Landon
We spent the day taking the kids around the property. I had an epic snowball fight with them all and got roundly trounced by the love of my life.
She’s a warrior with a snowball, let me tell you!
I showed the kids the new trees that we planted and explained why we do it. Not just for money. But also for future generations of kids who grow up on this mountain to celebrate the holidays.
For families to continue their traditions. For new loves and new lives and for all the things that future brings. Heartache and happiness. Love and loss.
All boiled down to the magic of the holidays.
“And ma in her kerchief…”. Kinsey smiles gently as she reads The Night Before Christmas to them. Both of them wide-eyed, even though Will acts like he doesn’t give a damn. He’s five years older than his sister and even though she knows about Santa she’s still inclined to believe in magic.
To want to believe in something more than what we are on this big, spinning rock.
Both of the kids settle down and close their eyes and we close the door behind us.
Kinsey leans into me and wraps her arms around me. She breathes in like she’s huffing me and I laugh.
“What are you doing?”
“I like how you smell.”
“How do I smell?” I laugh.
“Like pine and man and home.”
I tug her closer and she curls into me, her head on my chest. “Landon?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I’ve waited for you long enough. Will you make love to me?”
“I would love to do that. If you’re sure?”
“I’m so sure.”
I follow her down the hall to her room and she opens the door, leading me into her old room. Neither one of us wanted to move into Karter’s room yet.
Maybe never. Maybe we’ll renovate this upstairs. Lord knows, since I worked at Wildwood, I can do a few things myself.
She leads me to the bed and then sits down on the edge, tugging at my belt.
Lifting her chin, I lean down and press my lips to hers. She’s soft and sweet and she moans into my mouth. My whole body fires up like a rocket setting off for space. My dick is so hard that it’s pressed up against the teeth of my jeans.
Her teeth nip at my bottom lip and I groan. “You’re killing me, babe.”
“In the best way?”
“In the very best way.”
“Then let’s go all the way.”
He laughs. “You’re a very naughty girl. Santa might have to spank you.”
“I might like that,” I giggle.
“I might like that too.”
