

“But the pizza is ready,” she objected, looking from me to the pan sitting on the stove. “Plus, I have to wash it first. I thought maybe I could wear it for you on Christmas Eve.”

“You can’t show me something sexy like that and then expect me to wait that long for it,” I whined, not loving where this was going.

“Well,” she said with a heavy sigh, resting her hands on my shoulders. “I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you after dinner with a blow job on the couch.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise as a wicked smile crossed my face.

“You sure do know how to negotiate.”

She leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose before taking the lingerie and stuffing it back into the bag. I was disappointed I wouldn’t get to see her in it right away, but I was already looking forward to the blow job tonight, as well as the fact that she was planning to spend Christmas Eve with me.