by Dani Wyatt
Her mother huffs, looking defeated but defiant. “I’ve got plans.” She snaps and Holly shrugs.
“Your choice.”
“Well.” I start. “We planned on spending this evening at your house.” I nod toward Martin. “Holly and I have some shopping to do, so if the invitation is still open we’ll meet you there as we planned around seven. Sound good?”
I look at my friend, whose face is tight, but he nods. “Seven it is. This is going to take some time, you know.” He adds and I nod.
“I know it will. But you’ll see, it’s the real deal, man. I’m sorry, if I were in your shoes, I’d want to kill me too, I get it. But just trust me. I’ll treat her right. Nothing and no one will ever hurt her.”
“Good. Because if you ever hurt her, I’m coming for you.” Martin jabs a finger toward me.
“I’d expect nothing less.”
“Okay you two.” Holly interjects. “That’s enough. Everyone take a deep breath, we’ll go shopping, we’ll see you later.” She looks at her dad, then at her mom who is looking at her manicure. “Mom, we will stop by in the morning for Christmas breakfast if we are welcome. If not, that’s your choice.”
Her mom rolls her eyes and spits the words at Holly. “I’m not cooking.”
I deal with that, looking around the house with a practically bare Christmas tree shoved in a corner and no other decorations anywhere. The place is a mess and smells like a bar.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. Christmas morning is at my house. I’ll cook breakfast. Holly will be staying with me from now on, so it’s going to be our house.” I take her hand and pull her to the frond door, ready to be done with this for now. “I hope we’ll see you there. Ten AM.”
With that, I pull her out the door and down the steps to the car. Inside, I look over and see her staring at me.
“Well.” She says, that crooked smile curving her luscious lips upward.
“Well.” I repeat. “That went well. I’m proud as hell of you.”
She giggles and reaches over and touches my face. “I have one request.”
“What’s that?”
“When we’re out today, you need to buy yourself a Santa suit.”
“Oh yeah?”
Her cheeks turn bright red. “I didn’t think I was a kinky girl, but I gotta say, I think I’ve got a Santa kink because all I can think about is having you slip into the bedroom tonight and fuck me like the naughty girl I am.”
I take her hand from my cheek and kiss the palm. “Get those sugarplums ready, baby, Santa’s got a brand new bag.”
Twelve
Holly
THE SNOW IS PILING up on all the tree branches outside the bedroom window as I lay back against Cole’s chest, still panting.
“Wow.” I manage as Cole’s heartbeat pulses against my back, his hands wrapped around me, one on my breast the other on my belly. He’s still wearing the Santa’s coat, open down the front, and is naked from the waist down.
“I think I fucked an elf into you that time, Candy Cane.” He kisses the side of my head as I extend my arm, looking at the massive diamond ring he slipped on my finger about an hour ago.
“I think so too.” His cum is slick between my legs as the warmth of the day and evening dance around in my memory. “It was the best Christmas ever.”
“The first of a lifetime.” He answers. “I want to get married right away. I want you to be my wife.”
I nod. “I only want a small ceremony. Nothing too over the top. Just us, Mom, Dad...if they want to come.”
“I’m sure they will, baby. We had a good morning with your mom and your dad. Last night at his place was a little tense at first, but once he saw us together, I think he started to accept it all. You inviting him over today for breakfast was great as well. I know your mom only stayed an hour, but sometimes things aren’t ideal with parents. We will do what we can to keep things polite and the rest is up to her.”
“I know. I’m fine with it all to be honest. Time will work it all out. What I want to know is, when the heck did you have time to go shopping for an engagement ring? We were together since the party.”
He’s silent for a moment and I turn my head to see him raise an eyebrow and give me that crooked smile.
“Remember when I told you it made me feel better buying things for you?” He sniffs. “I’ve had that ring for a year. Since last Christmas, actually. Wasn’t sure when, but I think deep down I knew someday it would be on your finger. I couldn’t imagine life without you, so I just started preparing.”
His fingers twirl on my nipple, making me sigh as the smile I’ve been wearing since this morning is making my cheeks ache.
“All these years.” I fiddle with the round gold band, watching the princess cut diamond sparkle in the low candlelight of the bedroom. “We were both thinking about the other one. It all seems so far away now, like we’ve always been this. Now. Together. Isn’t that strange?”
“I’ll take strange if this is what strange is, baby. All I know, is I get to wake up next to you every Christmas morning for the rest of my life, so you will never need to get me another gift. I have everything I could ever want, and then some.”
“Me too, Daddy. And you know what else?”
“What?”
“You were my first noel.” I chuckle, wiggling myself back onto his cock, hard again already, making my tummy flutter.
“Your first and your last, Candy Cane. Your first and last. I love you, baby. Always and forever.”
Thirteen
Holly
EPILOGUE ONE
Six months later...
“Happy six-month anniversary, baby.” Cole holds out a little box with one hand, his other hand rubbing my belly through the thin fabric of my maternity dress.
“I didn’t get you anything, you big dummy.”
“You’re slacking, Candy Cane.”
