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)
I drop her thigh from my waist and run both of my fingers through her damp hair. I pull her mouth to mine and caress her with my lips, our tongues tangling together, dancing and caressing, smoothing and tasting.
"I love you, Cole…” She cuts me off with another desperate kiss before pulling away and finishing, her lips dusting against mine. "Forever and ever."
I nuzzle my head into her neck, feeling her palms run soothingly over my back, her nails leaving faint marks on my skin. In every single moment, this woman never fails to amaze me.
We snuggle up together, our limbs tangled in a messy heap as our heartbeats gradually return to a steady rhythm.
"Mmm," I murmur contently, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her closer to me. My tongue darts out to taste the sweet, sweat-slicked skin along her neck. “I want you to wake up every morning with my tongue on your body.”
Life has completely turned around in the past few hours. She’s mine, officially. She said yes and it’s finally settling in that soon, we’ll be married and hopefully starting a family.
“You make me so damn happy, Ivy. It’s not every day your dream girl walks into your life." I kiss her knuckles tenderly, paying extra attention to the ring that sparkles on her finger. I’m unable to keep my hands off her for even a moment.
Her smile widens at how genuinely happy and content I am with her by my side. “Bet you never thought you’d marry Kandi Kane the Christmas elf.”
“You smartass,” I smack her on the bare flesh of her bottom.
“You love my smart ass.” She wiggles against me.
“It’s a beautiful one,” I agree, smoothing my palm across her round ass cheek and dusting my fingers along the sensitive flesh between her legs.
“Stop,” she moans.
“That stop sounds more like a go.” I drag my fingers through the wetness, pleased to find she wants me again.
“Mmm…” She traces her fingertips up the searing hot flesh of my quickly stiffening erection, making it jump and leak uncontrollably. I catch her by the wrist.
“Not fair play. Right now is about you.”
“Let me finish, it’s not every day I get the chance to steal Santa’s cum twice in a row,” she coos, hand back at my cock.
I laugh out loud at that. “God, look at your greedy little hands begging for my cock. I’ll let you finish only if you promise to let me finish after.” I tug at her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. “Horny like a teenager for me, huh, Ivy?”
“You’re the horny teenager.” Both of her hands are wrapped around my cock now, pulling gently. “You're so hard again. What did you do before me? A Christmas elf blowup doll under the bed?” she teases.
“No need for blowup dolls, baby.” I grin. “I've been this hard for you since the last time your hands were on me.” My cock jumps and leaks a bead of more pre-cum. “There's no taming me when it comes to you.”
She strokes my shaft, looking all gorgeous and attentive to my dick in the prettiest way, but I can't stand watching her please me without having something to do to her. I haul her to my waist, catching her in a long and slow kiss. My hands roam her skin tenderly, my cock darting just at her entrance before she angles her hips, slipping me just inside her until she is riding me easily, our moans echoing off the walls of my room—our room now.
“I want to put my babies in you–soon.” I pull her chin to me and kiss her soft lips.
“Babies, huh?” She giggles, and my heart lifts a little more. If I can keep her smiling and happy, I will forever count my blessings.
“As many as you want.” I nod and kiss her lips one last time. “And I plan on practicing. A lot.” I smack her bare ass, and she shrieks before I haul her over in my bed and ravage her with my tongue all over again. “I have a pressing need to see you cumming on my tongue again, Mrs. Claus.”
She laughs. “I can't wait.”
Second Epilogue
Ivy–one year later
The scent of pine and cinnamon fills the air, and the Christmas lights strung up across Copper Mountain’s square seem brighter this year. Everything feels fuller, warmer, like the entire town is lit with a new kind of magic. I stand in the middle of it all, holding our daughter in my arms, bundled in her little red coat with a white fur-trimmed hood, looking for all the world like Santa Claus in miniature.
Holly stirs in my arms, her tiny pink face wrinkling as she yawns, one chubby hand reaching out, curling around my finger, making my heart melt all over again. She’s got Cole’s serious look already, which makes me laugh because she’s also got my stubborn streak; that’s clear anytime she doesn’t get what she wants. The Steele brothers joke she’ll be as fierce as the rest of the people on this mountain, but right now, I’m just savoring her softness, her tiny warmth pressed to me.