Epilogue
EPILOGUE
CHRISTMAS DAY
Noelle
“Jesus, fuck,” Torin hisses.
I was woken this morning with Torin’s face between my legs, and after he made me come, we switched positions, so now I’m riding his cock while chasing my second orgasm. “I love having you inside me,” I rasp.
“Lean back, baby. I want to watch your pussy take my cock like a good girl.”
As told, I arch my back and place my hands behind me on Torin’s legs. With his back resting against the headboard, Torin palms my ass cheeks and proceeds to help guide my rhythm. “There is no better sight than seeing your tight pussy stretched around my cock.”
Torin learned early on in our lovemaking that his talking dirty is my undoing. Hearing him speak filthy things does something to me. He knows his effect on me, which is why when we are working, he comes up behind me and whispers in my ear the things he wants to do to me when we get home. Then I’m walking around all night with soaked panties. Sometimes, he makes me wait. Other times, all I have to do is tell him how wet I am, and he’s dragging me off to his office.
“I’m close.”
“Fuck, I can feel. I need you to get there, baby.” Torin brushes his thumb against my clit.
That’s all it takes.
“Torin!” I cry as my orgasm begins to wrack my body.
Torin’s grip on me tightens, and he pulls my body flush against his. His mouth crashes against mine as he follows with his own release.
My body goes slack against his chest, and I feel our heartbeats align at that moment. It’s as though they are beating as one.
“Do you feel that?” I whisper.
“I feel it,” Torin whispers back.
“Merry Christmas, Torin.”
Torin squeezes me. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
My first Christmas with Torin is hands down the best Christmas I’ve ever had. And I can say with certainty it’s the best Christmas Zack has ever experienced. When I tell you Torin and his mom went wild on my brother, they went wild. I’m talking about Lego, Nerf guns, a new bike, a basketball hoop, a ball, a soccer ball and a goal, skates, a skateboard, and an RC car. Torin’s gifts definitely outshined the new winter coat, jeans, and sweater I got him, but bless his heart, my brother showed just as much enthusiasm over his new socks as he did the motorized scooter.
At first, Torin was worried he had overstepped, especially when he saw me crying. I explained to him I’m emotional because I’m happy, not mad. How could I be mad at the man who single-handedly healed my brother’s heart by giving him the kind of Christmas he’d only ever dreamed about?
“Hey, bud. Why don’t you take all your new stuff to your room and then come help me clean up all this paper?” Torin claps Zack on the back.
“Okay!” Zack starts to gather his toys but suddenly stops and sets down the RC car he is playing with. I watch as he runs over to Torin and throws his arms around his waist. “Thank you. This is the best day of my life.”
There is no denying the emotion written all over Torin’s face.
“You’re welcome, Zack,” he rasps.
I can’t help the tears streaming down my face as I watch my little brother embrace Torin.
I love you, I mouth to him.
He mouths back, I love you.
Later that evening, June and I are in the kitchen preparing Christmas dinner. Yesterday, Torin informed me that the guys would be eating with us since none of them have families in the area. I was overwhelmed at first with the amount of food I would be cooking, but thankfully, June is a seasoned pro and offered to help.
“I’ve never seen my son so happy.”
I set the timer on the stove for the sweet potato pie and then glance over at June. She is peering out the kitchen window at Torin, who is sitting on the deck with a beer in his hand while watching Zack play with his RC car in the snow.
“I have you to thank for that.” She looks at me with tears shimmering in her eyes. “Torin was close to his father, and it nearly destroyed him when we lost him. And now I get to see him share with Zack the same morals and values his own dad taught him.” June gets a faraway look in her eyes. “You know Torin’s dad loved Christmas. He used to go all out each year for Torin. I remember telling him he spoiled that boy too much.” June laughs. “But you want to know a secret?”
“What?”
“I loved it. I loved how he spoiled our boy. That was our thing, though. My husband would go ham on Christmas, and I would fret about how he was doing too much. Then he would sit outside all afternoon to watch Torin play with all his new toys while I made Christmas dinner.” June swipes away a lone tear and then returns to Torin and Zack. “Now I get to watch my boy carry on those same traditions with your brother.” June’s hip bumps me. “And perhaps one day a son or daughter.”
I grin at the thought of having a child with Torin. “If that’s something Torin wants with me.”
“Abso-fuckin’-lutely.” Torin’s baritone voice startles me. I whip around to find him standing just inside the kitchen. I was so caught up in June’s story I didn’t hear him come in.
“Wh… what?”
Torin sets his empty beer bottle on the kitchen table and walks purposefully toward me. I peer up at him as he grips my face between the palms of his hands. “Nothin’ would make me happier than to have a baby with you.”
I can’t breathe.
Did he really just say that?
From the corner of my eye, I see a sly smile spread across June’s face as she walks out of the kitchen.
“I… I didn’t know you were listening.”
“I’m glad I was because if not, I wouldn’t get the chance to hear you tell my mom you wanted me to put my baby in your belly.”
“Torin,” I breathe out his name.
Just then, a barrage of male testosterone comes barreling in through the front door, effectively cutting our moment short.
Torin firmly kisses me. “Tonight, we continue working on makin’ a baby,” he declares before striding away, leaving me with a million butterflies in my stomach.
Once I collect myself, I go into the living room to greet the guys just as Brewer tosses a set of keys to Torin. “Got that thing you asked for, Prez.”
“Thanks, brother.” Torin jerks his chin. “Come here, baby. I got somethin’ for you.”
Confused, I ask, “You have something for me?”
“Yeah. Put your coat on.”
It’s then I notice everyone is looking suspicious.
Torin’s face, however, gives nothing away.
“All right.” I follow Torin over to the door and slip my coat on. I let him take my hand and lead me outside. “What is going—” My sentence is cut short when I look at what is sitting in the driveway. It’s a brand-new Range Rover Sport SUV. “Oh my God!”
“What ya think?” Torin asks.
“It’s my dream car, Torin.” I look at the Range Rover in awe.
“I know. You told me.”
I turn my attention away from the car and look at Torin. A few days ago, Torin and I were discussing my piece of crap car and how I wanted to fix it up so he didn’t have to give me a ride everywhere I wanted to go and because Zack would be starting school soon. He asked me if I could have any car, what would it be, and I told him I wanted a Range Rover Sport. I never thought, in a million years, he’d buy me one.
“Torin, you didn’t.”
A grin spreads across his handsome face. “I did. There is no way I was lettin’ you continue to drive that death trap.”
He barely gets the last word out of his mouth before I throw myself at him. Torin’s arms immediately wrap around me.
“I’m so happy,” I say with tears running down my face. “Thank you.”
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas, Torin.”