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We start off slow and gentle, just unhurried thrusts while we exchange languid kisses. I caress her clit lazily and chuckle when she whimpers from the sensation.
“What do you want?” I whisper in her ear, still thrusting rhythmically. “What should we do next?”
“Harder, Callum,” she says. “Let’swreckthis couch.”
My laugh reverberates through the quiet carriage house, and I’m pretty sure that anybody standing outside would hear me. I don’t give a shit, though—I’m just focused on making love to the beautiful woman in my arms. I sit up and grab her hips, holding her still as I thrust hard into the wet clasp of her body. She shrieks with the sudden change in sensation, and slides her hand down to toy with her clit and skate her fingers across my dick as it shuttles in and out.
“That’s so sexy,” I growl at her. “Don’t stop doing that.”
She reaches up with her free hand to brace herself against the arm of the sofa as the force from my hard thrusts skates the couch a few inches away from the wall. She giggles at the scraping noise, but I don’t even pause.
I feel the tension gathering at the base of my spine, and I know I can’t last much longer.
“Are you close?” I ask her.
“Yeah,” she nods. Her eyes close as her fingers dance across her clit. “I’m really close.”
I seize her hips, lifting her lower half off the couch completely as I thrust wildly. It doesn’t take long before she shrieks her release, and I fall over the edge right behind her. I fall on top of her with a few final, slow movements while I press a hot, hungry kiss to her lips. Her arms twine around my neck and I close my eyes and just breathe while I enjoy the fluttering clasp of her pussy, the soft press of her breasts against my hard chest and the tickle of her hair against my face.
We lay there for another minute, locked in a tight embrace, then I go clean up. I come back and grab a blanket from the back of the couch before I pull her in close and throw it around us.
Neither of us says anything for a few minutes—we just hold each other tightly as our breathing slows, watching the low fire spark in the fireplace.
“I’m enchanted by you. I think I love you,” I finally say. “I know it’s fast, but I don’t care. You’re it for me.”
She looks up at me. “I love you, too,” she says. “And it’s not fast. It’s taken me years to get here.”
“It looks like Christmas is magical.”
Epilogue
Hazel
“Oh, Hazel, I’m so glad you’re here,” Ruthie says as Callum and I walk into her big house. The annual holiday bash is tonight, and we came over to help with a few last-minute preparations before the party starts.
She looks up and sees Callum towering behind me. “And you, too, Callum.”
I look up at Callum and see him rolling his eyes as he grins. “I’m always going to play second fiddle to my wife. I get it.”
Ruthie shrugs. “At least you’ve figured it out.”
Callum and I didn’t see the point of waiting very long to get married. “I already know that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you,” he told me in mid-January, when he shocked me with an enormous diamond ring. “Why wait?”
So we were married in February, with my girlfriends, his brothers, and some other friends and family present, and then went home to my house. Our house now. It’s nothing fancy, but for the two of us, it works out just fine.
“How was your trip?” Ruthie asks as I pull a few decorations out of a box and start arranging them around the fireplace. “Where did you two run off to this time?”
“Vaccinating wild horses in Montana,” I say. I set a few trinkets on the stone mantle.
She waves her hand. “You two and your gallivanting around. I can hardly keep up.”
There were so many things I didn’t get to do during my marriage to Tom and after his death. Callum fills my life with adventure—going out into the wilderness to vaccinate mustangs, surprise weekend getaways, road trips for his clinic—there’s always something that he wants to do together, and we always have a blast. I’m becoming a pretty good horsewoman, too, and sometimes I still go out to visit Goldie. She’s sound again, and John Morelli is using her to teach me how to ride. .
“There,” I say as I finish arranging the decorations on the mantle. I stand back next to Ruthie and we survey my work. “What do you think?”
“It looks great,” Ruthie says. “Your husband is spying on us.”
I spin around and see Callum standing at the doorway, wearing a mischievous smile.
