U.K. Boxing Day: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 91)

by Flora Ferrari

  “What about work? What about your friends? What about us?”

  “I’m pretty sure they have jobs in London,” I say, not trying to be passive aggressive, but also letting him know it’s not an issue. “And they speak the same language too so the transition should be smooth. We do have both passports, remember? I can start looking for jobs right away.”

  “What about your life in New York?”

  “There is no life without him.”

  My brother breathes in deep and lifts his eyebrows before exhaling hard.

  I didn’t really care what Ethan said or was going to say next, but I did want this to go as smooth as possible.

  “Why though?”

  “Because we’re in love.”

  “Just like that?”

  “No.”

  “So something’s been going on for awhile now?”

  “First of all, if it was it’s not your business. Second of all I don’t have to tell you, but I’m feeling nice so I will. No…but yes.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means that we’ve been attracted to each other, and only each other, since literally our going away party.”

  “You were only eighteen then.”

  “And he was only twenty-five.”

  “That’s a big difference.”

  “Maybe then, but what about when I’m seventy and he’s seventy-seven? It means nothing then, just as it means nothing now. Wait! I take that back. It means a lot. It means he can guide me through life as he’s already blazed a lot of trails himself.”

  My brother’s face stays still and he says nothing as he stands on the other side of the island in the kitchen just looking at me.

  I appreciate that my big brother is protective of me and watches out for me, and no offense to him, but there’s no one who can protect me like Oliver can.

  “So you’re moving back to London and you’re going to marry Oliver and probably start a big ol’ family soon. That’s your story?”

  “And I’m sticking to it…forever. And I hope you can support me and not try and play this twenty questions game any longer. If he’s your friend, and you’re a good judge of character, as you are, then I’d think you’d be excited for us.”

  “Honestly?” he says.

  “Is there any other way?”

  “No, and that’s the point. Because he’s the most honest, loyal, down-to-earth guy I know…despite the fame.”

  My eyebrow raises suspiciously, or is it surprise?

  “If I could choose one guy for you to be with it would be Oliver,” he says.

  I’m completely shocked, in a good way, and I feel more tension release from my body than I even knew I was holding.

  “Thank you,” I say, walking around the side of the island and giving my big brother a hug.

  I was going to be with Oliver no matter what, but it’s nice to know my brother is behind us. Family first, and that includes the family I’ve had my entire life and will continue to have forever.

  Now it’s time to go check on my man in the living room, the man who I’m going to start my own family with.

  CHAPTER 19

  Oliver

  Elizabeth and Evan Evans, Ella and Ethan’s mom and dad, sit next to me on the couch.

  I’m in a chair that’s way too small for me, but I’m used to it, not to mention not being able to lean back shows that I’m very much into this conversation, which I am.

  I have a tendency to lean back in my free time and I don’t want it to come across like that right now. An attitude that seems like, “Oh by the way, I snatched up your daughter…just wanted to let you know. See ya,” is definitely not what I’m going for.

  “Are you going to keep boxing?” Elizabeth asks.

  “That’s a great question and one I’ve thought about a lot already and need to think about some more. Some of the reasons are easy to spot and some are only known by Ella and myself.”

  “You don’t have to share them with us if you don’t want to, son,” Evan says.

  I like their dad. He’s a patient man and always tries to see things from both sides of the fence.

  “I think it will actually help if I do.”

  He nods.

  “I know, without a doubt, the reason I was able to become so successful at boxing is because your family left London.”

  “What?” Elizabeth says, and Evan puts his hand on her knee as he keeps his focus on me.

  “I was angry that you were just up and leaving. You were taking my best friend, and I didn’t know it until the going away party, but you were taking the woman I knew was right for me too. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The way she looked that day…I would have given anything for her to stay.”

  Evan nods intensely.

  “At the time I figured I’d just get a job in finance, like you Mr. Evans, but once Ella left I was angry, so angry that I went all in on boxing. I trained like a man possessed and I took out that aggression on other fighters. All I did was eat, train, sleep and be angry at the world. That worked really well, but it’s unsustainable and it’s not how I feel any longer. The moment I slid that ring on her finger and she agreed to be mine forever. The anger just completely disappeared. The idea of fighting again doesn’t really appeal to me. I have nothing to be angry at anymore, nor do I want to try and dig deep and conjure up those feelings artificially. I’ve never been happier than I am now, with her, and that’s how things should be.”

