Epilogue

HANNAH

“ J ake, you have to stop,” I moaned, trying not to be distracted by his hot lips trailing down my neck while his hands worked, attempting to remove my clothes.

“It’s Christmas Eve, baby,” he mumbled against my skin. “We need to recreate our wedding night. It’s tradition.”

“If we did that, we’d wake up the kids,” I teased. Jake adored our daughter and two sons, but that didn’t stop him from complaining about how quiet I had to be during sex.

“That was just mean,” he muttered, making me giggle.

“Stop, we have to set up Santa.”

Jake sighed. “Then can I fuck you?”

A shiver raced down my spine, and the space between my thighs throbbed. “Depends. Have you been good this year?”

“Define ‘good.’”

Half-heartedly, I pushed on his shoulders. “I promise, we’ll revisit the naughty list as soon as we’re done setting up for the morning.”

With a resigned groan, he withdrew his hands from under my skirt and pulled my shirt back down over my breasts. “Next year, my parents are watching the kids on our anniversary,” he muttered.

I snorted in disbelief. “Don’t pretend you would ever miss Christmas morning with the kids.”

Every year, Jake was just as giddy as Mackenzie, Lincoln, and Porter when Christmas morning arrived. He loved passing out the packages, watching the kids exclaim in excitement with each opened present, making a big breakfast, then spending the rest of the day with family.

He grumbled playfully. “I might if it meant I could make you scream my name over and over.”

“Maybe we can sneak out for a few hours next year,” I suggested saucily. “But not if you’re going to take this long getting everything set up for Santa.”

His grin was wicked when he promised, “I’m going to hold you to that.”

“Jake! Yes! Yes!” My voice filled the room as I screamed in ecstasy.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he grunted, thrusting his cock deep inside me. “I want more.”

He pulled out and flipped me over, then grabbed my hips and raised me onto my hands and knees. A second later, pain seared my ass when he slapped his hand down on one cheek.

The sting felt like a zap to my clit, and I cried out as arousal gushed from my center. He spanked the other side, then shoved his dick back into my pussy.

Each time his palm met my flesh, I shuddered as pain and pleasure wracked my body. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sit when we opened presents in the morning, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to keep driving me closer to my orgasm.

“Scream for me, baby,” he growled. He glided his hands around to the front of my body, one cupping a breast and the other going down to finger the sensitive bud between my folds.

I gave him exactly what he wanted as my climax crashed over me, drowning me in waves of bliss so strong I could barely breathe.

Jake pumped his hips a few more times, then shouted and spilled his seed inside me.

“Happy anniversary,” I panted as I collapsed onto my stomach.

He slowly withdrew his still hard cock and turned me onto my back, then read the time on the clock beside the bed. “It’s not over yet,” he said with a devilish smirk.

Before I could fully catch my breath, he pushed my legs open wide and plunged his shaft into my tight channel.

“Oh!” I gasped as my walls pulsed around him.

He slipped his hands beneath my knees and raised them, draping my legs over his shoulders so only my shoulder blade and head were left on the mattress. “Hold on,” he instructed, his voice low and raspy.

I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the headboard just before he drove in so deep I felt his tip bump the back of my womb. “Oh, Jake,” I moaned.

“I fucking love the way your pussy fights to keep me inside. So tight, fuck! Fuck, yes!”

The angle of his shaft dragged along my G-spot with every thrust, and my position gave him full access to my sex. His eyes were almost black, raging with hunger as he stared at my wet, swollen pussy.

“I want to fill you, Hannah,” he grunted. “Leave another baby inside your sexy body.”

He’d brought up the subject of having another one several times in the past couple of weeks. I hadn’t said yes or no, telling him I needed to wait until after the holiday to make a decision.

I didn’t want to spoil his Christmas present. But since he’d be opening it in a few hours, I told him what he wanted to hear.

“Do it,” I urged.

My agreement seemed to set something off inside him. He lost control and growled like an animal while he fucked me hard and deep.

It didn’t take long for me to break, and my voice went hoarse from screaming as I shuddered violently with each wave of orgasmic bliss.

As soon as Jake felt me squirt all over his dick, he exploded inside me, his hot come coating my walls and stuffing me full until it was leaking out.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” he panted, a giant grin splitting his face.

“There’s one more present under the tree.” I casually pointed at a small, oblong-shaped, shiny red box and tried to hide my excitement.

“Who is it for?” our five-year-old, Lincoln, shouted.

“Oh,” Jake said with surprise as he read the tag. “It’s for me.”

He shot me a reprimanding look since this meant I broke the number of presents rule we had for each other. I just smiled innocently and shrugged. “It’s from Santa.”

Our three-year-old, Mackenzie, bounced up and down, shouting, “Open it, Daddy! Open it!”

Jake carried the gift with him as he came to sit by my side. “You are definitely getting spanked for this, baby.”

I tried to hide my smile but failed, causing him to sigh. He was always complaining that his punishments weren’t worth a damn if I enjoyed them. “Just open it.”

He ripped off the wrapping and lifted the lid, then pushed the tissue paper aside to see the contents.

His body went rigid, and he stopped breathing for a moment, then he carefully removed the black-and-white photo. He stared at the sonogram for a minute, then his head whipped around to look at me. With his blue eyes full of emotion and his mouth curved into a wide grin, he asked, “You’re already pregnant?”

I laughed and nodded. “A couple of weeks ago, I had a checkup and found out I was pregnant. Before I could tell you, you started talking about having another one. I decided to wait and let Santa break the news.”

Jake grabbed my face and pulled me close, giving me a soul-stealing kiss. “This is an amazing present, Hannah,” he murmured. “But you will always be the best gift I have ever been given.”