Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
He pushes inside of me again, fucking me hard and fast, holding onto me like he’ll never let go before his beautiful face contorts with pleasure and he sprays his hot cum deep inside of me with a deep growl. Then, he pulls me down onto the floor beside him, our clothes providing a barrier from the cool surface underneath us as I come down from yet another orgasm.
“Watching you cum is the sexiest thing I've ever seen…Kandi.”
“Mmm...” My voice sounds sleepy as I snuggle into his side. “Glad to be of service.”
“Did I just give you an orgasm-induced nap?” He laughs, trailing his fingers along my naked skin. “I was thinking of getting some ice cream and eating it off you.”
My sleepy grin widens. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving for you, my love...” He pulls me closer. “Consider me a man starved.”
“You have a way of burrowing into my heart, Cole Mitchell, since the beginning.” I sigh, feeling content and safe in his arms. “You’re the grumpy mountain man I couldn’t help but fall head over heels for.”
“I guess that’s my talent: unlocking your heart.” He snuggles me even closer. I love him so much it scares me, but the thought of being without him scares me even more. We belong together, finally and completely.
I don’t want this night to end.
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, his arms wrapping around me as we catch our breath, our heartbeats slowing but still in sync. I rest my head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of him, and I smile, feeling a sense of peace settle over me.
“So,” he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet. “I think we just started our own Christmas tradition.”
I laugh, tilting my head up to meet his gaze, my fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “Sex in Santa’s workshop, I think I’m okay with that.”
He grins, brushing a kiss over my forehead, his arms tightening around me. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me now, Ivy. Naughty List and all.”
I arch an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Are you saying I can expect more naughty behavior in the future?”
“Oh, you can count on it,” he says, his voice dark and playful, his fingers tracing a line down my spine, sending a delicious shiver through me. “And I plan on giving you plenty of reasons to put me on that list every year.”
I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him close for another kiss, savoring the warmth, the strength of him, the sense of belonging that fills me. This is where I want to be, with him, building something real, something solid, something that’s ours.
Outside, the snow continues to fall, blanketing Copper Mountain in silence, but inside, there’s only warmth, laughter, and the quiet certainty that we’ve found something worth keeping, worth fighting for. And as I look up at him, seeing the way he’s watching me, his gaze soft and unguarded, I know that this is only the beginning.
We stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, lost in the magic of the moment. And as we start talking, planning, dreaming, I feel a thrill of excitement, knowing that this Christmas is only the start of all the ones to come. Because with Cole by my side, I know I’ve finally found my home on Copper Mountain.
Epilogue
Cole
The lights from Copper Mountain’s New Year’s Eve celebration glow against the fresh snow, casting a warm golden hue over the town square. I walk hand in hand with Ivy, her laugh ringing out as she pulls me toward the ice rink set up in the center of town. She’s dressed in that Mrs. Claus costume she insisted on wearing, complete with a fur-trimmed red skirt and black boots that look damn good on her. I can’t help but grin, shaking my head at the way she’s pulled me into all this holiday cheer. And hell if I don’t love every second of it.
She nudges me, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that look for?”
“Just trying to decide if you’re on the Naughty or Nice list this year,” I tease, adjusting the Santa hat she plopped onto my head about an hour ago. “Because from where I’m standing, it’s looking a lot more like the former.”
She smirks, tugging me toward the rink. “I’m sure I could say the same about you.”
We step onto the ice, laughter echoing around us from families and kids racing in circles. Ivy clings to my hand, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright as she glides beside me. For someone so light on her feet, she’s not exactly steady on the ice, and every now and then, she stumbles, sending a shiver of heat up my spine every time I catch her.
“You know, if you’re going to hang onto me like this,” I murmur, pulling her close, “you might just end up on the Naughty list.”