  I see Elizabeth’s eyes water and she reaches for a tissue.

  “And I want to start a big family soon. Make you two grandparents, young and beautiful grandparents of course, but I want to build your dynasty while we start ours. And the most important thing is that those kids have a healthy, happy father to raise them. I’ve been lucky in my career. I’ve miraculously never taken a direct shot to the head, but I have taken one hell of a punch to the gut…but that was the best kind because it came from your Ella.”

  Elizabeth dabs at her eyes.

  “First she hit me in the gut, without actually laying a finger on me, and now every time I see her, think about her, anything to do with her…which is always, it hits me right in the heart. I’ve been lucky inside of the ring, but thanks to her it’s outside of the ring where she’s made me the luckiest man in the world, because she’s mine.”

  The room goes completely silent and finally Evan stands. “Wow!” he says exhaling hard. “After that? I’ve got no choice but to give you my blessing and I’m sure my wife feels the same. Right, Elizabeth?” he says turning his head back to look at her on the couch.

  “I didn’t mean to make you cry ma’am,” I say.

  “Thank you for making me cry? Thank you so much because that was beautiful. You’re the only man I’d ever want our Ella be with.”

  Evan extends his hand as he looks back at me and we shake.

  “I go next,” comes from the door to the kitchen and I see Ella and her brother standing there.

  “How long have you two been there?” I ask.

  “Long enough,” he says entering the room, shaking my hand, and giving me a man hug.

  I turn and look at my woman, who is also crying. She comes running to me and I scoop her up in my arms, right after I let go of her brother.

  The minute her feet touch the ground her lips touch mine. She squeezes me tight and then turns and runs to her mom, where they hug on the couch before quickly taking each other’s hands and darting off into the kitchen together.

  “So…” Evan says. “Who’s up for a little game of catch?”

  “I’m English, dad,” I say. Damn it feels good to call my soon to be father-in-law that. “And we don’t play baseball.”

  “We can throw the football then,” he says.

  “We kick our footballs, not throw them,” I joke.

  He gives me a pat on the shoulder. “Ok, teach me how to throw a jab.”

  “Now you’re talking,” I say.

  We all head to the garage wher
e he pulls a few beers from the mini-fridge and we enjoy our time together in his man cave…just me, my future father-in-law and my future brother-in-law.

  They’re the perfect in-laws for the perfect “in-woman,” as in the only woman I’ve ever been in love with.

  And even though it might be too early to confirm, I know for sure my “in-woman” has my baby, in her belly.

  The perfect “end-ing,” to the knockout punch she delivered on Boxing Day to this now retired fighter.

  I’ve got way more important things to do now, and they all revolve around on thing…

  My woman, my family, my perfect life…because of them. Forever.

  EPILOGUE

  Oliver

  Eleven months later

  “That’s him!” Ella yells from upstairs as the deliveryman approaches the house.

  “I’ll get it,” I say as I’m up from the couch and signing for the package right away.

  I take it upstairs where my wife is rapped in a robe, beads of water still on her face and her hair wet. I always love the way she looks, but that fresh out of the shower look has to be my favorite, because it’s her, completely natural.

  I tear open the box wanting to get these Christmas cards out and mailed as soon as we can. Time was running out, not to mention it was time for our afternoon roll in the sheets.

  I just can’t get enough of her, taking her morning, noon, night and sometimes in-between.

  She tells me sometimes I take her in the middle of the night, but I can barely remember the next morning. It’s not because it’s not mind shattering, but because once I’ve had her all I can think about is having her again.

  My appetite for her really is insatiable.

  I remove the stack of cards and my chest swells with pride.

  “That photographer lady got it right.”

  “Oh my god did she ever. They’re so cute.”

  “Because they’re our kids.”

  My wife is literally jumping up and down holding the Christmas cards of our triplets, Mason, Logan, and Jackson.

  “She really has that Anne Geddes style down, doesn’t she?”

  My wife showed me Anna Geddes work before we picked out the photographer. I’d never heard of her and never would have given her work a second look…before I was a father.

  But now, damn the way she makes little kids look the way she does I can’t help but admire what she does.

  The best part isn’t even the pictures of the kids, which are amazing. It’s seeing how happy it makes my wife and my parents…not to mention me.

  Technically we’re not sending Christmas cards. We’re sending Boxing Day cards.

