Merry fucking Christmas to me…
“When can we leave?”
I reached for my phone and lifted it from the nightstand. “I’ll call and set up a flight. It might take a few hours for them to get us on the schedule.”
“Hmm, I guess I might need to think of something to keep us occupied until then…”
While I dialed I kept my eyes on my wife as she eased down my body and disappeared under the covers. I felt her hands on my dick first, then her mouth. And fuck me, we might not make it home for Christmas because there was no way in hell I could complete this call with my dick down her throat.
EPILOGUE
Cia.
Christmas Day
I glanced over my shoulder at Nex who was sitting centered on the sofa looking deliciously tempting in a pair of bright green Grinch inspired holiday lounge pants that matched the button up shirt I was in. Before leaving Vegas, he paid an ungodly amount of money to the concierges for them to do a last minute scavenger shop for an artificial tree, whatever ornaments they could find, and holiday pajamas.
They did a fairly decent job collecting everything I asked for, which we then loaded into the SUV that carried us to the airport. All of our holiday goodies were loaded on a private plane that took us back to Diamond Falls.
Currently, I was in the process of decorating that tree. It was just after lunch on Christmas Day and even though the moment would be temporary, I insisted on experiencing my first Christmas with Nex. A real Christmas with a tree and everything. He didn’t care about any of this stuff, but he cared about making me happy. So while I blasted Christmas music,drank hot chocolate, and pranced around the flimsy, six-foot, plastic tree, he kept me company.
“Are you seriously not going to help me?”
“No, this is your thing.”
“But I’myourthing. Doesn’t that count for something?” I arched a brow and turned my back to him to hang a plastic snowman with a broken nose. The miniature carrot had snapped in half and was nowhere to be found but I still hung it because I was working with limited stock. The ornaments were cheap, plastic, and ugly, but they were absolutely perfect.
“Do you want my help or would you prefer to complain about not having my help so I have to make it up to you later?” The low rumble of his voice danced across my skin and I smiled, glancing over my shoulder again.
“I choose option C.”
“Which is?”
“Both. I want your help and I’ll still complain about you not helping…properly;and then you can make it up to me later.”
He chuckled and his hand moved to adjust his dick. “C isn’t an option. So I’ll stay put and assume you’re going with B.” He winked and it landed right between my thighs and danced on my clit.
“Fine, but just so we’re clear, you’re still making up for what happened in Vegas and for not being honest with me.”
If Nex had fessed up about Merrick not truly wanting me to marry Warren, I would have never proposed marriage.
And…
I wouldn’t be married to him, which twisted my stomach in knots every time I thought about it. He didn’t need to know I was perfectly content with how things happened because I was enjoying milking his guilt. However, I truly believed it wasn’t guilt driving my husband to grant my every wish. It was simplyhis desire to make me happy. Yet another reason I wouldn’t change a thing about how we’d ended up here.
“I’ll take my chances with adding onto that list.”
When I turned to face him, his eyes were glued to my lower half. I felt the heat of his stare on my bare legs and a pull to be close, so I crossed the room and stepped between his widespread legs, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed my ring.
My beautiful, three-carat, diamond solitaire that was added to the list of Christmas items he paid for while we were in Vegas. Only he sent for a jeweler to bring a selection to our room for me to choose from. He ended up picking because I couldn’t decide. Of course I fell in love with the one he selected, mostly because he chose it.
The ring could have been out of a gumball machine and I would have loved it.
“Mmm,” I hummed. “Remember you said that.”
Nex grinned and lifted his phone, frowning at the screen when he realized it was my brother. They had been on multiple calls in the hours since we’d left that rundown restaurant where I witnessed my husband doing what paid the bills. Their egos were constantly clashing but they always worked it out thanks to the common denominator they shared…Me.
“I need to take this,” he mumbled while standing. He dropped a kiss to my lips and left the room. I was about to go back to decorating but someone rang the doorbell which had me swinging my head in the direction Nex had just gone. He resurfaced with the phone to his ear but motioned for me to answer. I hesitated, crossed the room, twisted the bolt lock, and slowly pulled the door open, frowning at the person on the other side.
