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  “Maybe Christmas,” the Grinch though, “doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas,…perhaps… means a little bit more.”

  ~ Dr. Seuss

  Chapter One - MacKenzie McCormick

  Chapter Two - Hunter McCormick

  Chapter Three - Hailey Taylor

  Chapter Four - Mason Cahill

  Cnapter Five - Chloe Cahill

  Cnapter Six - Jackson Cahill

  Cbapter Seven - Elle Cahill

  Chapter Eight - Andrew Cahill

  Chapter Nine - Elle Cahill

  Chapter Ten - Sadie McCormick

  Chapter Eleven - Coooper Cahill

  Chapter Twelve - Jaylinn McComick

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  Sneak Peek at Finding Ours

  “CC,” Hunter yells up the stairs. I pull a shirt over my head quickly trying to get dressed. I should have been up two hours ago but my remarkable husband let me sleep in since he had today off and now I’m rushing around trying to get out of the house so we can go Christmas shopping for the kids. His mom, Sadie, said that she would come over and watch them for us so we can try and finish up. We won’t get it all done but at least we can finish the kids and then all we will have to worry about are my parents and his mom.

  “Coming,” I yell back looking under the bed for my other black knee high boot but it’s not there. “Damn it.” I mutter to myself climbing to my feet and hobbling with my one boot on over to the closet.

  “Ugh,” I say throwing shoes over my shoulder to Hunter’s side of the closet. It now officially looks like a tornado came through here. “Where the hell is it?” I say throwing the last shoe over my shoulder. I sit down on my ass and lean against the dresser in defeat. “I know I saw it in here.”

  I hear giggling behind me and turn my head to find my sexy as sin husband holding our daughter in his arms with one of her little legs in my boot.

  “Looking for this?” Hunter says with a smirk on his face holding our daughter’s leg out in front of him.

  “Seriously?” I know I should have checked Olivia’s room, the one-year-old diva herself is already stealing my shoes. Huffing, I look around my closet at the mess I’ve made.

  Hunter chuckles and it sends tingles down my spine, annoyance quickly fades away. “She came crawling into the living room with it on. I figured since you weren’t down there yet and I could hear stomping around that you were probably looking for it.”

  I slip the boot off of Olivia’s little leg and start to tickle her. “You little munchkin, you’re going to make your mommy go crazy.”

  Olivia laughs and wiggles away from me. Hunter lifts her and puts her on his shoulders. “Don’t worry, princess, daddy will save you.”

  I roll my eyes and push Hunter away. “Don’t worry daddy will save you.” I mock him.

  He laughs. “Jealous, baby?”

  “Ha, jealous? Never. I got my baby boy downstairs.” I pick up my boot and slip it on then grab my jacket off the bed. I should probably make the bed but then think better of it and decide to say screw it and leave it a mess.

  Ryder comes running into our room. “Where you goin’?” Ryder asks.

  I reach down picking Ryder up. “Mommy and daddy are running out for a little bit. Grandma Sadie is going to stay with you.”

  The doorbell dings at the perfect time. “See, there she is now. Want to go let her in?”

  Ryder squirms until I let him down and then the second his feet hit the floor he is running to the door. Thankfully, he hasn’t figured out that you have to unlock both the handle and deadbolt before the door will open but I have to give him an A for effort as he tries.

  I glance over my shoulder and see that sexy as hell dimple on Hunter’s right cheek as he smirks at me knowing full well that I just got dissed by my baby boy for excitement of seeing his grandma who will smother him and spoil them both rotten the entire time she is here.

  I huff. “Are you ready yet?”

  Hunter sets Olivia down on the bed and stalks over to me where he takes my jacket from my arms and holds it out for me to slip my arms into it. Hunter turns me around to face him. Those bright blue eyes of his turns me to mush. He reaches down and zippers my jacket for me then leans down and right before he kisses me he whispers. “I’m always ready for you, CC, and if mom hadn’t just shown up, I’d show you exactly how quickly I can get you ready.”

  And now I need to change my panties. With my heart thumping erratically he kisses me, the slow, drugging kisses that I fucking love. Our sex life has been pretty non-existent now that we have a two year old and an almost one year old. I wouldn’t change a second of what we have for anything in the world but I miss my damn husband. Hunter leaves early in the morning and that’s when we normally get our alone time as long as we don’t have one of the kids in our bed, which is a hit or miss on any given night. Hunter’s pretty good at knowing when I need him so even in those early mornings that he has to get up for work he wakes me and asks me to shower with him. It may only be twenty minutes but those twenty minutes are enough for me, for us. The rest of the day is filled with getting Ryder to preschool, entertaining Olivia, school work, cooking, cleaning, baths and bedtime. By the time the kids are asleep I’m exhausted and so is Hunter from working. We try at least once a month to have a date night. Some of those nights consist of sleeping and nothing else and sometimes those nights consist of those heart-stopping moments that never feel long enough.