  The photographer put the boys in a box that’s decorated like a boxing ring. Then she has each of our tiny little boys sleeping on an oversized boxing glove, which was the perfect touch. My little men loved the padding, falling asleep on them right away. It’s hard to believe that someday those little guys will grow up to be mighty warriors, in whatever endeavor they decide to pursue.

  And when my wife hugs me again and her robe comes open a little more than she expected, my cock reminds me it’s time to purse a third love making session for the day.

  “Are you hard?”

  “For you, always. You know that. There’s never a need to ask.”

  “I just delivered three, count ‘em three,” she says flashing the stack of cards at me, “children two months ago. I’ve got mom bod.”

  “You’ve got perfection, that’s what you’ve got. You’ve got the body of a woman who worked her ass off to make sure our boys were safe and sound and had the perfect place to develop for nine long months. And if that isn’t sexy I don’t know what is.”

  “Awww,” she says, hugging me tight.

  My hands reach around squeezing that damn amazing ass of hers hard. “And, woman, have you looked in the mirror lately? Because you are fine as hell!”

  My hands pull her up and off the floor and her legs wrap around my waist.

  The boys just got put down for a nap and knowing my little buggers they’ll be out cold for awhile, which gives me time to be in for a while…inside my woman.

  I move her robe to the side as she fidgets with my belt.

  “At this rate we’re gonna have six kids real soon,” she says.

  “Good,” I growl. “That will put us half way there.”

  “Halfway to where?”

  “A dozen, minimum.”

  “A dozen?”

  “I figure if I keep asking for twelve it will be easier to get you to settle on ten.”

  She smiles as she works my belt free and kisses me hard.

  Her hand grabs a hold of my cock, pulling the tip out of my underwear as I move her into position.

  “Ten, huh? You want me to give you one child for every inch you’re gonna give me right now?”

  She lines my dick up to her opening and slides down my rod.

  I breathe in tight, my eyes closing. Damn, the feeling of entering her never gets old. I swear there’s nothing like it in the world, and I’m the only one who will ever know how damn amazing this woman is…amazing in every way.

  “Sounds fair to me,” I say, kissing her neck as she whimpers slightly.

  Seconds later the cards have been dropped who knows where and her back is slamming into the wall.

  “Oh yeah, come inside me and give me three more babies,” she says.

  I growl, feeling my balls pull up and empty inside her on her command.

  As a real man I don’t like being told what to do by anyone, except my wife when she tells me how damn bad she wants me to make our family grow, by making her belly grow.

  I feel her walls tighten around my shaft, milking me for every last drop just before she comes for the fifth time today.

  Only ten more to go, because If I want ten kids then I’m going to keep my streak of bringing her to climax ten times a day alive. We’re approaching a full month, which has to be some sort of record.

  But I’m the one who sounds like a broken record when I lean in, my mouth open just a hairsbreadth from hers as we experience ecstasy together.

  “I love you so damn much,” I say.

  “I love you.”

  “And I love what you’ve given me…my wife, my boys, my life…and a home that we all can share…together.”

  “I thought you wanted ten kids?” she jokes as we come down from our euphoric release together.

  “You’re right. I’m selling this place and we’re moving to the countryside.”

  “Can I get a pony?”

  “You can get whatever you want because you already gave me all I ever wanted…you.”

  “I love you,” she says.

  “I love you.”

  EXTENDED EPILOGUE

  Ella

  Ten more years later

  “There they are!” I say, grabbing Oliver’s thigh and then my video camera.

  I slide out of my seat and into the aisle so I don’t block anyone’s view. The last thing I want to be is Regina George's mom from Mean Girls, with some very aggressive filming at this year’s holiday play at the kid’s school.

  And when I say kids, I mean all our kids.

  There’s our triplets Mason, Logan, and Jackson.

  And then there’s our second incredible miracle, our triplets Mia, Ava, and Zoe.

  And with six kids in the first three years of marriage it was easy for us to get to ten, which we rounded out with Sofia, Samuel, Chloe and Noah.

  The three youngest kids aren’t technically in school yet, but the principal made a special exception and got them all small parts in one scene where our whole family is on stage.

  And it sure doesn’t hurt that a former heavyweight champion boxer was the one who requested the favor.

  Oliver tells me he didn’t intimidate him at all, but I reminded him he doesn’t have to. His reputation precedes him and with a history of quick finishes in the ring it’s easy to see why people are a bit timid to approach our family
when we’re out and about.

  Personally I love it. People in the U.K. aren’t quite as star crazed as in the States, but it’s definitely close at this point.