Chapter 25 - Christmas Day

Ryder’s POV

I hadn’t had a wet dream since Keegan and I had had sex for the first time. I was so satisfied in real life that my dreams didn’t seem to need to go there anymore but tonight seemed to be a different story. Tonight I was dreaming that my eyes were closed, it was the middle of the night, and my girl’s sweet, hot mouth was around my cock. Sliding me deep into her mouth repeatedly, slowly taking in more and more until the head of my cock was hitting the back of my throat. When I felt that little move, my eyes opened wide, and it wasn’t night anymore like I had been dreaming, it was morning. But my gorgeous girlfriend’s mouth bobbing up and down my shaft was reality. I couldn’t think of a better way to wake up on Christmas morning.

“Is this my Christmas present?” I asked huskily, thrusting my hips in time with her mouth.

She, much to my dismay, pulled her mouth off of me, “That was a wake-up call. If you haven’t figured it out, you’re a pretty heavy sleeper, and we are due at Grams’ house in an hour and a half.”

I laughed, pulling her up until her naked body was straddling mine, reaching for a condom on my side table, “Then we better hurry up.”

“You know, since we both aren’t sleeping with anyone else and we both have clean medical histories, we don’t really need those. It’s not like I don’t have birth control covered.” She advised me, a cheeky grin on her face.

The thought of thrusting into her without a barrier between us almost made me cum before we had even gotten started. With my lively dating history, I got tested regular and was tested just before getting serious with her. Keegan hadn’t been tested in a while, but she hadn’t had sex since before her last test, so she was fine too. When she had told me how long it had been since she had slept with someone else, I nearly died of shock. Given her sexual appetite since we had been dating, I couldn’t imagine how she survived that long without. Her willpower was incredible. She had also previously informed me that she had an IUD which meant no little babies for us, one day maybe, but not now.

Keegan positioned herself over me, the head of my cock at her entrance as she stared down at me with a questioning look on her face. I bit my lip to suppress a moan and nodded at her, giving her the answer she needed before sinking down on me, inch by inch, until I was buried in her to the hilt. I had never had sex without protection, and after feeling her hot, drenched pussy gripping me, I don’t think I could ever go back again.

She braced herself by placing her hands on my chest, rotating her hips and riding me like a cowgirl riding a bull. It was rough, wild and fast. Her mouth had already taken me a fair way, so I knew I wouldn’t last long. Licking my thumb, I wedged it between our bodies, pressing it against her clit, making her throw her head back and moan. I pushed my hips up to meet hers, matching her thrust for thrust while we both chased our climaxes, going over the edge together before she collapsed in a sweaty mess on top.

“Best Christmas ever,” I stated firmly, making her laugh as she climbed off of me, walking naked towards the bathroom. “Want some company in the shower?”

“We both know that if you join me in that shower, we will be very late for lunch, and you’ll be the one informing my Grams that it was because you were screwing her only granddaughter.” She advised me, not turning around as she continued to walk away from me.

While staring at that tight little ass of hers as she walked away from me had me all hot and bothered for round two, it wasn’t worth incurring the wrath of Trixie if we were late for lunch. That woman had grown to like me as the months passed, especially when she found out we were dating for real, but even I wasn’t stupid enough to mess with her plans. That woman still scared the shit out of me.

So after our separate showers, we packed up the presents in the car and headed towards her grandmother’s house. Christmas’ for me used to mean Faith and me in a hotel room wherever I was playing if I happened to have a game, and if I didn’t, we had a quiet one, just the two of us. I always got plenty of invites from my teammates to spend Christmas with them and their families, but it always seemed like a pity invite, even though I knew it wasn’t one. Faith and I always made it work with just the two of us. I even had to play Santa for a few years while she still believed in herself. This was the first year I felt excited to spend the day with other people, not that Trixie would have given us a choice if we wanted to be alone.

When we got there, the house was decorated a lot like my place. Now I knew where Keegan got it from. There were all sorts of lights and inflatables in the front yard, and the tree inside was covered in strings of popcorn and cranberries and homemade decorations, which I assumed were ones that Keegan had made over the years. The house smelled of cinnamon, nutmeg and turkey. It smelled like a home should on the holidays.

