My dearest readers, I love you all so much. You don’t even know how much you mean to me. I’ve had the best year and I owe so much of it to you. And to these two characters I created, Drew + Fable. I decided to write a little something for you all. A Christmas gift for you to enjoy. An exclusive, never before read excerpt featuring another glimpse into Drew + Fable’s lives during the holidays. I hope you enjoy.
“I’ve never had a white Christmas before.” I’m standing in front of the giant window, watching the snow fall. The flakes are fluffy, the ground is already covered with a heavy blanket of icy white and the pine trees that surround the house are flocked with snow. I’ve never seen anything like it in real life. It feels like I’m staring at a painting.
Strong, warm arms wrap around my waist from behind and I’m tucked against a solid wall of muscle, Drew’s chin resting on top of my head. I close my eyes as contentment washes over me. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than Drew Callahan’s arms. “Me either,” he murmurs.
“Didn’t you come here last year for Christmas?” I ask. It’s a moment in time we don’t really talk about, Drew and I. When he ran away from me after Thanksgiving and then stayed away for two months. He told me he came up to this cabin in Lake Tahoe and spent the holidays here. Alone and scared and confused…
I hate thinking of him like that. Why? Because I was scared and confused too, just like him. But at least I wasn’t alone. I had Owen. I had someone I wanted to make the holiday special for. Drew had no one.
Of course, that was his own fault, the stubborn, silly boy that he is. Always running.
Not anymore though. He’s mine. I caught him. And I’m not about to let him go.
“Yeah, I don’t count that as Christmas,” he finally says, his deep voice extra somber. “I really wasn’t in the mood at the time so I didn’t bother celebrating, you know?”
“I know.” Turning my head, I rubbed my cheek against his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt combined with his intoxicating scent bringing me comfort. Arousing me too if I’m being honest. “You have reason to celebrate now,” I murmur.
“Hell yeah, I do.” He grips my waist with his big hands and turns me around so I’m facing him. Lifting my gaze, I find him smiling down at me, his blue eyes sparkling, full of warmth and love and affection. “I love you so much, Fable.”
“I love you too,” I whisper, pushing up on tiptoe so I can kiss him. My lips linger on his and I open to him, a little whimper escaping me when his arms slip tighter around my waist, his hands moving down so they can spread across my backside. His tongue slides against mine and I’m lost. Lost in his arms, his taste, his touch, his kiss. My mind goes blank as I curl my hands into his shirt, yanking up the fabric so I can get my hands on his hard, flat stomach…
“Damn it, can’t you two keep your hands off each other for two seconds? Jesus.”
I tear myself out of Drew’s embrace to turn and glare at my little brother. No use bothering to correct his foul language. He’d just curse up a storm some more. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I wish I still was. Then I wouldn’t have to see this stuff.” Owen rubs his eyes with his fists then glares at the two of us. His hair sticks up on end, he’s wearing an oversized T-shirt that’s seen better days and a pair of faded black sweats with a giant tear in one knee. He looks like the little boy he used to be, minus the weird scruff on his jaw and the now six-foot frame.
My brother is growing up and I’m still having a hard time with it.
“You should be glad at least we love each other and show it,” Drew says, once again slipping his arms around me from behind, hauling me in close to him. “We’re providing you with a good example.”
“Right.” Owen rolls his eyes. “Sticking your tongues down each other’s throats is a good example.”
“Shut up Owen,” I say good naturedly. We have this argument all the time. We’re used to it. Owen loves to give us grief over the fact that Drew and I are always kissing. I can’t help it if I can’t keep my lips off of him.
I can’t help it Drew is so damn delicious.
“It’s getting late.” Drew glances out the window. The cloudy sky is darkening quickly. “We should start making dinner.”
“You’re going to actually make dinner?” Owen sounds incredulous. I’m feeling pretty incredulous myself though I’m not letting on. I want Drew to have my upmost support for this Christmas Eve cooking endeavor. I’ll take this sort of gift.
“I am.” Drew grins. I wonder if he knows what he’s about to do. Has he prepared? Gone grocery shopping? I’ve never seen him cook anything before beyond using the microwave to heat up a frozen pizza or cook soup on the stove. “Prepare to be dazzled.”
I’m dazzled enough just looking at him. He doesn’t have to do anything. Just stand there and look good. I’m that enraptured with him.
I’m that in love with him.
“So did I dazzle you with dinner or what?” We’re lying in bed, naked. Fable is sprawled across me, her leg slung over mine, her arm draped across my stomach. She’s drawing circles with her fingernails on my skin, making me shiver.
“Drew, you made grilled cheese sandwiches and chicken noodle soup.” She laughs, her breath warm and soft against my neck. “That’s far from dazzling for a Christmas Eve dinner.”
“Hey. I put my heart and soul into those sandwiches. I’m trying right?” I smooth my hand over her head, my fingers tangling in her long blonde hair. It feels so good, having her nestled close, her warm, soft skin against mine. The minute I got her alone in our bedroom, I stripped her clothes off and made love to her. I couldn’t resist. I always want her naked. I always want her with me. I want to make her smile, make her laugh, listen to her talk, kiss her, taste her, move inside of her.
I’m a man obsessed and I revel in my Fable obsession. Is that wrong? Most people would say yes. That what I feel for her, what we feel for each other, is unhealthy.
I don’t care. We know what’s right for us—each other.
“You’re trying,” she murmurs, her lips moving against my skin. “And I love you for it.”
“I love you too.” I kiss her forehead, slide my hand up her side until I’m cupping her breast. “Are you happy, Fable?”
She pulls away, glaring at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” I nod, fear suddenly gripping my insides. “It’s just…everything’s finally come together. There’s nothing stopping us from being with each other. It feels so good, so right with you and I’m afraid something’s going to come along and screw it up.”
“Oh, Drew.” She swoops in and kisses me, her lush mouth caressing mine. “We can’t always live in fear you know.”
“I know. And I don’t but…it’s hard sometimes. I think I—I have a hard time being happy.” I sound like an idiot. I’m sure Fable thinks I’m crazy. Weird. “It’s stupid.”
“No.” She touches my cheek, forces me to meet her gaze. Her green eyes are full of so much love I can practically feel it radiating toward me. “Considering your life and what’s happened to you, it’s normal.”
I drop my gaze, shame filling me. “I need to stop being full of doubt and believe in myself. Believe in you.”
“Yes. You should.” She streaks her fingers across my cheek, then her mouth is pressing against mine. “Believe in us, Drew,” she whispers against my lips. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me. Think of me as your permanent present.” Another kiss. This one deeper, stirring something inside of me and making my body react. “Merry Christmas.”
Best words I’ve ever heard. Best gift she could’ve ever given me too. “And you’re definitely stuck with me. Merry Christmas baby.” I kiss her again, drown her because it’s that easy.
It’s always easy when you’re with the one you love.