Lily Graison - Blame It On The Mistletoe

Sean opened one eye when he heard Macy's mother call out her name. He lifted his head, looking toward the bedroom door and saw Rose standing there with one fist on her hip.

"You too, Sean,” she said. “I'm not holding breakfast a minute longer. Now up with the both of you!"

She winked at him before pulling the door shut behind her as she left. Sean looked over at Macy, grinning when he saw her. The sheet was barely covering her bottom, her long legs exposed to the hip. The night before replayed in slow motion in his mind's eye and he felt himself stir at the images. He'd taken her until their bodies were too spent to move. He lost count of the times he'd had her and knew if he never got another chance to love her, he'd have last night to sustain him. He wondered how she'd react to it this morning, though. It was easy to not think about it last night. The wine had a lot to do with it but even he wasn't naive enough to blame it completely on his inability to control himself while buzzed. Truth be known, he'd wanted her, just as he'd said he did. Wanted her and, thanks to the wine, had the guts to tell her so. She'd happily reciprocated his advances but now he worried she'd think he took advantage of her. Did he? Did he let his inebriated state of mind sway his judgment? He hadn't forced her, she said yes and clearly participated in their love play, but was she too drunk to know what she was doing?

A wave of guilt big enough to make him queasy washed over him and settled in his stomach. Would she wake hating him? Hating what he'd done to her? Would all those brothers downstairs skin him alive when they found out what he'd done?

"If we don't get moving soon, she'll be back,” Macy mumbled.

Sean focused his gaze on the back of her head. “I figured as much."

She moved then, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up her back, tucking the end under her chin before sighing. “I think we got a little drunk last night."

"Yeah,” he said. “A little."

She moved her head, burrowing into the pillow. “Is the morning after always this embarrassing?"

"I wouldn't know. I've never slept with a woman I wasn't already in a relationship with."

"Me either,” she said. “Uh, with a man, I mean. I've never…"

Sean chuckled and reached across the bed, laying his palm to her back. “I knew what you meant,” he said. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her shoulder. “And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything, I should be the one embarrassed for taking advantage of the situation."

She turned over then, looking up at him. “You didn't take advantage of me, Sean."

"No?” he said, raising one eyebrow. “Sure feels like it."

"Well, I was here too, you know. I remember how it all went down."

"Too much wine and cares thrown out the window?"

She grinned and nodded. “Yeah. Something like that."

He stared at her for long seconds before smiling. “You're not pissed at me then?"

She shook her head, looking away from his face before she blushed a pretty shade of pink and diverted her gaze. “No."

He grinned. “No? Then why are you blushing?"

She jerked the sheet up over her head before mumbling, “Let's get up and go to breakfast before mom comes back."

"Not until you tell me why you're blushing."

She laughed and held the sheet tighter. “You're naked, Sean."

He looked down at himself, noticing not an inch of the sheet covered him. He was bare ass naked, sprawled across the bed in all his glory. Had Rose seen him like that as well? He laughed before leaning toward her and tugging on the sheet. “Think your mom will be blushing when I look at her as well?"

Macy laughed, her shoulders heaving. “Oh god! I can't believe this is happening. My pretend boyfriend just flashed his goods to my fifty-eight year old mother."

"Well, chances are, she'll forgive you for being late for breakfast now."

The sheet fell away from Macy's eyes enough for her to look at him. He could tell by the wrinkles around them that she was smiling. “Don't think she isn't going to be mad at you just because you look good naked."

Sean raised an eyebrow at her. “You think I look good naked?"

"Oh god!” she yelled, jerking the sheet back over her head. “Put some clothes on and go downstairs so I can get dressed."

"What? You're not going to let me see you naked now? I want to make sure what I remember seeing is the real thing and not some alcohol induced hallucination."

"You're not seeing me naked,” she said. “Now get dressed."

Sean laughed and crawled from the bed and grabbed a change of clothes. He tossed them on the end of the bed before looking at Macy and grinning. She was still lying there with the sheet over her head.

He shook his jeans out and stepped into them before pulling them up. When he grabbed the waistband to snap them, he looked into the mirror mounted on Macy's wall. She was watching him, the sheet pulled down just enough to show him those big blue eyes of hers. He bit back a smile and continued dressing, ignoring her best he could. When he sat down on the bed to pull on his socks, he said, “Okay, you can look now. I'm dressed."

She lowered the sheet, her cheeks once again stained pink. “This is really awkward."

"Only if you think so,” he said, grabbing his shoes. He slipped them on before bracing his hands on his knees and looking over at her. “We can either pretend it didn't happen and move on or know it did and ignore it. Which ever you prefer."

She shrugged her shoulder and looked at him.

"All right then.” He grinned and stood. “I'm going to go on down. Hurry and dress. I don't want to be left alone with your mom too long. Hard to tell what she'll say now that I know she's had a good look at my package.” He winked at her, watching her roll her eyes before walking to the door and leaving.

Macy willed herself not to blush as she entered the dining room. Everyone was there, already eating. She crossed the room, taking her seat beside of Sean and smiled at him when he poured her juice and winked at her. She filled her plate, spearing a fried potato with her fork when Derek said her name.

"Macy, did no one ever tell you how thin these walls are in the house?"

She scrunched her brows, not sure what he was talking about. Her mother said, “Derek!” before the others laughed.

"There's certain things in life a man never wants to know,” Derek said. “And knowing my baby sister is having sex in the room beside me is one of them. You should have waited until your wedding night."

"She's lived with the man for two years,” Pam said. “It's a little late for that."

Macy stared at them, watching the grins as the others snickered and made crude comments. She glanced at Sean and noticed, for once, his face was red. Letting her gaze land on every person at the table, they were all smiling, except her daddy. His face was just as red as Sean's was.

"Oh my God,” she whined before dropping her fork and staring at her plate. Her family heard them last night? Having sex? How loud were they?

"Don't worry, Sis,” Matt said. “No one knows but us."

She looked back up at him and shook her head. A dozen people knew and that was twelve too many! Being embarrassed in front of Sean seemed ridiculous now. That had been a piece of cake compared to this.

"Stop teasing your sister,” Rose said. “Or you boys will be on dishes duty for the rest of the week."

The guys snickered and continued eating, ignoring her. Macy's breakfast didn't look nearly as appetizing now. She looked at her mother, watching the woman wink at her before glancing at Sean. “This can't be happening,” she whispered.

Sean moved his hand, resting it on her thigh under the table. He squeezed lightly until she looked up at him. That one look told her everything would be fine. Her family was just teasing her and she knew he was right. It's what the boys did. She smiled back at Sean and nodded her head before turning back to her food. They were nearly finished eating when her mother gasped and stood up quickly. Her eyes were wide and she was smiling at Grandma Avery. When she turned that happy gaze on her, dread settled in the pit of Macy's stomach. Whatever her mother just thought of, wasn't good. She could feel it.