Bonus Epilogue

Klaus

April

I t’s the first day of the off season, the first official day off before Minicamp begins, before our off-season workouts begin and having to plan with my team for next season. We didn’t win this Superbowl. But we were there, and that counts for something. No matter how much I talk shit to those men, I’m proud as hell that we made it this far into the season. Today though, I propose to Ximena.

Today, I make sure to start tying her to me forever, like I’ve been trying to since we met. She’s still not pregnant, but she was on birth control until approximately a month ago where I switched them out.

The termination of the company went into fruition after one last kill. I guess it took falling in love with the silent partner to be given the freedom they don’t necessarily give out. Once you’re in that life, you’re in for life. I successfully became an average coach, where my only focus was my team. It actually felt good to spend the extra time with Ximena, and rooting her on as she performed. Everything is as it should be. Ximena is currently getting ready for our date night, where I’ll be popping the question she so desperately wants me to ask her, even though I’ve already told her that we have a wedding date set for a month from now.

My phone buzzing breaks me from my thoughts, that very specific ringtone of Addison Riley.

“What can I do for you Addison?” I say, shortly after pressing the green answer button.

“I need your help. Please, Klaus. I need you to come to John Adams Hospital as soon as you can.”

“What happened?” Her voice sounds worried, concerned and scared. But if she’s asking me to go to the Hospital here, does that mean… “Are you back?”

“Yes. And you need to get here soon. I know you had tonight planned so do what you have to do to get your girl. But, please come after. Just ask for Mrs. Summers.” With those last words, she hangs up the phone. Why would I be asking for Mrs. Summers?

Movement from the hall takes me away from the weird as fuck conversation I just had. The beautiful red headed angel that walks out dressed in a modest black dress comes into view and I can’t help but fall in love a little more.

“Let’s go, baby girl.” I say, feasting the way she looks a little too much. If we don’t leave now, I’ll end up fucking her into oblivion before I get the chance to propose.

Our date night came and went. The moment we made it to the fancy as hell restaurant of The Craft, Ximena decided to place her panties inside my pocket as I walked her to our table with our arms linked together, along with a remote control of some sort.

Throughout the night I played with the remote repeatedly making sure not to let her come. She was a whimpering mess the entire dinner, even more so when it came time to dessert and I got down on one knee. Everything else faded into the distance, the restaurant, the people, the looks we surely were getting as I kneeled before her.

I saved the long speech for when I took her home. The public didn’t deserve to hear the words I wanted to say to her. They did however hear the question, and her squeals of both excitement and her acceptance. Now as we make ourselves back home, back to the apartment that will soon be ours. I make sure to get my words in order because the moment my cock is inside her, I’ll be sure to remind her just how much I love her and just how mine she will forever be.

I squeeze her thigh, the light vibration of the toy pulsating through her body no doubt making her pussy throb in need. I chuckle when I catch a quick glimpse of her as I drive us home, her eyes closed getting lost in the feeling.

“Please,” she sighs, “more.”

“Not quite yet. You’ll have to wait until we get home.” I snicker, tightening my hold on her leg as she squirms under me. Maneuvering the wheel to the right I park the car in my designated spot before quickly turning it off.

“Please,” she begs, her pale blue eyes nearly silver with the way the moon shines in through the windows, pleading with me to let her come.

I glance around the dark parking lot to be sure there's no one around that can see what I'm about to fucking do. When I find that the coast is clear, I open my car door and walk to her side. She excitedly takes my hand as she steps out of the car. I quickly guide her where I want her, in front of my Mercedes.

"Bend over baby girl and let me lift that dress up." I say hoarsely, shivers go down her arms while I guide her back to me. Her palms are placed on the hood of my car, her fingers spread and curled as though she's ready to scratch the exterior of the car. Slowly I pull up the black dress, inch by inch until her bare ass comes into view. Her smooth round globes jiggle as I smack her ass playfully. Her sweet moans escape past her parted lips. I slowly move my hand down her cheeks and between her thighs, her wetness coating my fingers through the tiniest piece of fabric. Her G-string makes her ass look absolutely delicious. I quickly take my throbbing cock out and align myself with her tight cunt.

“This will be quick, but once we’re inside our home you’ll come for me at least another five times.” I rasp, rubbing my cock along her slit, covering myself in her arousal.

“I love you, Daddy.” She mewls, and I thrust inside her slowly, inch by aching inch until I’m fully seated inside her.

“I love you, Little Ember. You had me entranced the moment I heard you play. I never imagined just how much I’d needed you with me to feel complete. You like being my dirty little whore, don’t you?” I grunt as I continue my movements, thrusting inside her over and over again until my balls stiffen and I shoot my cum inside her greedy little cunt.

“There’s no way I would have given you up. You know that right?” I pull out of her and she whines at the loss as the cum I filled her with begins to gush out of her cunt.

“And there’s no way I would have left. I was freaking out, but I would have loved you with every breath, no matter how long I had.”

I chuckle. I knew she feared being next, but how could I harm the Fiery spirit of the angel that claimed me before I fully knew she was it for me.

My Ximena. My Ember. My Christmas Secret beneath the mistletoe.