Lunch wasn’t too far off when we arrived, so Trixie put me to work setting the table while the girls helped her in the kitchen. In less than thirty minutes, there was a feast on the table. I couldn’t imagine how early Trixie must have gotten up to do all of this. Not only was there turkey, she had done a ham too, plus all the sides, mash potato, gravy, glazed honey carrots, beans, stuffing, Brussell sprouts and homemade rolls. I was defiantly going to have to spend more time in the gym over the next few weeks to work this meal off, but it was delicious. I couldn’t help going back for seconds.

The meal had barely been consumed when Faith started busting my balls to open presents, and I couldn’t say no to her, especially after she had been so patient all morning. On top of the dress that Keegan made for her and given to her early, we got her some concert tickets for her and a couple of friends to see a band that she was in love with, a bunch of new clothes, some gift vouchers to her favorite stores and a new laptop. She was more than thrilled. When it came to Trixie, I let Keegan take the lead with most of the gifts, but the last time we faced off against the Clippers, I asked them all f they could sign a jersey for her, and they had come through. Apparently, this made me her new favorite person.

Keegan was a little bit harder to buy for, most girls I knew would be happy with some expensive jewellery, clothes and spa vouchers, but she wasn’t materialist. So I went down the more practical route and got her a new phone and one other thing that I couldn’t wait for her to open. I think I was more excited than she was when I put the large, heavy box in front of her.

She tore at the wrapping, pausing when she finally realized what it was, “I noticed yours was a little outdated, the guy at the store this is the best one there is.”

Keegan’s eyes studied the sewing machine box, tears welling in her eyes, “Excuse me for a minute.”

As I watched her run off into the kitchen, I was confused, but when I looked at her grandmother’s for answers, she just sighed, “I’ll go talk to her.”

After a few minutes, I couldn’t wait anymore. I hated the idea of her being upset, or more importantly that I was the cause of her being upset, and I needed to know why so I could fix it. When I got to the kitchen, the two of them were huddled in the corner, talking in hushed tones.

I knocked on the kitchen wall to get their attention, “I am so sorry, Keegan, I didn’t mean to upset you, baby. I can take it back to the store.”

Trixie kissed her on the cheek, “remember what I said. I will let you guys talk. Faith and I will pick out a Christmas movie to watch with dessert.”

Once she left, I couldn’t stop myself from going over to Keegan and pulling her in my arms, “Talk to me, please, let me fix it.”

“It’s not your fault Ry,” She advised, snuggling into my chest, “My grams is right I am being silly. The machine I use now belonged to my mother. She taught me how to sew on that thing. When I use it as stupid as it sounds, I feel closer to her.”

Okay, and now I wanted to punch myself in the gut for buying her a new machine. I still had the basketball my mother got for me the Christmas before she passed away, the logo was completely worn away, and I had patched at least half a dozen holes on it, but I couldn’t bear to part with it. I had caught my dad trying to throw it away when I was eleven and threw the biggest tantrum ever and didn’t come out of my room for days. So I got the sentimental attachment.

“It’s not stupid.” I assured her, kissing her forehead, “I will take it back tomorrow and get you something else.”

“Don’t you dare”, She exclaimed back, “it was a very thoughtful gift, and Grams is right. That machine is not her. I don’t need a use a silly, old machine to remember her. Now let’s get back out there before Faith eats all the Christmas cookies. I saw her eying them off early.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies and consuming more sugar than I usually did in a year, but it was the best Christmas I had had in a long time. By the time night fell, Trixie and Keegan were teaching Faith how to play gin, and I was sitting out on the porch on the swing seat up out there enjoying the quiet. The squeak of the front door alerted me to someone else’s presence, and a minute or so later, Keegan joined me with a wrapped gift in her hands.

“You didn’t open any of your gifts,” Keegan advised me, holding it out to me.

Taking it from her, I carefully pulled away the wrapping paper, my eyes going wide with shock when I saw it. Inside was a framed drawing of me in my Lakers uniform,
Faith and my father all standing together and smiling.

“How did you do this?” I asked in shock, my voice shaky.

Keegan ran her fingers lovingly over my face in the sketch. “I found a company that can take different people from different photos and merge them into one. I know your father didn’t live to see you reach the NBA or Faith turn into the amazing young woman that she is. I wanted you two to have that, even if it was just in print.”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to me. I couldn’t believe how much thought she had put into this gift. It made me love her so much more.