Epilogue

GRANT

One year later

O pening my eyes, I have to hold back a scream of surprise when I’m met with Elsie’s face, an inch from mine.

“Jesus, Els, can I help you?” She giggles while situating herself on my stomach. Hmmm that’s it, sweetheart, wiggle that ass a little further south and we’re gonna start this morning off right.

“Merry Christmas!” She beams before placing a quick kiss on the tip of my nose. I give her a small chuckle as I grab her softly by the back of the neck and pull her to me, giving her a proper kiss. I groan against her mouth as her center grinds over me.

“Keep that up, sweetheart and you won’t leave this bed until New Years.” She giggles before pushing me back on the bed.

“Nice try, buddy, you aren’t getting sex until I get my present.” I groan in protest while giving her a playful smack on her ass as she gets up.

“It’s Christmas, I should be allowed to receive a little cheer,” I mumble while grabbing my crutches and following her and Holly to the living room. It’s completely decorated—like the rest of the house—in Christmas decorations. I smell the hot chocolate on the stove, and the sound of a Christmas movie playing fills my ears.

“How long have you been up?” I laugh lightly as Elsie shrugs.

“A couple hours, I wanted to handle some last minute things before our trip.” Elsie’s gift to me is a vacation to the beach. At first I was apprehensive, I haven’t traveled since my accident and I’m unsure how I’m going to handle the sand. But, after discussing it with her and my therapist, I realized it’s just fear of the unknown, and that shouldn’t stop me from enjoying my life with the woman I love.

“There are so many presents with my name!” Elsie gasps before glaring at me. “You promised not to go crazy.” I sit on the couch before shrugging.

“I seem to remember you telling me not to buy you too much and I said that I’ll buy you what I want and you can deal with it.”

She giggles before tossing me a wrapped box and reaching in a stocking to pull out an elk antler for Holly who excitedly takes it before trotting off. I open the box and can’t help the smile as I lift the garment.

“Think it’ll fit me?” I tease, holding the green bra to my chest. “Oh, a thong and… candy cane stockings? Els, I don’t know, what if the townspeople find out—ow!” I laugh as she smacks my arm before straddling my lap.

“Keep talking, Grant,” she purrs in my ear. “And you won’t end up on the naughty list.”

“Oh, now we can’t have that,” I murmur into her neck while reaching behind the pillow on the couch and holding up a spiky, round object between us.

“What’s that?” She laughs while poking one of the spikes.

“Horse Chestnut shell,” I say casually even though on the inside I’m sweaty and nauseous.

“Oh my God! Operation Chestnuts!” she squeals through her laughter.

“Yeah,” I say nervously. “I thought maybe it was time to bring it back, ya know, for one more operation?” Her brow raises above the rim of her glasses as she cocks her head to one side.

“You know after the madness last year that I hung my elf hat up for good.” I do know that. Despite the massive success of the Christmas Marketplace, Els chose not to return this year, giving the job to Kelley, the adoption coordinator. Shocking to no one, Betty wasn’t asked to return as the head of the committee this year.

I would’ve supported Elsie had she decided to do it again, but I’ll be honest, getting to volunteer with her at the little adoption events and just getting to selfishly keep her to myself this holiday season has been the best gift I could’ve asked for.

Clearing my throat, I look at the beautiful woman on my lap and I feel like my heart may explode.“I love you,” I breathe out, causing her to smile softly.

“I love you too, baby.” She leans in and kisses me softly. When we part, I pull the top of the chestnut shell off to reveal the item inside—an engagement ring.

“Oh my God,” she whispers as her eyes catch the ring.

“Elsie, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, and despite everything that has happened, despite the walls I built to keep you at arm’s length, I never could stay away—I never stopped loving you. You’ve consumed my every thought for so long now that I’m not sure how I would function without you being my first and last thought. This past year, having you with me, us learning and growing together—it’s been the best year of my life, even when the depression hit and I didn’t want to leave the bed, I had you and—I never want to have a day where I don’t have you. So, Elsie, will you do me the honor of reinstating Operation Chestnuts and marrying me?” She giggles and tears spill from her cheeks as she nods frantically.

“Yes! I will!”

“Oh, thank god!” I breathe out a laugh as I pull her to me, pressing her lips to mine. “I love you,” I whisper over and over again.

“I love you, too.”

“ I s that too tight?” I ask while tugging on the colorful strand of lights. Elsie shakes her head as her bound arms raise with the tug. I marvel at my girl—my fiancée. She’s on her knees in that sexy thong and bra which pushes her tits up in the most fantastic way. Her candy cane thigh high socks are so god damn hot I nearly came at the sight of them.

“Wow,” she breathes, her eyes zeroing in on my crotch. “I wonder if I’ll ever not be shocked at how big you are.” I chuckle while stepping toward her. Her peachy mouth opens almost on instinct and her sweet tongue slips out.

“You want something, my beautiful wife-to-be?” She leans forward but my hold on the light stand holds her steady. “Use your words.”

“Grant,” she whimpers—her breasts swelling with each ragged breath. “I want you to ram your cock down my throat, make me cry, tug my hair as you thrust down my throat until I’m choking on you cum.” Well, I think I just short-circuited. I walk toward her and she wastes no time sucking my tip into her greedy mouth.

“Fuccck,” I moan out while grabbing her by the back of the head and thrusting into her. She gags and I watch as the tears spill from her eyes. The sight is so sinful, I can’t help but do it again. She gags again as she takes me all the way down her throat until she hits my base.

“Fuck, Els… Sweetheart…” She moans around my dick and the vibrations are nearly too much. I hiss out as I pull back and slam into her mouth again, and again, and God fucking help me, I do it again. I am reduced to feral grunts and thrusts while she is dripping slobber, precum and her face is covered in tears.

“That’s it, oh God, fuck, Els—I-Im there. Fuck!” I growl while ramming myself down her as I fill her with my load. Elsie slurps and sucks me completely clean before I drop the light strand, allowing her wrists to be free.

I stare at this woman—wild, messy and perfect before me—she’s mine. “I love you.”

She lets out a shaky breath as she stands before leaning in to kiss me. “I love you, too. Merry Christmas, baby.” I smile, kissing her head.

“I love you, too, and Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”