A Stepbrother for Christmas:The Hard and Dirty Holidays(2)By: Celia Aaron
Her eyes lit up. “You like it?”
“It’s beautiful.” I wondered if there was an actual tree up under all the garlands and bows.
“Well, Brent helped me quite a bit.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist. “I just climbed the ladder around one hundred times or so.”
She kissed him on the cheek. “Because you love me.”
“That I do.” His smile was lopsided and heartfelt.
I realized how much I missed them. School took all my time and I stayed away from the house whenever I heard Niles would be visiting.
Mom and Brent were a cute couple, the cutest really. But I didn’t need to be subjected to googoo eyes this early in the visit. I was spending two weeks with them. I tried to cut it to one because I was working on finishing my biology degree early so I could start med school. Mom guilted me into coming for the entire two weeks. She has a gift, that woman.
“I’m just going to go on upstairs.”
“I thought you were going to bring Gavin with you?” Brent asked.
Mom elbowed him hard in the ribs.
“Oh, oh too right. I forgot. My apologies, darling. Can I help you upstairs with your bag?” Brent’s faced turned an interesting shade of crimson in only seconds.
Gavin was my ex-boyfriend. I’d dated him for a few months before we ended things. He just wasn’t the one. I liked him, we had a lot in common, but there was no spark, no fire. It didn’t really bother me to talk about it, but talking about my love life – or its untimely death, I supposed – with my parents was not happening.
“Which room is mine?” I clunked the bag up the stairs.
“Second door on the left, next to Niles’.”
I stopped, my foot almost missing the stair entirely. “Niles is coming?”
“Oh, he’s already here. Went to town to get some supplies, he said,” Mom trilled.
I slammed my bag to the top of the stairs, unable to hide my irritation.
Merry Frickin’ Christmas.
I swirled the coffee around, trying to cool it a bit before taking a sip. It had been a long trip over the pond, and even longer to get to Colorado. I was looking to relax for a few weeks, do some skiing, see my dad. I was almost finished with university, getting ready to seek a job in finance. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to come back to the States to be closer to my dad or stay in England where I’d made so many friends.
The coffeehouse traffic bustled around me, tourists streaming in and out for their coffee fix. The barista gave me a smile. She’d slipped me her number along with my coffee. She was certainly pretty enough, but I wasn’t here for a fling. I’d done enough of those at Oxford to last a lifetime. I smiled back at her before dropping my eyes. No point being rude.
The door opened with a jingling sound accompanied by a woman with a scarf, hat, and sunglasses. She was curvy and tall. I couldn’t quite see her face, but it had to be gorgeous like the rest of her. I straightened in my chair and ran a hand through my auburn locks, smoothing them down as best I could.
She shifted from one foot to the next as she waited to order. Her ass, a perfect plump orb, moved in her jeans. She had a small waist and her tits were high and large. My cock hardened in my pants as any number of inappropriate thoughts rushed through my mind. I licked my lips as heat rose along my skin.
She ordered her drink, a dizzying combination of flavors that I couldn’t follow, and turned toward the area where I sat. When she saw me she stiffened and reached for her sunglasses. She pulled them off and gave me a look that could melt lead.
Bloody hell. “Annalise?”
“Niles.” She moved away toward the bar area. To the barista, she said, “I need that in a to go cup, please. As soon as possible.”