Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I tell him. Of course, I have a job that I just can’t quit, but all that can be worked out. “So what I want is you inside me. Right now.”
He shakes his head. “Cassie…”
“No, that’s what I want. I’m fine, and after all the emotions I’ve felt this morning, I need you, please.”
He walks toward me with big heavy footsteps. The look in his eyes has my stomach doing somersaults. When I kick off the last piece of clothing, I turn around and bend over the couch. “I’m ready.”
His hands slide across my ass. He kicks my legs apart and doesn’t waste any time pulling his cock out of his pants. He slides into me, and a long, low groan leaves me. He fills me up, his hands on my waist as he moves in and out of me. “Yes,” I moan.
He leans over me, turning my face to the side. “You’re mine, baby. From here on out, you’re mine.”
“Yess…” I moan as he kisses me.
And he releases my lips as he pounds into me, saying over and over, “Mine, mine, mine.”
Later, wrapped in his arms on the couch, with the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree lighting the room, Gavin whispers into my ear, “Merry Christmas.”
I roll in his arms. “Merry Christmas. I hope it was a good one.”
He nuzzles my neck. “The very best.”
Epilogue
Cassie
Two Months Later
“Are you sure about this, Cassie?” my sister Alison asks me.
“I’m sure.” I laugh. “Plus, it’s getting a little crowded around here.”
“Crowded? Yeah, well your boyfriend couldn’t go two months without you while you worked out a notice at the school, and he’s been shacking up here. He’s a six foot three, two hundred and seventy pound ex military man. Yeah, it’s been a little crowded.”
I turn and flash my grin at her. “I was talking about the fact that Ben is still here from Christmas and doesn’t seem to have any plans to leave.”
She blushes prettily and shakes her head, changing the subject. “But are you sure about moving to Mistletoe? I mean, really?”
Without any doubt whatsoever, I assure her, “Yes. Wherever Gavin’s at is where I want to be.”
Alison pulls me into her for a hug. I know I’m going to miss her, but we’ve both promised to keep in touch.
“You about ready?” Gavin peeks his head into the bedroom.
I walk over and wiggle my eyebrows at him. “Always.”
He gives me a quick pat on the ass. “Don’t play, Cass. You know I’ll take you right now and not care who’s watching.”
I smirk at him but take a step back. He’s right, and he’s proven it over and over. His desire for me is somewhat uncontrollable.
I follow behind him with Alison behind us. “Well, I think I got everything.” I look around the living room again to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind.
“Just one more thing,” Gavin says, and when I turn to him, I gasp. He’s down on one knee, his hands held out to me with a tiny box held up between the two of us. “Gavin!” I say, shocked.
“Cassie Coleman, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you please do me the honor of being my wife?”
“Yes! Yes!” I scream, tackling him to the floor. He falls backwards, and my lips land on his. We roll across the floor, and I hear my sister mutter, “We’ll be outside.”
I raise up and look at Gavin. “Are you sure?”
He doesn’t even blink. “Am I sure that I want to be married to you? To go to bed each night with you and wake up with you in the morning? Am I sure that I want to have kids with you and grow old with you? Abso–fuckin–lutely.”
My forehead falls to his as he puts the ring on my finger. I kiss his lips. “I love you, Gavin.”
He just smiles and holds me tight. “I love you too, sweet Cassie.”
Epilogue 2
Dawson
Six Years Later
I'm sitting in the audience watching our twins sing Christmas carols. In between seeing which one can sing the loudest, they are waving at me.
I laugh at their antics along with everyone else watching. I take in the Christmas decorations, lights, and fake snow knowing that Cassie had a lot to do with this. Everything is perfect; Cassie takes her Christmas decorating very seriously.
As someone that never celebrated Christmas growing up, she has definitely opened my eyes to the magic of the season.
My foster brother and his family all came to watch the performance, and we're going to dinner afterwards. My brother slaps me on the shoulder and points at my oldest son. He’s older by only by a few minutes, but he never lets us forget it. "Like father, like son." My son is making faces now, and the more people laugh, the more he acts up.