17. Chapter SeventeenEpilogue

Chapter Seventeen:Epilogue

Belinda

“ D id you think this would happen?”

“A Christmas wedding eleven years ago, no.”

I swayed with my now husband to our song, ‘Hard Candy Christmas’. Over fifteen years ago, he asked me to dance at our Homecoming dance, and this song had come on. He asked me, just as we were done, to go out, and the rest is history.

“I meant us being here.”

“Oh, back then, sure. When I left, not so much. I swear Chase, I was so worried you hated me when I came back, I never saw us getting married. But when you popped the question last Christmas, there was just no way I was going to say no. And well, there was no way I wasn’t having at least a Winter Wonderland wedding. It might not be Christmas, but I’ll take our wedding on Christmas Eve.”

He chuckled as he spun me, then dipped me, giving me a deep kiss as the song ended.

“Time to get you to your cabin for the weekend.”

I couldn’t help the blush that crept up on my cheeks.

The family only laughed when we told them our plans. That we would be gone for Christmas, enjoying a private time then come back to celebrate it. Honestly, they didn’t seem to mind at all.

Twenty minutes later, after bidding goodbye to everyone, we climbed into the cab of his truck and made our way to the private cabin that is family owned. Okay, so it wasn’t far away, but it was a special honeymoon until we could both leave. Which, mind you, we were planning for next year. We just wanted a few solo nights.

I grinned as he took my hand, interlacing our fingers.

It felt so right being here with him like this. It was a long time coming.

“I’m not sure I ever told you just how beautiful you looked in this gown. I love the velvet trim on it. Fit the theme.”

“The purpose, Chase.” I laid my head on his shoulder as he turned the radio up, our song coming on. I think that was a sign in the making.

Minutes later, he pulled up to the cabin, and easily lifted me out of the truck and carried me into the cabin, where a fire was already going. I had to make sure to thank whoever came up here to get it ready.

“I have a surprise for you,” he told me as he sat me down on the bed. “I’ll be right back.” I watched as he walked into the room, then quickly slipped the dress off and got into the red and white Santa looking nightie that I bought just for tonight.

Just as I was sitting back on the bed, Chase opened the door. My eyes trailed over the Santa coat that was open to reveal his amazing chest with his tattoos and little wisps of hair, to the Santa pants that were hanging low on his hips, showing me that little sexy V he had at he had going on.

Holy St Nick, my mouth was watering at the sight.

“Have you been a good girl, or a naughty girl.”

“Naughty. All day, every day, Santa. Just keep on the naughty list.”

He smirked as he walked into the room, pushing me back on the bed and kneeling over me.

“Is that so? So, should I reward such a naughty girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

He growled as he leaned down to kiss me, his fingers digging into my hips, and I got lost in the taste and touch of him. There would never be a time when he didn’t drive me utterly insane, and I loved it.

Breathless moments later, he pulled back, tossing the jacket on the floor and then looked me over.

“I see you have a present for Santa.”

“I do.” I ran my fingers over the tent in his pants. “You do too.”

“Maybe you should pull them off to see what’s there.”

Without more coaxing, I did, laughing at the little piece of cloth he had covering his junk that had presents over it.

“This is by far my favorite present,” I told him, yanking the cloth off to wrap my hands around his hard dick.

“And you’re mine.”

He laid me back again, his lips, hands, and tongue everywhere that I couldn’t even imagine. I was in such a lustful haze that I wasn’t even aware he had tossed my nightie.

His tongue twirling around my nipple gave me the pause to realize just how good he was. And as his fingers worked along my center, I realized as well, just how much he knew my body.

“Chase,” I moaned, loving what he did to me.

“You promise to always be this wet for me?”

I stared at him as he pumped his fingers into my pussy and slowly grinned.

“I promise, so long as you promise that you’ll always be this playful.”

“Always.” He sealed the deal with a kiss, his thumb pushing on my clit and rubbing it as his fingers worked faster, sending me high on the orgasm ride.

Damn, it got better and better each time.

“Now, what’s my naughty girl going to do?”

I pushed him on his back, climbed over his lap, and then turned around, easing my wet center down his hard dick.

“Oh, my naughty girl is gonna learn how to ride, huh? Gonna show this dick of mine what you figured out?”

His hands ran down my back and to my hips, holding me tight. I looked at him over my shoulder and smirked.

“Hold on, baby.” With that, I started twisting my hips, using his thighs to help push me. Fuck, like this, I could feel him so far deep in me, and it still wasn’t enough.

This man owned me, had for years, and it’s always been him. Sex with anyone else never felt nearly as good, and never would.

“Fuck, B,” he cried out.

He lifted his legs, laying his feet flat on the bed and thrusted up into me. I rubbed my clit against him, smirking as it got me wetter and making him cry out again.

“Stop doing that, you’re going to end me before I get the chance to really show you what I can do.”

His hand connected with my ass and though I yelped, I only coated him even more. I glanced back again, seeing him with his head thrown back, and fuck me, it was a sight I loved.

“Let me feel you baby,” I told him, moving my hips even faster.

“Join me, Cowgirl.”

His hand reached up, cupping on my shoulder, pushing me down even harder and the simple manhandling of this sweet, ol’ Santa pushed me over the edge.

I tumbled into the abyss of release, moaning over and over, feeling everything he gave me coat my insides. I fell to my side, needing a moment to catch my breath before I moved.

Four hours later, Chase rested above me, urging me on again with his slow, powerful thrusts. This time, we were chest to chest, looking into each other’s eyes, seeing the love, the promise, the simple need there.

What we thought we lost; we found again.

What we thought we wouldn’t feel, we had again.

What we thought was done, was far from finished.

“We have each other, always,” I whispered a line from our vows. It was a promise I intended to keep, letting him know I wasn’t leaving.

“And if we part, we’ll search until we can’t.”

I loved it when he told me that earlier, and I love it now.

And we both started to shudder, he drew me in his arms, kissing me so deeply but so tenderly.

“Cowgirl, we’re done having time apart and having a Hard Candy Christmas.”