DAY 11: Cari Quinn | 25 Days of Christmas
On the eleventh day of 25 Days of Christmas, Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliott gave us a special Holiday scene and TWO lucky winners an eBook!
Christmas scene from Horny St. Deacon from MERRY OBLIVION, a holiday story set in the Lost in Oblivion rockstar world created by Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliott
“Mama! Mama!”
Harper had enough time to drag up the sheet over her breasts before thirty-eight pounds of flying Alexa skidded across the bed.
Deacon woke with a snort, his arm swinging wide. Harper ducked. Deacon’s arms were dangerous on a number of levels. Half-awake could result in suffocation during a roll over, or an elbow to the jaw if she wasn’t careful.
Lexi crawled her way up the sheets and onto Harper’s stomach. “Where’s Santa, Mama?”
“What?” Harper whooshed out a breath. “Santa?”
“It’s Christmas, Mama. Santa didn’t come.” Her huge green eyes were brimming with tears. “Was I really that bad, Mama?”
“No.” Harper slid off of Deacon and turned to hug Lexi. “No, honey. Santa went to our house, that’s all. But he did leave something for you here, just so you’d know he didn’t forget you.”
“He did?” She craned her neck around the room. “Where?”
“Out in the living room.”
“He did?” Deacon asked out of the side of his mouth as he tugged the covers up to hide all his particulars.
Harper had to hook her arm around Lexi’s waist so she didn’t take a header off the tall king-sized bed. “Careful,” she said as Lexi struggled to get free.
“Let me go, Mama. I need to go see.” Lexi dropped with a thump, her footie pajamas swishing across the carpeting and out the door.
Deacon shoved his hair out of his face. “Jesus. I’m glad you thought of that. Bad dad, man. Sure you want to make another one with me?”
Harper rolled over to face him. “I most certainly do.” She dragged him down by his ears to her mouth. His arms came around her as the sheet slid away.
He groaned when her breasts flattened against his chest. “Mrs. Claus, you seem to be missing your suit.”
“Don’t like my birthday suit?”
“Oh, I definitely do.” He cupped her ass, dragging her back over him again.
A squeal from the living room had his moan turning into a groan. “I suppose that means I have to get dressed.”
“Only if you don’t want to scar our child.”
He grunted and slid out of bed, hustling to the bathroom. Harper grabbed her overnight bag and tugged on her sleep pants, bra, and shirt.
She followed the sounds of her daughter ripping at paper. A small tabletop tree was stashed in the corner of their suite. Three presents in matching paper to her home stash were piled under the tree. Lexi paused, mid rip.
“Um…”
“You couldn’t wait for us, huh?”
Her daughter gave her the devilish smile that matched her father’s so well. “I couldn’t wait.”
Harper plucked the box out of her hand. “Wait for Daddy.”
Her lower lip quivered.
“Don’t start that. You know the deal.”
Lexi pushed her dark hair out of her eyes. “Yeah. Christmas is for family.”
“Exactly.”
The shower went on in their bedroom and Lexi threw herself onto the carpet. “I can’t wait.”
Harper scooped her up, depositing her on the couch. Deacon had fallen asleep without cleaning up after the concert, so she couldn’t blame him for escaping into the shower. Even if he was going to give his daughter a coronary.
Harper dropped the half-opened box in Lexi’s lap. “Okay, just this one.”
“Yes!” She tore at the Rudolph paper with undisguised glee, then shrieked when the jockey Barbie was revealed. She immediately pried the top up and made a distressed wail when the packaging wouldn’t open.
“Okay, kiddo. Wait a second.” Harper swallowed a laugh and covered Lexi’s hand. “There’s about a million twisty thingies in here.”
“Is that a technical term?” Deacon asked from the doorway. His arms were crossed, his hair still dripping into his thermal shirt. He’d gone straight to street clothes since they were heading back home in less than—Harper looked over her shoulder at the clock—an hour.
Lexi snatched the Barbie out of Harper’s hands and ran to her father. “See. See what I got.” She raised her arms to Deacon and he scooped her up with a huge smile.
Harper’s heart twisted and grew about thirteen sizes. He was so amazing with their daughter. Never a harsh word unless it was warranted, and he always took time for her even if he was slammed with work.
Nothing was more important to Deacon than his family. The fact that she’d even had a moment’s worry about it was beyond stupid.
He’d been created for this. For her, for her daughter and whatever children they had in the future.
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