I reach over and smack his shoulder. “That’s not what you said this morning when your cock was three inches down my throat.”
He leans back in the chair as we sit around the new pool in the back yard of the house, the early summer sun just drifting lower in the sky, casting a beautiful mixture of violet and orange.
“True, but I don’t care if you got me anything anyway. Every day I wake up next to you is a gift. So just open it.”
I flip open the lid on the tiny wooden box and gasp when I see the tag, my heart practically leaping from my chest.
“Really?” I throw my arms around his neck. “Where? Is it here?”
“No, baby. Tomorrow we’re going to the rescue and you can pick out any puppy you want. Two, if you can’t choose just one.”
There’s a dog tag in the box, left blank, but I’ve been begging for a puppy for months. I want to get one now so when the baby comes it will be already close to house trained and it can grow up with our son or daughter.
“Thank you, Daddy!” I’m up out of my chair and straddling him in an instant, sitting on his lap and kissing every part of his handsome face.
Since spring, Cole’s been putting in a metal fence around the entire ten acres of property in preparation for the baby, but now I know it was in preparation for this as well.
Since we’ve been together, he’s wanted to know anything and everything about me, including all the things I’ve wanted in my life but never had.
One was a pool. I always envied all the kids who had a backyard pool. I feel so good in the water and Cole’s had the most beautiful lagoon style pool installed, with all the safety and security measures in place to keep our little one safe.
Now, it’s the puppy. Or puppies...we will see. Henry was allergic to any sort of animals growing up, so combine that with my mother’s sort of base lazy nature and dogs—or any animal, for that matter—were a no go, no matter how much I begged.
I’ve taken to volunteering at the local shelters. Taking beautiful, artistic pictures of the animals up for adoption and posting them on a blog I started, as well as on t
heir own sites, and the adoption rates for the pets photographed by me is up fifty percent.
“You’re welcome, princess. Now, you know how you’re going to thank me?”
I see the unmistakable look in his eye, and he’s already feeling me up as the length of his cock grows under the fabric of his jeans. He’s shirtless and I’m naked under the dress, after we took a quick swim a little while ago. Heat swirls inside of me as he grabs my wrists and pins my hands behind my back.
“I’m going to be balls deep in that pussy in about thirty seconds, baby. I don’t know how you do it, but every day you are sexier and sexier and I can’t fucking control myself.”
Cole picks me up, and I cling to the front of him as he takes me over to one of the double-wide chaise lounges, laying me down and shoving my legs apart before dropping his jeans to expose the monster cock that still hurts every time he sinks it inside of me.
A moment later, he’s between my legs, the first push of his cock making me gasp, my nails already digging into his shoulders as he shoves his length inside me in one deep, amazing thrust.
“Fuck, baby. How is it so good every fucking time?” He grunts as he holds himself deep, his girth spreading me wide and making my breath catch in my throat.
“How do you feel like you get bigger every time?”
“You’ve made me a teenager again. I’ve never been harder or bigger.”
He starts to thrust, hard and deep. It’s not soft or romantic, but I always feel his love no matter what the sex is like.
I melt into the soft cushion as he takes complete control, driving in and out until we both unravel and cum so hard stars dance in my eyes and I can’t seem to catch my breath.
Inside, I feel his hot cum filling me, dripping out, and I wonder if we will ever tire of having each other in this way.
Every time feels like the first time, and Cole has said on many occasions he feels the same way.
We finish, panting and clinging to each other, then finally Cole pulls out and wraps his arms around my belly, pulling my back into his chest.
“I fucking love you, Candy Cane. You know that, don’t you? If you don’t, I’m failing. Because I can’t imagine life without you, not even for a day.”
“I do, Daddy. I feel your love. Every day. And I love you back.” As he reaches over and takes my hand, I touch my tongue to my top teeth. “Mom called a little while ago.”
I feel Cole’s body tense. “And?”
“She said yes. She’s going to go. They will take her tomorrow.”
“That’s great, baby. I hope it helps her.”
“Me too. I can’t thank you enough for paying for it all. And helping me and Dad give her a rock bottom that helped her see she’s got a problem.”
“Let’s just hope she can take the help and see a new life.”
After we found out I was pregnant, Cole drew the line with my mother, who had grown more and more antagonistic since I moved out to be with Cole. Her drinking got worse and one day we walked in and found her passed out with pills laying around, and Cole said that was it.
He gave her an offer to pay for the best rehab he could find, which is well into six figures. She told him off and kicked us out. He laid down the law, saying until she took help and stuck to a recovery plan, we were out of her life financially as well as personally.
My dad came along on the deal and finally, earlier today, she accepted the offer, knowing she would never see her grandchildren if she didn’t figure out her life.
“Thank you for you.” I bring his hands up into mine as his cock rests hard against my rear end.
“Thank you for us.” He kisses my neck, then the kisses turn to teeth and I cry out. “You know what else?”
“What, you big meany?”
“I’m thankful for your ass. Which I’m going to fuck after you suck my cock. It’s a three-hole day, my princess. Aren’t you a lucky girl?”
