by Pixie Chica
He pushes his tip into me slowly as he stretches me. The man is huge, and even with all the prepping he did, it still takes him a little bit, but he finally goes in to the hilt. A few slow thrusts at first, then quickens, until he can’t control himself. The way he takes me, has me ruined in more ways than one and I’m glad because there will only ever be him. The intimacy between us is a feeling I’ve never experienced before.
“Holy fuck, John you’re killing me.” I cry out a moan rumbling out of my chest. Propping myself onto my elbows our mouths meet once more. The kiss hungrier, more erratic, building this throbbing ache inside. The whole house is silent except for his grunts, my moans and the sounds of our bodies making contact.
“Stroke yourself, I want you to cum all over while I fill you full of me.” He demands through gritted teeth looking at me dead in the eyes. He spreads me wider, my legs bent at the knees and I obey. My own body at the point of insanity from all the pleasure he’s giving me. Making quick work of my length I feel his release fill my ass making the fit impossibly tighter and hearing him growl out in pleasure makes me do the same. His name echoes through the walls as I spill all over myself just as he wanted.
When we both are spent, he pulls me to him, my back to his front, his arm possessively around my middle. Laying his head in the crook of my neck, kissing it, he professes his undying love to me like every other night. All is right in our world as we fall asleep. He really is my Christmas Delivery.
Epilogue One
Kent
One year after meeting...
The last couple weeks had been hell without my John. These trips always seem to take forever, but duty called. I had been sent to a conference to help with the toy designs, my newfound calling. Who would have thought that I’d love that aspect so much? While I had enjoyed working with Grace when she came up with her concepts, I never considered a career in it for myself.
The only part I hate about the job are these trips, mostly because it took me away from my better half. Although, we did call each other every night, it isn’t the same. Thankfully, I wouldn’t have to take another for months.
Counting the minutes until I get there, I can’t wait to be home. I miss John’s arms around me, the feel of his chest against my back when we sleep, and most of all I miss his kisses. Especially the loving way he is always so eager to see me at the end of a long shift. He’s come a long way since the first day we met, going as far as opening up to those around us, and even dishing out the occasional hug without being forced into it.
Speed walking to our home when I don’t see his car waiting for me like usual, I have an uneasy feeling creeping in the pit of my stomach. Maybe something came up. It is, after all, the craziest time of the year. Convincing myself that’s the reason, I hum along to the song in my head. As I walk by the buildings, the fact that they are mostly closed faintly registers, but not enough to make me question it. My brain focused on solely getting to him.
With a one-track mind I reach the door unlocking it and yelling out I’m home. The place is suspiciously dark, and he is nowhere to be seen. After checking every room, and finding no evidence of life, or that he’d been here at all today, I start to panic. Where could he be? Is he ok? Was there an accident at the warehouse? All these questions run around my head, and I try to not let my anxiety get the best of me. Realizing he’s probably at Molly’s place, I pick up the phone and call him. No answer. I call my two besties. No answer. I call the head honcho himself. Fucking nothing. That’s when worry really starts to set in, and I walk frantically out the door, and see the note that is sticking on it that I must have missed on the way here. In John’s unmistakable penmanship it directs me to the Claus’ home.
In all of my thirty-one years I have never felt fear quite as I am right now. Not even when I ended up in the hospital after getting hit by a car at fifteen. The more I think about it, the more it dawns on me something is very wrong. Last night John hadn’t answered either, but I figured it was due to the late hour. Grabbing the keys to the car John bought me last month, I head to the main residence.
The whole ride I’m dialing his number over and over again. This time I don’t miss the empty shops as I go by. It’s a fucking ghost town, not even the cars are parked in the street. My twisted mind starts spinning some crazy ideas all of which are having me in a moment of insanity. The craziest of them all gripping at my throat, making it hard to breath.
What if this has all been a dream, and tomorrow I will wake up in that Florida apartment, living my humdrum life without my reason for living? The mere idea has my body feeling heavy. I need to get there fast, or I’ll be sitting on the side of the road fighting down a panic attack. I can’t fathom a day where I don’t see his smiling face or sitting on the porch at the end of the workday side by side.
“Fuck, I can’t do this.” I whisper to myself. Just as I’m about to pull over, I see the house in sight and I speed to the driveway. I manage to get out of the car, but I can’t bring myself to enter or knock on the door. How stupid am I being right now? I stand there, hand shaking, unable to let it make contact with the doorknob, not knowing how much time passes. Suddenly, I see it open, and John Alexander, dressed in one of those tailored suits that always makes me a little weak, removes all the anxiety as I pull him into a hug.
“Baby, are you ok?” He whispers, holding me tight until I finally can let go enough to face him. He cups my cheek and a tear threatens to fall from my eye. He’s still here, it wasn’t some warped dream.
“I thought, oh God it’s stupid.”
“No, it’s not. Tell me what’s wrong?” He stares into my soul with that patient but demanding demeanor he carries himself with.
“I didn’t see anyone, and then the note, I let anxiety get the best of me. For a minute I thought that it was all a dream. As if life was playing a cruel joke on me, and I’d wake up without you once I opened that door.”
