Page 94 of The Mistletoe Mix-up

Sam stared at her, processing what she’d just explained to him. A lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed, trying to speak. “So, you want two hearts, one with the date we met nineteen years ago and the other with the date we reconnected?”

“Yes. Maybe you have something I could look at? I’m not quite sure how I want the hearts.”

Sam pulled her in close and kissed her, cutting off her words, his fingers sliding into her hair, keeping her immobile as he poured all his love from his mouth to hers.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting, although Wren released a breathless laugh. “Wow. I never knew you’d get so excited over giving someone a tattoo.”

“It’s not about the tattoo,” he said firmly, brushing back her hair. “Are you sure about you and me? I know you said that you didn’t want anything except a child, no complications, no relationships, and I don’t want you to regret this.”

“The only thing I regret is that I didn’t figure out what I really wanted before all of this started.” Wren brought his hand up to her mouth and kissed his palm. “I’ve done a lot of soul-searching the last few weeks, and I realized it wasn’t that I didn’t want a relationship, it was that I didn’t want one with anyone but you. It just took me a little longer to figure it out.” Wren held Sam’s hand to her cheek, gazing up at him as she continued, “You have always had my back. You have stepped up when I needed you, and even after all this time and all the drama in the past, you were still the guy for me. That is why if I’m gonna put anything on my body, it’s gonna be about you. We are going to make an amazing life together because I love you.”

Sam’s stomach bottomed out for a split second before elation overcame him and he cradled her face in his hands. “I love you, too.” Sam’s vision blurred as he bent down and kissed her again, soft and slow, as happy tears trailed down his cheeks. “I love you.”

Sam’s fingers reached around the back of her dress, finding the zipper and bringing it down slowly while Wren discarded his bowtie, tossing it across the room. Her dress slid down her body, catching on her hips before pooling at her feet. There was no hurry as she removed his shirt this time, their motions slow and loving. Memorizing this moment, this core memory etched in their minds forever.

When the final article of clothing hit the floor, Sam sat back in the tattoo chair, and Wren climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. He kissed her gently, his lips cascading kisses along the column of her throat. When Sam reached the rise and fall of her breasts, he kissed both the hard peaks of her nipples as she lifted herself up above him, rubbing her already soaking wet pussy against the tip of his cock. Sam lifted his hips, answering her need with his own, his cock slipping into her. Wren held his shoulders and sank farther down his length, their eyes meeting with unwavering contact as he slid to the hilt inside her. Wren’s head leaned back, a moan escaping her.

They barely moved together, rocking against each other. Wren wrapped her arms around his shoulders so that the front of their bodies pressed together, skin to skin. Sam had never felt closer to another human being in his life, and grasping her hips to bring them even more fully together, he felt her muscles clench around him. Her body shook, and her head fell back as she let out a cry of release.

Sam continued to grip her hips, moving her over him, picking up speed until his balls clenched in his body. He was so close, and as he held her against him, furiously pumping into her, the force of it shook him. He moaned her name over and over, jerking, and thrusting inside until he was spent. He collapsed back onto the chair, eyes closed and his hands no longer gripping her hips, but stroking them lovingly. When Sam felt her soft lips feathering kisses over his neck and jawline, he opened his eyes and gazed at her with all the love in his heart.

“That was wonderful,” she whispered, running a hand over his chest and pushing herself to a sitting position, grinning down at him. “Now about my tattoo.”

Sam chuckled. “Give me about fifteen minutes to recover, and I’ll get you started.”

She giggled, pressing a kiss on his mouth, and said, “I’m only teasing. We don’t have to do it today. We’ve got the rest of our lives.”

Sam loved the sound of that.

Chapter Twenty-nine

Wren got up early the next morning while Sam was still sleeping and drove up to her dad’s place. She’d spent most of last night after Sam fell asleep thinking about the future. What would it look like now that they were in love?

Wren made a left onto her dad’s driveway. There was a good bit of snow now on either side of the road, although his gravel driveway was mostly plowed. Her Rogue managed to push through until she reached the front of his house, spotting the smoke escaping the chimney.

Even if she hadn’t seen the smoke, Wren would have known he was awake. Robert Little had woken up at six in the morning every day of his adult life, even on his days off.

Wren got out of the car and headed up the steps to knock on the front door. Her dad opened it with a cup of coffee in one hand and a confused look on his face.

“Wren, what are you doing here? I thought I wasn’t going to see you until later on today.”

“You are, but I was hoping you had something for me,” Wren said.

“What would that be?” he asked.

“The letter from Sam,” she said gravely, watching his face flush at the reminder of the contention between them. “Did you keep it?”

Her dad stepped back, making room for her to pass by. He nodded slowly. “I have it. Come on in.”

She followed him inside, stopping to sit down on his couch.

“Do you want some coffee?” he asked.

“No, thank you,” she said, clasping her hands in her lap. “I’m going to make some for Sam and me when I get home.”

“Alright, let me go grab it then.” He disappeared into his study, leaving her alone for several moments. When he came back with a box that she recognized, her heart thumped in her chest. It was the box she’d thrown away that had all her pictures of Sam in it. Not just pictures, but keepsakes, like every movie ticket stub. The flower from her prom corsage was in there. So many memories she’d tossed aside in a fit of anger.

“How did you get this? I threw this away when you weren’t home.”