Novel & Cerita Under The Christmas Tree Robyn Carr

“It looks great! Be careful up there. Come down once you’re done!” “Okay.” She nodded and turned to climb down, her movements swift. The height posed no challenge to her. After descending the ladder, she waved excitedly at me. “Scarlett, change your shoes! Let’s take pictures together!” I looked at the towering Christmas tree and felt a little tempted myself. I nodded in agreement. After changing into snow boots, Eleanor ran over to help me. The two of us approached the Christmas tree. “Nancy, could you take our picture?”

Reece says. I smile seductively and untie the robe, letting it fall open. "I was already planning on it." I wink at them and their eyes all turn dark, full of hunger and lust. "Mmm damn baby." Ryder says as I let the robe slide down my shoulders and drop to the floor. "I thought maybe we could have that naked Christmas we talked about." I whisper, batting my lashes innocently at the three of them. They share another look and Reece reaches down pulling his shorts down his hips. "I'm fine with that baby."

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

It also makes my Christmas present project take even longer than my poor skills might have allowed me to finish. I think it must bother Rob to be inactive, because as soon as the snow stops, he’s out shoveling a path to our vehicles and clearing the drive. Which means when the weather is clear enough, I’m off to the library as soon as I can to work on his Christmas presents.

With Cameron around for the holidays, Rosa was setting up the Christmas tree and lighting up the house with color and mistletoe. She had brought life to the house and soon every corner of the house felt like the holiday season. There was a smile on Rosa' face but it still didn't reach her eyes. Liam was acting so strange and that got her even more worried.

The woman is superwoman I kid you not, all her energy and focus turn me on, she’s smart, funny, gorgeous and kind-hearted, there will never be another woman for me. “I like this one, what do you think?” She is standing next to a large Norway spruce tree in Dixon’s tree lot excited as a kid in a candy store who has been let loose. This is going to be our first Christmas together and whatever she wants she will have. Her face is radiant as she smiles, the air is cooler today and Immi has adorable red cheeks, and the tip of her nose is getting red. I kiss her button nose. “I like it, sure is a big fella. Where are you thinking?”

“I have to admit, you look good in that, but I wonder what is underneath. As I speak, my eyes drift down to the bulge that is already noticeable underneath the robe. If I had to wager, I would assume that he was completely naked underneath there, and that thought alone makes me want to rip the damned robe open and take his monster between my lips. Letting out a soft chuckle, Rosco makes his way over to the tree, which is brightly lit and fully decorated with red and gold ornaments. When he reaches, he begins to dig through the presents underneath until he finds a single box. When he turns back toward me, his eyes sparkle in anticipation before he comes back to stand in front of me. “FIrst,”

I stroked her wiry coat until she calmed and laid down in my lap. The rest of the car ride to Gretchen's house was quiet. When we got there, we got some snacks together and settled in on the couch, me in the middle and my two best friends on either side. Carol lay on the floor in front of me. We chose an array of Christmas movies, from the classics to some of the newer ones that seemed sure to become classics. Abigail banned me from watching White Christmas. I wasn’t mad about it. I’d watched it too many times the last time I was upset about a guy.

Sable Christmas Eve settled over the clubhouse louder than any holiday had a right to. Someone had dragged in a cedar that looked like it had been bullied out of the desert and forced into seasonal participation, and now it stood in the corner of the common room sagging beneath mismatched ornaments, colored lights, and enough tinsel to qualify as a fire hazard. Bryce had declared the crooked angel on top “punk rock,” which earned him a threat from Hannah involving a serving spoon and his kneecaps. Charlie laughed so hard she nearly dropped a tray of cookies, and half the men in the room pretended they weren’t enjoying the whole thing as much as they were.

We stepped inside. The reception area was fully decorated for Christmas. My aunt Rosa took holiday season more seriously than any human should. A massive Christmas tree stood in the center, covered in warm lights, red bows, and wooden ornaments handmade at the ranch. Real pine garlands hung from the windows. The smell of cinnamon, pine, and fresh cookies filled the air. “MARCO!” Her voice rang behind the counter. She stepped out wearing a red sweater covered in reindeer. “I thought you’d be back only after taking care of the horses!”