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish, lover boy.” I say kissing his lips once more.

  I go to take a step back but Hunter reaches out and pulls me back to him, chest to chest. “I never have a problem finishing, CC.” Then he lowers his lips to mine and reminds me that he never does have a problem with anything that he does to me but we have to get out of here or we’ll never leave and as much as I don’t want to we have to.

  “Mommy!” Ryder yells from downstairs and the doorbell dings again.

  “Shit,” I say tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “You distracted me and your poor mom is outside waiting for us to let her in.”

  Hunter’s face splits into a wide grin. He is proud of himself for making me forget what I was doing. Asshole.

  “Go let your mom in. Olivia and I will meet you downstairs in a second.” I reach down and grab Olivia. Hunter nods and heads downstairs to let his mom in. I need a second to get myself under control before I pounce on my poor husband in front of his mother and embarrass myself. You’d think after all this time that I’d be able to control myself but that man just has that something that gets me all fired up whenever he looks at me.

  I step into the bathroom and place Olivia down on the sink and fix her ponytail. “What am I going to do with your daddy, huh?”

  She tries to grab the brush from me and squirms. She hates when anyone but Hunter touches her hair. After I get it fixed up I pick her back up and head downstairs.

  Olivia and I meet everyone in the living room where I can set Olivia down and know she’s safe with all the baby gates in place. Hunter and his mom are whispering in the corner and Ryder is playing with his trucks banging them into the couch. When Hunter and his mom notice me they both smile. I return it hesitantly not liking the looks on their faces, you know the cat that got the canary sort of look. Sadie hugs me and kisses me on the cheek. “Looking as stunning as ever.”

  I eye her suspiciously. Something is going on but I can’t put my finger on it just yet. When Ryder notices I’m in the room he runs over to me and wraps his little arms around my legs. “Love you mommy.”

  I bend down so I’m eye level. “Love you too, Monkey.”

  “Ready to go?” Hunter asks with Olivia in his arms.

  I stand up on my tiptoes and kiss her forehead. “Love you, Liv.”

  Hunter kisses Olivia on her forehead before placing her down next to her brother. “Bye buddy, I’ll see you later.”

  “Bye dad.” Ryder says already back to playing with his trucks.

  “Bye mom.” Hunter says over his shoulder ushering me out of the living room.

  When we get to the front door I notice two bags, our overnight bags to be specific. With my eyebrows raised I ask, “Are we going somewhere?”

  Hunter nods while reaching down for the bags. “Yup, we’re going to Atlantic City for the weekend. Mom’s staying over with the kids.” br />
  My jaw damn near hits the floor. Hunter and I rarely spend the night away from the kids much less an entire weekend. “Really?”

  Hunter leans down and captures my lips once more melting me to the core. “Yes babe, really. Merry Christmas to us.”

  I cannot believe Hunter planned this on his own, for me, for us. All I see is loads of sex with this man over the next twenty-four hours. Best. Christmas. Present. Ever.

  A while later MacKenzie and I arrive at Harrah’s hotel and casino in Atlantic City. We decided to park the car in the garage instead of valet. Fine by me, I have a thing about letting other people I don’t know drive my cars.

  I park the car on the top floor of the parking garage where it is basically empty and walk around to CC’s side to open the door for her. When she stands I cup her face with both of my hands. A gust of cold wind tunnels through us and CC burrows herself into me trying to keep warm. I kiss her pink plump lips. Every time I look at them all I want to do is taste them. They’re always so sweet because of that lip gloss she wears.

  “As much as I love kissing you I’m freezing my ass off. Can we finish this inside?” She says as she wipes a tear from her eye.

  “Let’s go.”

  I grab for her hand and walk us around to the trunk popping it open and reaching for the garment bag that I put on top of our overnight bags so it didn’t wrinkle.

  “What’s that?” CC asks.

  “Clothes.”

  “No shit.” She says sarcastically.

  I hand her the bag. “I’ve got plans for us. Just carry this in and I’ll grab the other bags.” I reach into the trunk once more and grab our bags before shutting it and locking it up. As we walk to the entrance, CC wraps her arm around mine since I don’t have a free hand. I look down at her and smile. I love that she always feels the need to hold on to me like I’m going somewhere.

  We take the elevator down to the second floor and then take the escalators down to the casino floor. We walk down the path to check in so we can get the key card to our room. I may have went a little crazy and rented us a suite for the weekend which we didn’t really need. We decided we weren’t buying each other anything for Christmas since we can just go and buy whatever we want when we want. Made sense to me but this is as much my Christmas present to myself as it is hers. I wanted the weekend away with my beautiful wife, just the two of us, only worrying about us. I want to be able to have sex with my wife for just a weekend whenever the fuck I want and not have to worry about Ryder walking in on us or hearing Olivia’s cries because of shitty timing. I think we deserve it.

