I lean back and let go. Watch her as I fuck her hard and fast. The couch almost tips over, colliding with the tree, ornaments tinkling together as I finally fall over the edge.
A roar escapes me as I collapse atop her, wave after wave of hot release pumping out of me and into the only place it belongs.
Inside the woman who saved me. From myself.
“I love you so goddamn much,” I groan, finding her lips.
“I love you too,” she whimpers. Then she laughs with delight. “Are you serious?”
My manhood has started to grow hard again. Already. Even after a mind-blowing release, being this close to her, smelling her, feeling her, makes me savage.
“What position does the Beast want for Christmas, hmm?”
I slip out, my cock solid, slick with her juices and mine combined. I grab her hips and bend her over.
Staring down at her round, voluptuous ass.
I have to admit…
I’m starting to love the holidays.
EPILOGUE
CELINE
Seven Years Later
Ilook up from my snowman, almost done, at Julian and Damian as they hide behind a mound of snow, waiting for their chance to strike. Tommy–named after my father–and Lila creep along the path, snowballs in their hands.
Tommy raises his eyebrow at me, and I giggle, then point to where Damian and Julian are hiding. Tommy nudges his little sister, and she leans against him. They whisper amongst each other, which makes the air fog with their breath: planning their attack.
I add the finishing touches to my snowman as I wait for the show to begin.
We first stayed out here almost ten years ago, when I didn’t know if my husband and my brother were going to return… and, if they did, if Julian would ever give us his blessing.
Since then, life has been one glowing adventure.
Tommy and Lila, Damian leaving the mob and starting a protection business, with me climbing up the ladder of the nursing world.
I never could’ve dreamed this. Now, I can’t think of life any other way.
Damian stands, snowball in hand, my tall, handsome man with a thick silver beard, his hair longer than it used to be. He’s still wide and tall and so powerful he makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
And he still brings the Beast out at night, when we’re alone, making me shiver all over like every time is our first.
Damian tilts his head in confusion. Julian follows.
I laugh as Tommy and Lila leap out from their hiding places behind the tree, showering their dad and uncle with snowballs. Damian chuckles, shaking his head, snow fluttering all around him.
The kids run over to them. Damian scoops up Tommy, and Julian scoops up Lila.
“Mommy, we did it,” Tommy says, laughing.
I wink, heart filled with joy, sparkling like the star at the top of a tree. “I’m proud of you.”
Damian winks at me. “Something tells me you tipped them off, beautiful.”
I giggle. “Guilty as charged.”
