Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“Everything?” I raise a brow.
“Yes,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Everything.” She plants her lips across mine, and I kiss her back.
The kiss grows urgent, and I can’t wait to be inside this woman. I growl as she repositions herself to where she’s straddling my lap. I’ve got many plans for tonight, but right now the need I’ve got for her is so much more. It burns through me, and I undo my pants, pulling my cock free.
“Oh, that’s what I want, Santa,” she says with a giggle.
“Please don’t call me that.” I laugh. “Talk about losing the mood.”
She’s cute as she gazes at me from under her thick lashes. “Aww, what’s wrong? You don’t like being called Santa?”
“Uh, obviously not.” I laugh again. “Why do you have some kinky Santa fetish I don’t know about?”
She shrugs. “Maybe.”
No way. I wrap my arms around her, tugging her closer to me. “No, you don’t. Because I won’t have you be one of Santa’s ho ho hoes.”
Now it’s her turn to laugh. “You don’t want me sleighing your name all night long?”
I smirk. “And I can deck your halls.”
“And I’ll sing fa-la-la-la-la all night long?”
“Oh, what a holy night it’ll be,” I laugh more.
“It definitely won’t be silent,” she says, her eyes connecting with mine.
One thing I’ve learned about Noelle in the year I’ve been dating her—she loves to be loud. Very loud. Last year we were never really able to get loud while sneaking around, but the first time we were alone together…she surprised me. “You’re working on getting on Santa’s naughty list, aren’t you?”
She smiles wider. “Or getting off.”
“I’ll get you off all right.” I pull her closer. “Santa’s definitely got a nice present for you.”
Now it’s her turn to arch a brow. “Yeah? You’re not elf-ing with me, are you?”
I kiss her, a quick, intimate kiss. “I elf-ing love you.”
She wraps her arms tighter around my neck, grinding her hips against my dick. “I elf-ing love you too, so darn much. Merry Christmas, York.”
“Marry me, Noelle?”
Her eyes widen once she realizes what I’ve just asked her. “Are you serious?”
I nod, unable to keep my eyes off her beautiful face. “Yes. I want you to be my wife. Marry me.”
A smile spreads slowly across her face as her eyes light up like the North star. “Yes, oh my god, York!”
I reach into my jeans pocket, pulling out the box I had planned on showing her later. However, I couldn’t hold the question in any longer. I had to ask her. Because I want her as my fiancée, and then my wife.
I pull out the ring from the little black box, and Noelle sheds a few tears as she watches me. “I love you, Noelle.”
“I love you,” she says as she cups my cheeks, bringing me in for another kiss before I can slip the ring on her finger. “I love you so so much.”
I slide the ring onto her finger, and it’s a perfect fit. Just like her. I discard the box, and stare at the ring sitting on her finger. It’s perfect.
She smiles before kissing me. Our lips fuse together, our tongues dancing together to their own beat. I love this woman.
Noelle.
My body hardens as I position her over my dick. She sinks down onto it, and for the next few minutes we get lost in the feeling of one another. I keep kissing her, unable to get enough of her. Our hands grapple at one another, trying our best to touch everywhere.
I love this woman.
My very own Christmas gift.
My Noelle.
“I’m coming,” she calls out, and it’s like music to my ears. She keeps riding me as I watch her get off. It really is the greatest sight ever.
A few minutes later I’m chasing after her with my own release. “Fuck, you’re mine,” I tell her. “You’re all I want this year for Christmas, and every year after that. Only you.”
As I sit here with Noelle in my arms, looking out at the rink where our story began, I know without a doubt that this is my happily ever after. It’s not about the wins on the ice, or the cheers from the stands—it’s about her. Every moment with her feels like home, like I’ve finally found the place where I belong. With Noelle, the world makes sense in a way it never did before. She’s my person, my partner, my love, and as we head into whatever the future holds, I know I’ll be right where I’m supposed to be. By her side, forever.