Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Leaning in, she takes her first lick. “Like that?” she asks, looking up at me with her submissive, trusting eyes.
“Yes, now slide it over that tongue and into that hot mouth. Suck it.” I’m so fucking hard at the mixture of innocent seduction that Holiday brings. The velvety feel of her tongue along the underside of my cock nearly undoes me, but I have to take control. Fisting those blonde curls, I pump my hips, gently fucking her face. She chokes so I ease up and pull back, but my sexy woman grumbles and pulls my thick rod back into her mouth. Fuck, she’s going to make me nut.
“No, baby.” I pull out. “This cum is for that pussy of yours. I need to put our baby in you. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Next year, I want to be holding our son or daughter around the Christmas tree. Lie back and spread them thighs so you can make me a daddy.” Holiday turns around on the bed and gets into position.
She opens her legs and presses her fingers into her slit, moaning. “Fuck, my pussy is so wet.”
“Give me those fingers.” She pulls them out and feeds them to me. “So damn good.”
I climb in between her legs and slide into her entrance. “Time to leave another gift for both of us.” My palms flatten on the mattress, framing her face, and then I lower myself to kiss my woman. “You’re mine, Holiday. Forever.” We fuck until we can’t see straight, and I fill her up with her name falling from my lips.
“Christmas is forever going to be my favorite holiday,” she says.
I kiss her lips and whisper as we both drift off, “You’ll always be mine.”
Epilogue
Holiday
I’m standing in front of our mini mansion and smiling. After the fire destroyed the front half, the water and cold had done damage to a majority of the back. Not many of my belongings were salvageable, but James had a wonderful idea. As a wedding present, he decided to expand this home and demolish my old one to make ours one massive house.
Now, it’s covered in Christmas lights artfully put on by a company that James hired out of New York. They came in and certified that all the work was safe and up to code, which made me feel reassured as I held my three-month-old son.
“How do you like it, sugarplum?” James asks, sliding up behind me with his arms wrapping around my waist.
“I love it, and I think he does too.”
“I bet you do, son, don’t you? You’re going to have lots of fun when we give you a little sibling to play with soon.”
“What?” I gasp, pretending we aren’t playing a dangerous game because I’m not on any birth control and I haven’t even tried to get on any.
“My sweet little wife, I’ve been trying to get you pregnant the second he came out.”
“Yes, but I have a bakery to run.”
“I’m home with the baby most of the day, remember?”
“Yes. You’re a wonderful dad.”
“We can use protection any time you want. I’ll get some today.”
“No. No. We tried, and I didn’t like it.”
“Well, then, you can talk to the doctor about getting you some sort of birth control for now.”
“Maybe one more baby before then.”
“Okay. Sounds wonderful to me. So how about we get out of the cold so you can show me how to bake some cookies and I read to you the little Christmas story I wrote for our baby boy Simon?”
“I’d love that.”
His latest novel hit all the bestsellers’ lists, and he’s been offered a movie contract on it. It’s going to be an amazing thriller. I’m sure this isn’t anything like that. He loves to make up silly little innocent tales to tell our son. I wonder if he’s going to turn them into children’s novels one day. James has an amazing mind, and I hope that any children we have inherit that gift.
James
An additional child turned into four more. Getting on birth control seemed to always slip our minds until it was too late and we had another baby on the way. I have all four home today.
Our oldest, Simon, is seven and enjoying the Christmas break. Nothing like hanging out with Dad while he writes his latest novel, which is due to my editor by the fifth. Thankfully, I’m almost done. With so many children and Holiday still being the queen of the town baking her heart out at Holiday’s Cookies, I’m lucky I have time, but I find my rhythm. My family gives me the peace I never had before I drove my grumpy ass into town all those years ago.
“Dad,” Colin shouts.
“Daddy,” Katie Bear squeals.
“Daddy,” Dean calls.
“What, kids?”
“Mom’s home,” they shout simultaneously as if I didn’t know. I’ve had trackers on her car, her phone, her diamond ring, and one in her purse after that shit with Jones. Her safety means everything to me. She knows all about it and doesn’t mind one bit, but I have to make sure she’s okay because she’s my reason for breathing every single day and her heart is still made of gold.