He lays me down, straddling me as he brings his swollen head—scented and tasting of me—to my lips.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m a very lucky girl.”
I take him between my lips, thinking how lucky I really am and comforted by the knowledge that he feels the same.
“Goodgirl. Now, open up, Daddy’s in a mood.”
Fourteen
Cole
EPILOGUE TWO
Twelve years later
The fairy lights on the fourteen foot pine in the living room light up the massive space at our vacation home in the Upper Penninsula of Michigan, casting a warm glow that catches me in a sudden sigh as I think about how far we’ve come.
I bought the place five years ago, along with two hundred acres as a Christmas gift to the family.
The kids are all passed out, draped over the floor and furniture around the room as Holly fusses in the kitchen with her mom—now my mother in law—and Martin, now my father in law.
Fuck, life is strange.
They are cleaning up from the massive Christmas dinner we all just devoured, as I sit on the sofa with two sleeping babies, one in the crook of each arm.
We have seven now, all together. The last, a set of twins which are about to kill me, but somehow Holly keeps it all together and makes motherhood look easy.
She took the girls to the bedroom and nursed them while I settled the other five down around the living room. By rights, they should be in their own beds, but how could I say no when they begged to have a blanket fort camp so they could sleep next to the tree and all their presents?
“You okay in there?” Holly’s soft voice calls and I nod.
“It’s fine. I’m pinned.”
She giggles. “Yes, I can see. Two vicious predators keeping you stuck there on the soft sofa with your eyes half closed in front of the warm fire.”
“Yep. I’m taking one for the team.”
Martin and I have expanded our business and it’s taken off more than we could have ever imagined. We have started specializing in senior care facilities, as well as addiction rehabs, and although we are busy we’re making more money than we know how to spend.
Holly’s mom spent four months in rehab and sober living before returning home and blossoming into a person Holly hardly recognized.
She made amends for her years of selfish behavior, but also recognized her disease and has stayed on track with her program, along with the dedication and help from Martin.
It’s been an odd situation having her mother and Martin getting back together, but in some ways it feels like the circle is complete.
I hear the barking at the door and Holly steps over to let in our band of four-legged children. There are six in all now, ranging from a Chihuahua to a Great Dane and to say our life is a joyful chaos is putting it mildly.
She comes over to where I’m sitting, leaning down and kissing the girls on their heads before setting her cherry lips on mine for a deeper, slower kiss.
I moan a little and she pulls back, and I lose myself in her brown eyes for a moment, seeing that first time we were really together like it was just yesterday.
She’s fuller now, more womanly, and I want her still more every day.
“Anything I can get for you, Daddy?” She keeps her voice low and I shake my head.
“Just you. When you guys are done. I need you, baby.”
“I need you too, Daddy.” She smiles and it lights up my heart. “They are heading to bed in a few minutes. We’ll get the babies settled, then I’ll take good care of you and your cock.”
“That’s my girl.” She walks away and I watch, her ass swaying under her skirt as she goes, wondering if my desire for her will ever lessen.
I joke with her often that I’m going to be a hundred and she’s going to be eighty, and we’re still going to be out-fucking the twenty year-olds.
She’s still taking photographs for the local shelters, but her family is her focus, as is mine. Martin and I have already talked about selling the business and retiring. In the next year or so it will be time, because truth i
s, I could spend every day at home with Holly and the kids for the rest of my life and die a happy man.
No, I take that back.
I don’t ever want to die. I’ve got a billion reasons to live.
Forever.
NIGHT BEFORE
C H A P T E R O N E
Malcolm
“YOU KNOW YOUR NICKNAME is Scrooge, right?” My sister Wilomena shakes her head as she turns to watch the leggy brunette rush out of my office in tears. “Malcolm Scrooge Knight,” she adds softly, distracted by the chaos unfolding.
My assistant Maureen blocks the young lady’s way as she attempts to scurry through the executive office suites toward the elevator. I watch as she is corralled into a waiting conference room before my sister shuts the office door behind her, drawing in a deep breath. I swear she gets more like Mom every day.
“I don’t care.” I shift in the chair at my desk and go back to hammering out a terse email notifying security to escort the young woman out of the building. She was someone I considered dating. And, truth be told, I don’t even know why I date, not really. I guess it’s just what is expected of me, and I always do what is expected. Even when I feel almost nothing.
I’ve come to the realization that not only is love not for me, I don’t actually believe it’s real. Sort of like Santa and his Christmas spirit. Smoke and mirrors as far as I’m concerned. From my experience, it’s not me women like, it’s the image of me. The idea of me and the perks that would provide.
Oh, and the bank account behind that image as well.
Willie fusses with the Celtic cross around her neck, a gift from my mother on her sixteenth birthday, so many years ago. When she speaks, her voice is flat but her eyes are sad. “That’s the problem. You don’t care about anything.”
I consider her comment for a moment as I click send then withdraw my eyes from the monitor and fix them on Willie. I hate absolute statements and she knows she’s annoying me with her proclamation that I don’t care about ‘anything.’