Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
"Santa may still come through on that, but you have to be a very good girl." I tease, but she's not listening.
Even sitting down like this, she barely struggles now. She's worked her ass off in therapy to get her legs nearly all the way back. Girl's a beast when she sets her mind to something.
"I get to decide where each one goes. Each one will last a week. So there are fifty-two. I get to decide where, and I get to put it on."
She can barely keep still, picking each one up to admire the intricate artwork.
"I can live with that." She holds a card to her heart and looks up at me. The twinkle in her eyes undoes me. "I love you, Brutus. I love being your unicorn."
"I love you too, precious."
With that, we're lining up the tattoos by week and picking out each beautiful spot on her body. By the time the first guests are due, I've planted the first temporary tattoo on her ripe, round belly.
"Merry Christmas." I stand up, admiring what's mine. After the tattoo, I have to treat myself to a sweet little cunt feast, of course.
"Maybe you need a different kind of therapy to get you up and moving. I'm not going to walk around all night with this in the front of my pants. You just stay put, keep those legs wide, and that pussy wet. My dick's in need of a little Christmas cheer of its own."
With that, I'm buried inside her to the hilt, the two of us singing our own kind of Christmas carols.
"Merry Christmas to you. Now go get ready for our guests. I'm in no condition to walk for a few minutes."
It takes four rings of the doorbell before I finally make it down the hall, Leah fussing after me to come back and carry her around the rest of the night. Her thighs are quivering, and her pussy is dripping. Just how I like it.
Seems a baker's dozen orgasms didn't do much for her ability to walk. I don't fight the grin pulling at my mouth as I open the door.
There's May and Decker, and little Emily.
"What took you so long to answer the dang door, ogre man? And where's my sister?" May marches in, handing Emily to Decker and calling for Leah.
"She's in the bedroom." I chuckle.
"I'm sure she is." May bobs her head and rolls her eyes at me. "You two may have waited, but you sure are making up for lost time. Beasts. That's what I say. You are both beasts." Her voice fades as she heads to the back hall and our bedroom.
Decker's half-grin acknowledges what we both know.
"Worth the wait." Decker nods at that.
"More than." I slap my hand on his shoulder. We may have been some of the oldest virgins known to mankind before we met our girls, but neither of us would change a thing.
"I agree, my friend. I agree." Decker crosses his arms as both our girls come giggling and prancing out of the back hallway toward us.
Both of us big, dumb oafs, smiling like little kids on Christmas morning.
EPILOGUE 2
Allister
Bonus Epilogue Eighteen Months and One Day Later
The day after Christmas, and I've got my girl all to myself.
Snow's been coming down since before the sun, fat and lazy, turning the whole world soft. Back at the mansion it's chaos. May and my mom and Leah's old nanny are in a standoff over whose turn it is to hold the twins, Decker's hiding in the den with a plate of leftover ham, and Henrietta's already started a second roast like the first one didn't feed an army. Nobody's going to miss us for an hour. Maybe two.
I told Leah I was stealing her. Pressed my mouth to the spot under her ear and said it low, the voice that makes her go quiet and pink. She didn't argue. She never argues when I use that voice.
So now we're forty minutes down a county road in the Suburban, the heater roaring, her sock feet up on the dash, and she's humming along to some song I don't know the words to. Her hair's loose. There's a smear of blue frosting at the corner of her mouth from the cookies she swiped on the way out the door, and I want to lick it off so bad my jaw aches.
A year of marriage. A year of those clubs running themselves so I can stay home and keep my hands on her. Two babies asleep in matching cribs, and the woman who gave them to me singing in my passenger seat.
I didn't know a man could be this lucky. I didn't know I'd get to keep her.
"There." She points through the wipers at a low building set back off the road, neon humming pink in the gray. PIE in the window. OPEN. A diner, the kind with cracked vinyl booths and a counter, the kind that's been here longer than either of us.