“Shit, I didn’t see it that way, but I can promise that will never happen...because.” John says pulling me down the steps of the house and towards the back without finishing his sentence.
The suspense is killing me, I open my mouth to demand he finish, when I come face to face with everyone in the North Pole.
“I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. Waking up to you in my arms and creating our own magic, the last few weeks proving how much I needed you to be my husband. God forbid something happens in one of those trips, and I am not able to get to you. So, we’re getting married today. In front of all the people who love us.”
His words stun me into silence, and my eyes focus on the way his fingers are shaking with his hand waiting for me to take his and follow him to our forever.
“Kent?” He asks when I don’t answer right away.
“Fuck, sorry...yes, let’s do this. I fucking love you.”
He wraps his fingers tightly around mine as we make it all the way down the altar, our friends clapping enthusiastically.
“You almost gave me a heart attack there while I waited for you to take my hand. I was for sure you were going to back out from marrying me.
“Hey gotta keep you on your toes.” We share another kiss before finally taking our spots at the front, facing each other. Standing there in a ridiculously large magistrate robe, is Crystal who is very much pregnant and cranky. She’s due any minute, so seeing her here trying to officiate is very surprising.
“Ok fuckers, can we get on with this? Seeing as I brought you two together, I feel like you owe me an apology. You had to wait this long to say I do? I’m about to pop, and I wasn’t missing this for the world.” She says placing her hand on her belly for emphasis.
“Hey I tried hinting, but like always this one doesn’t take hints too well.” John apologizes.
“Whatever just hush so we can get this show on the road.” She reprimands us.
The ceremony goes quickly, with us choosing our own vows. There’s not a dry eye in the place, even from some of the men who are trying to h
ide it by coughing into their sleeves, except for Tony who is letting the tears run freely. When Crystal says kiss the groom, I pull him to me by the back of his neck. Our kiss passionate, full of possession, and all the emotions we have for one another.
“Shit, it’s happening.”
The curse word coming out of Crystal’s mouth has us stopping mid kiss. We look over and she is pointing at the floor, horrified at the puddle of water at her feet.
“Joe Claus, I’m going to fucking kill you! I’m about to give birth right here.” She yells.
Joe stands from the pew running, falling on his way down, in full panic mode. “Shit, baby, the baby. What...I..” He is stumbling his words, so bad it’s almost comical, and I would laugh if I wasn’t worried for my friend. Crystal starts screaming louder than I have ever heard her scream in my life.
“Ok everyone calm down. Someone get me a wheelchair from my dad’s room,” Brandie spins into action directing all of us. “Joe, stop freaking out, and go get the bag that’s in the closet you brought just in case. And you two,” She points at us. “For heaven’s sake, don’t just stand there. Get the car ready, we’re going to have a baby and it’s coming in fast.”
John runs, pulling up the car on the back lawn, and Joe ushers her in. I take the passenger seat, wanting to be there for her in case of anything. The scene playing out in the back of the car on the way to out medical center, is one for the books.
“I promise you, next time you try to put that dick in me, I’m going to tear it off!” I hear Crystal say, followed by a yelp from him, causing me to glance backwards.
“You don’t mean that, honey. It’s the baby talking.” He says making the mistake of uttering the wrong words. Crystal let’s go of his hand and grabs his junk for emphasis, making me hurt just from seeing it.
“Try me! I’m not kidding! ‘Oh, it’ll be good, baby. Oh, you know you want this candy cane.’ That candy cane is what caused this.” She glares at him. I convince her to pull her hand away before she causes real damage, and Joe mouths off a thank you in my direction.
Three hours later, we welcomed Joe Claus, Jr. and Brandie Grace Claus, on the same day I got my forever. This place is definitely magical, and we have another Christmas Delivery.
Epilogue Two
John Alexander
2 years after that - Feb 1
Looking down at my clock again, I grow impatient. Where is he? My husband should already be here keeping all the crazy Cupids away from me. I love them, but they can be overwhelming as hell. Especially since they are in wedding mode. To say they are a colorful bunch is putting it mildly, all except, Romeo. The oldest, and only still single child in the Cupid clan, and he gets reminded of it at every turn.
“Oh John, I’m so happy you came. I didn’t see you last year, with that handsome husband of yours.” Lovin Cupid, Romeo’s mom, greets me pulling at my cheeks like she used to do when I was a child. Yeah, Kent was going to be in trouble.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially since it said mandatory on the invitation.” I say as politely as I can to her. The woman is a bit crazy and has made sure her children get married off as soon as possible. Except for Romeo, her sore spot.
“Well, I had to make sure everyone was here for my daughter’s rehearsal dinner. Speaking of everyone, where’s that precious Crystal? Too bad I didn’t scoop her up first. She would have been perfect for Romeo, that stubborn child of mine.” She says, before walking away, not really waiting for an answer.
