O Come, All Ye Kellys (Love & Luck #7) - Isla Olsen Page 0,16

out of my mouth and collapses half next to me, half on top of me. I’m honestly incredibly proud of myself for not accidentally biting down as I was coming, but it’s not as though I don’t have practice with this kind of play.

“You okay, baby?” Connor asks, looking a little concerned as I sputter and cough a little. I managed to swallow most of his cum down the right pipe but it seems a little went into my airway.

“I’ll be fine,” I manage to croak.

He chuckles and presses a kiss to my jaw. Then he glances down my body and gives a disappointed shake of his head. “Damn. You didn’t leave anything for me.” He eyes me mournfully, his lips forming an adorable pout. “You know I hate it when you get yourself off. That’s supposed to me my job.”

I smile affectionately at him. “I couldn’t help it.”

He brushes another soft kiss over my lips before moving away and sliding off the bed. “I’ll just have to make up for it later,” he says with a wink.

“Where are you going?” I ask as he starts putting his pants back on. We’ve wiled away a bit of time but it’s still early.

“To get you some water. You sound like you could replace Steven Tyler on an Aerosmith Greatest Hits tour.”

I decide I may as well get up too; otherwise who knows if Connor will have another attack of the crazy and decide to sneak upstairs and wake the baby while he’s supposed to be in the kitchen. I slide off the bed and pad into the ensuite, quickly cleaning up the mess I made on my hand and stomach. Then I return to the bedroom and pull on a pair of Connor’s sweats. They’re way too big for me, but I love wearing his clothes and he seems to love seeing me in them.

When I get into the kitchen, I see a glass of water waiting for me on the counter while Connor rummages through the fridge, presumably in search of ingredients for breakfast.

I down the whole glass of water, feeling a little relief in my throat.

“You know you can go back. The fridge isn’t going anywhere,” I say as Connor emerges from the fridge, his arms full of various food items.

He sets the items on the counter; I see mushrooms, a red bell pepper, bacon, cheese, and onion. “I am going back,” he says with a grin, and reaches into the fridge again. This time he retrieves a carton of eggs and a quart of milk. He kicks the refrigerator door closed with his foot and sets the remaining ingredients on the counter.

“So, what’s on the menu?”

“Veggie omelets and a side of bacon.”

“Can I have bacon in my omelet as well?”

He smiles at me. “You can have anything you want, babe.”

“Morning.”

I glance up as Laura enters the kitchen. “Morning.”

She arches an eyebrow at my still-raspy voice but then just shakes her head. “I’m not going to ask.”

“Probably a good idea,” Connor says, offering me a sexy smirk as he reaches under the counter to retrieve a cutting board.

“What are you doing up already?” I ask Laura. “You need more sleep.”

“Yeah, but I woke up and was too excited to go back to sleep,” she says, her whole face lit with anticipation. “Chase is way more aware this year than last year. I want to see his reaction when he opens his presents.”

I groan. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you want to wake him early, too.”

Her brows shoot up. “Hell no, I want breakfast first. Hopefully he’ll sleep for another hour at least.”

I offer Connor a pointed look and he just shakes his head and continues slicing vegetables.

* * *

Fortunately, we all manage to get through breakfast before Chase wakes and starts screaming to be let out of his crib. As soon as we hear him, Connor jumps out of his chair and bounds up the stairs to Chase’s room. When they come back down, Connor looks like he can barely contain his excitement, while Chase looks adorably bleary-eyed and still totally out of it after just waking up.

“You could have at least taken him out of his sleep sack,” Laura mutters with an eye roll, before wandering over to Connor and Chase so she can unzip and remove said sleep sack, leaving Chase in his onesie pajamas.

Ignoring Laura, Connor holds Chase on his hip, cooing at him as he points out the pile of presents near the Christmas tree.