Page 10 of The Mountain Man's Christmas Angel

“Never mind that.” I set her down gently and took her by the hand. “It’s time for me to enjoy my fiancée. In the bedroom.” I tugged at her hand and led her back inside to the very most important room in the house. Our bedroom.

As I laid her down gently on our bed, I peeled off her clothing layer by layer, exposing all of her perfect parts. Her ample breasts spilled over the cups of her bra and her black lacy thing left little to the imagination. But I didn’t need to imagine. One swipe of my finger and the fabric pushed to the side, and I was deep inside her wet folds, my dick now jealous of my fingers and their skilled movement. I dipped my head between her legs and licked, moving my tongue from top to bottom and again until she screamed and grabbed at the sheets.

On the brink of her orgasm, I dove deep inside, one thumb on her clit as I coaxed it out of her the rest of the way, again and again. Until she was nothing but putty in my hands, my own orgasm following and pulling me deep down and under, an almost seductive like trance.

We collapsed onto the bed in a heap of sweaty limbs. Yet the love ran so deep it would last forever.

EPILOGUE

Jewels

Under the twinklyChristmas lights in the backyard of our new cabin, Wyatt and I were married.

After he proposed, things shifted into high gear. Not only did we look around for a cabin, but the wedding planning took off with a mind of its own. What had started as small ideas turned into large ones with a mind of their own.

After months of planning, we were married on Christmas Eve day, keeping the Christmas holiday as our anniversary.

Wyatt’s father, Gerry, arrived, along with my parents and my older brother. We had planned on spending a week together for both the wedding festivities and the holidays. It was our first time meeting each other’s families, but everything went off smoothly, and after we were married, we celebrated with a Christmas Eve feast.

The next day on Christmas, Wyatt and I spent the morning at the shelter before we spent time with both sides of our families and caught up with people we hadn’t seen in years.

And when everyone packed up and left after the new year, leaving Wyatt and me, it felt almost too quiet. First thing I did was climb into bed, pull the covers over my head, and sleep.

I couldn’t believe a year had passed since welcoming Wyatt into my life. Now every Christmas would be special. We would celebrate the time we met, the time we got married, and how special our love was to one another.

Wyatt grew so much with his volunteering at the shelter, and now he was a prominent figure for the children there, a permanent role model. They loved him so much and some kids even began calling him the dad of the group. He blossomed right before my eyes, and I loved watching it.

We took an interest in the other’s hobbies. Wyatt tried and failed at learning how to knit and sew, and I grew impatient with the model car. So many small pieces could get lost. While neither one of us seemed to like the other hobbies, we still found common ground and spent time together.

That following January, Wyatt took me on a month’s vacation to Europe, where we explored several countries. While all the traveling and walking was exhausting, Europe was beyond beautiful, and I enjoyed every part. My most favorite part being when we went back to the hotel. How we managed to get any sleep was a miracle.

After returning home to the states, I had a bout of the stomach bug except this time it didn’t seem to go away. I’d feel better for a little while, only to feel sick again the next morning. After a couple of weeks of on and off sickness, I realized my period was late.

Very late.

Two weeks late to be exact.

Sure enough, two pink lines appeared.

We were going to start our own family.

It was finally happening.

With a man I loved from the moment I saw him.

THE END