Page 24 of Wrapped Up with the Mountain Man

"Jesus," I breathe, pulling her up for a kiss. "You're incredible."

"Give me thirty seconds and I'll show you how incredible."

It doesn't take thirty seconds. Seeing her beneath me, flushed and satisfied and completely mine, has me hard again almost immediately. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness, both of us groaning at the contact.

"Please," she breathes, her legs wrapping around my waist, trying to pull me deeper. "I need you inside me. I need to feel your cock filling me up."

I push forward slowly, watching her face as I fill her. Even after years together, this moment always steals my breath. She's incredibly tight, so warm around me.

"God, you feel perfect," I tell her, settling deep inside her. I start slow, pulling almost out before sliding back in. Each thrust makes her gasp, her nails finding my shoulders.

"Harder," she demands, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. "I want to feel you tomorrow. I want to remember exactly how good your cock feels inside me."

I pick up the pace, our bodies moving together with increasing urgency. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I lean down to capture one nipple, making her cry out.

"Yes," she moans, her back arching off the rug. "Just like that. Fuck me just like that."

I reach between us, finding her swollen clit with my thumb and circling it in time with my thrusts. The added stimulation has her climbing fast, her breathing becoming ragged.

"You're going to come for me again," I tell her, angling my hips to hit that spot deep inside that makes her gush. "I can feel your pussy getting tighter around my cock. Come for me, Dove."

"So close," she pants, her whole body trembling beneath me. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I don't stop. I drive into her relentlessly, my thumb working her clit while I thrust into her willing body. When she finally comes, it's with a cry that she barely manages to muffle, her pussy clenching around my cock.

The feeling of her coming around me pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep and let go, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my release.

We collapse together, both breathing hard, her head on my chest. The fire crackles, and somewhere in the distance I can hear faint Christmas music from the lodge.

But here in our cabin, everything is perfect.

"Best Christmas Eve yet," Dove murmurs.

"They keep getting better."

"Even when we're outnumbered by children?"

"Especially then."

She laughs against my chest. "I love our life, Tannon. Our family. Danny will grow up knowing he's completely loved."

"Both our children will," I correct, my hand on her belly. "They'll never doubt they're wanted."

We watch the fire burn down until Dove shivers.

"Come on," I say, helping her up. "Let's get you warm."

"I know a good way to warm up," she says with a smile that makes my cock twitch again.

"You're going to kill me."

"Worth it," she says, laughing as I chase her toward our bedroom.

Later, much later, we lie tangled together, her back against my chest. Outside, snow continues falling on our mountain.

"Merry Christmas, Mountain Man," she whispers.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. McKenzie."

In the next room, our son sleeps peacefully, dreaming of Santa and presents. In a few months, we'll have a daughter to add to our beautiful chaos.

Five years ago, I thought my story was over. Then a reckless, beautiful nanny crashed into my world with a Santa suit, and everything changed.

Sometimes the best gifts come in unexpected packages. Sometimes love stories start with blizzards. And sometimes, if you're very lucky, you get exactly the life you never knew you wanted.

Outside our cabin, the mountain sleeps under fresh snow. Inside, we sleep too, wrapped together, dreaming of all the Christmases still to come.