This is not the first time she makes that comment, and if it wasn’t because Romeo has made it very clear, Crystal is his cousin’s wife, and that’s just sick, I’m sure Joe would have been breaking down the Cupid empire. Especially since Crystal was pregnant again, and she had been sicker this time around. He was grunting at the first thing that moved the wrong way at his woman.
With a sigh of relief, I see Kent come through the door, and behind him is a pissed off looking Romeo. I really feel for the guy, it can’t be easy having to deal with a mother who is trying to get you hitched at every breathing moment.
“Yo Romeo, what’s up?” I ask him, pulling him into a side hug. We are good friends, and we all shoot pool on Saturdays and talk shop comparing holiday traffic.
Turning to my husband I give him a quick kiss. “Took you long enough, I’ve already been visited by the Cupid Matriarch. I thought I was going to have to fake death, and even then, I think she would try and spin it into a tragic love story.”
Kent only laughs at my comment, but Romeo grunts. “You ain’t kidding. I made him wait for me, that’s why we were late. I wasn’t coming here alone and unchaperoned. The more barriers between me and my mother the better. It’s gotten in her head that I’m going to be engaged by my sister’s wedding.” He says looking around nervously.
“She was making a case for you stealing Joe’s girl.”
“That again?” Kent asks and I nod my head.
“She’s determined to get me engaged by my sister’s wedding because my being single is bad for business.”
“It is, and I have found you someone already.” His mother says coming behind us, and the look of horror on his face makes me pity him.
“Mom, it’s not happening. I don’t need a date, I got it covered.”
“Oh yeah, and how might that be? You will not show up without a date to the wedding. I already called the Lantern’s, their daughter is single, and pretty.
At the mention of Sonja Lantern, I see him shudder. Those two, are like siblings, and I already know that isn’t going to go over well with either one of them. He looks over at me, eyes begging for an out and I know I’m going to have to pull this out of my ass.
“He doesn’t need one, Romeo’s been dating a friend of mine, but she is a very reserved person, so he was keeping it quiet. You know how that goes, but I’m sure she would not be happy to know you were trying to set him up.” I say quickly trying to cover for my friend, who is now looking equally as surprised as his mother.
“Oh my god! This is the best news ever! I have to go tell your sister, no your father, hell I’m telling everyone!” With that she spins on her heel and is off.
“Dude, what the fuck? Now what am I going to do? I don’t have a date!”
“Actually, I know the perfect girl.” I say causing Kent to quirk an eyebrow. “My friend is saving up to leave town, and I’m pretty sure she’ll help you with your situation for the right price.”
“Right price?”
“Yeah, a thousand bucks.”
“A thousand bucks?” They both yell out, spitting out their drinks.
“Hey, you're the desperate one not me. She’ll do you a favor and disappear the next day, besides, she’s super sweet and your mother will love her.” I tell him knowing he’s going to end up sticking to my plan.
“Is this her thing, like an escort?” Romeo asks obviously uncomfortable.
“No, but she’s already done every odd job she could find, from fixing computers to plumbing. Even with all that and working at the diner, she’s still got a couple thousand more to go before she has enough to leave. I’m sure she’d be willing, as long as you don’t try anything.”
“Shit, fine, can you call her? I really am desperate.”
Signaling him to wait I dial the number and wait for an answer. “Chels, hey it’s me John...” walking away, Kent’s eyes never leaving me. He knows what I’m up to. I’m trying to play Cupid, hoping it doesn’t blow up in my face.
Returning back after a few minutes I give him the good news. “Ok you got yourself a date. She’ll go to all the pre-wedding events, but she’s not buying anything fancy, so if it’s required, you’ll have to buy it.
“Fair enough, when do I meet her so we can go over our story.” Romeo says turning to his usual business attitude.
“Tomorrow, at The Lounge. She'll be at the last table in the dimly lit corner.” I say ready to head out of this party.
“I feel like I’m hiring a hitman.�
� Romeo says.
“In a sense you are.” Kent replies, knowing exactly who I set him up with.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I got to go, be there!” I tell him, taking my husband’s arm, exiting the party. Kent waits until Romeo is out of sight before laying it on me. “Chels really? You know damn well those two are going to clash.”
“Or fall in love, you never know.”
“You’re playing with fire, but that’s going to be on you. I didn’t realize how sneaky you’ve been lately trying to pair people up.”
“I blame it on you, I want everyone to be as happy as we are.” I say kissing his shoulder. “I’ve been missing you so much. I can’t wait to get home, so we can soak in the bathtub. I’m sure you’re tired, and I can give you a massage.” This time he was gone for three weeks, and I really had missed him more than usual.
“I missed you, too.” He stops right outside our car and pulls me to me, for a kiss.
He’s my home, my haven, my whole world. Laying my forehead on his, I wrap my arms around his narrow waist. “Don’t ever be gone that long again. My heart can’t take it. Next time I’m coming with you, and I will sit through all those horrible meetings I know you hate.
“Deal, because I was dying without you.” He tells me, helping calm that need I have just a bit.
Just as promised, the next trip he takes, I was right there with him. And as for Romeo...Let’s just say he may have gotten more than he bargained for.
Bonus Epilogue -The Clauses
Genevieve Claus