Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“I’m going, sweetheart. Every chance I get. Not going to let you leave. Going to prove to you how much I feel for you, and love every step along the way,” I grunt with each roll of her hips. She might be setting the pace, but make no mistake, I’m the one in control. My head dips, and I lick her nipple, sucking on it until her core pulses around my dick. She stills, holding herself upright. I move from one nipple to the other. All the while, she has one hand planted on my upper thigh and the other is holding the back of my head. Keeping me where she wants me. Fuck yeah, she’s my match in every way possible, and I’m going do whatever it takes to keep her up here on my mountain. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to let her go.
“Oh god, I’m right there. Please, Clay, please.” Her hips start moving again, and she’s trying to reach that high faster now. I move away from her tits, my mouth seeking hers, tongue thrusting inside as I kiss her through the orgasm that controls her body. Her cunt clamps down on my cock, making it hard to keep going with how tight she is. Her wetness coats me, and damn if she’s not pulling the cum from my body while she gets hers.
“Fuckin’ love you, sweetheart. Don’t give a shit what others have to say. When you know, you know.”
“Thank God I’m not the only one who feels that way. I love you, Clay, so much it almost scares me, but this, what we have, is everything,” she replies into my throat, her voice doing things to my body and making me ready to fuck her while my cock stays semi-hard inside her.
I don’t reply. Instead, I hold her as she gives me more of her weight, completely boneless from coming twice. Next, she’ll need a nap, and this time, I’ll be sleeping right along with her. And when Christmas comes tomorrow morning, I’ll wake her up while sliding deep inside her, celebrating our first of many Christmas mornings to come.
Epilogue
MINNIE
TWO MONTHS LATER
“Ican’t wait till you meet my sister face to face.” She and I talk daily, video call almost daily as well. Clay will say hello, ask how Lennie is doing, and they’ll chat for a few minutes, but today, they’re officially meeting in person.
“Same, Clementine. You gonna knock on the door, or are we waiting for Lennon to magically answer it?” Clay never uses my shortened name, Minnie. He’s the same way with Lennon. I’ve yet to ask why mostly because I love the way my full name rolls off his tongue.
“Just wait. My sister is probably on the other side of the door, ear pressed against the wood and listening in.” Clay raises his eyebrows at me like I’m crazy. I put my finger to my lips, and with the other hand, I use my fingers to count from one to three. The door flings open, and standing in the doorway is none other than Lennon Sinclair.
“You’re here! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you’re here!” It took us longer to get down here than we wanted. The winters in Colorado can be quite daunting, and finagling a timeframe where Amos and his wife, Genevieve, could get away to watch our animals while Trey Johnson helped with his, it was enough to make my head spin in circles. Clay being Clay had it all figured out after a couple of phone calls. Amos and Genevieve came the day before we left, and the guys caught up on whatever it is they talk about. Genny and I slowly got to know one another. She’s quiet and reserved but as sweet as pie. She opened up some when I offered coffee and dessert. Then I rambled on about how Clay and I met, that my van was deemed a total loss, and it sucked to hear the news. The check paying it off plus some helped relieve the stress a little bit. My cell phone didn’t take long to replace either; a few clicks on the laptop, a new one arrived about a week later, and I sent my old one back. The Airbnb, on the other hand, gave zero shits. My deposit all of a sudden became non-refundable even with insurance. It sucked, but fighting it didn’t help. The money would be gone, or I’d have to show up, stay, and pay the rest of the fee. I chose to lose the money. Staying with Clay and all of the animals was all I wanted. Especially after everything he did to make our first Christmas together special.
“Come in, come in,” Lennie says, rocking me back and forth, yet she isn’t letting go.