  CC is looking around not paying attention thankfully when the lady confirms my reservation for the suite. Of course once the lady realizes the room I’ve booked, her underpaid and overworked demeanor changes. She plasters on a smile, straightens her back and calls me Mr. McCormick instead of Sir like she had been referring to me. So that’s what blowing a lot of money down here is like.

  “Is there anything else we can do for you, Mr. McCormick?” The lady asks.

  “No thanks. That’s it.” I return her smile. I turn to grab our bags but before I can get my hand on the handles a hand reaches for them first.

  “I’ve got them, Mr. McCormick.”

  The bellhop takes our two bags and places them on the cart. I reach for the garment bag CC is holding and hang it from the cart as well. I reach down for CC’s hand but the look on her face is priceless.

  “What the hell is going on?” She asks with raised eyebrows.

  I shrug. “Spending the weekend away with my wife?”

  She narrows her eyes at me not believing me for a second. I take her hand and follow behind the bellhop. Every time I glance down at her she’s still glaring at me and my smile grows. I love leaving her in the dark on things like this. It keeps our relationship exciting, she never expects me to do these things and when I can pull something off like this, the look on her face is fucking amazing.

  When we step into the elevator I wrap my arms around her and pull her so her back is leaning against my chest. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  The elevator dings and we step off. The rooms are far and few between. Finally finding our room the bellhop opens the door and allows us to walk in. The first thing I hear is CC gasp and that puts a smug grin on my face. It’s what I was going for with this surprise.

  “Hunter,” CC steps further into the room as the bellhop unloads bags into the closet. I pull out some money and hand it over to him just before he slips away from the room.

  The suite is exhilarating and perfect. There are floor to ceiling windows that overlook soothing waters below. In the living room there are two couches, a chair and a flat screen TV. In the corner there is a table with two chairs and a lamp in the middle. In the other corner there is a fully stocked bar with four chairs and also the two chocolate cupcakes I requested. I walk behind the bar to open the curtains silently counting till five because I know CC is searching for the bathroom. Seconds later CC screams like a little girl that is seeing her favorite boy band play live. I laugh to myself because she’s found the bathroom. It was the one thing that sold me on the suite. I walk down the hall and into the first door that is open. The bathroom is done up in different color blue tiles on the wall where the vanities are, there is his and her sinks and a common counter. Straight back there is a jetted tub big enough for two people. The back wall of it is mirrored and the two sides are tiled tan. The other side of the room has a separate shower big enough for two people. It has shower heads on both sides of the shower and even one of those glorious fucking showers above your head that gives you the feeling of standing in a cascading waterfall of rain.

  “Hunter,” CC twists around with her arms out. “Can you put this in our house?”

  I chuckle.

  She stops dead in her tracks. “I’m serious.”

  I stalk over to where she is standing and walk her backwards until her ass hits the counter. I lift her up and sit her down. She opens her legs for me to come closer. “Maybe you should show me how serious you are, baby.” I place a kiss on her lips, she moans.

  My fingertips skirt up her thighs and land on her ass, I pull her closer to me. I can smell her arousal and my mouth waters. I’ve had it a thousand times and I can never seem to get enough. I grip the hem of her sweater and slowly and seductively pull it up and over her head. Her black lace bra barely covers anything, her nipples on display for my viewing pleasure. I run my thumb over the lace and her legs tighten around my hips as her head falls back. By just that little touch I have her worked up.

  I kiss between her tits and all the way down to where her tights rest on her flat stomach. Even after two fucking kids her body bounced back. It’s not like it was before but knowing that she carried our two kids in there for nine months makes it that much more sexy to me. I know she’s self-conscious about the scar from the C-section that she had but to me it is a mark of our bond together, a reminder of our love story. I reach for the heel on both of her boots and pull them off at the same time. Her eyes are pinned on me, just the way I like them. In the next second her tights are gone leaving her in a black see through lace thong.

  “Fuck,” leaning forward I kiss the inside of her knee. Her legs begin to shake with want, need. “Lean back, CC.”

  She does as I ask and I stare into those crystal blue eyes of hers. My tongue comes out and I flick it over her swollen clit. Her body jumps like I’ve shocked her, she’s as tight as a rubber band. “Hunter,” she moans as I continue to lick and suck on her. “Don’t stop…”

  And I do the opposite of what she says. I crawl up her body kissing every inch along the way. She pants and her skin glistens under the lights. “Why’d you stop?”

  “Because you told me not to.”

  She growls. “What are we playing, do the opposite of everything I say?”

  “We’re playing my way is all.” I say playfully.

  “And what the hell is your way?”

  I kiss her on the lips lightly before taking a step back. “Follow me and find out.”

  She follows so closely behind that she runs right into me when I stop to open the door to the bedroom. I laugh. “Eager are we?”