Epilogue
ONE CHRISTMAS LATER…
KAYLEIGH
“The tree is looking lovely, Dr. Kayleigh Bishop,” Elliot says as he comes up behind me, wrapping both arms around my waist as I thread a hook through another ornament.
We never got around to putting up a tree last Christmas.
By the time we got back to Bishop Ranch, we were too busy losing all our clothes to remember the tree.
But this year, Elliot wanted to make sure I had the tree I desired before we headed to Evergreen Pass to join my family for the holidays next week.
I still remember the warm way they welcomed Elliot when I showed up at the cabin with a plus one. Not a single family member had the decency to look surprised by my sudden appearance. It’s as though they all knew I was coming right back.
Alida still ribs Elliot about being my ex-boyfriend’s dad, but neither of us are all that bothered by her teasing. Especially since he fits in so seamlessly. It’s as though Elliot was always a part of this mismatched clan, even before we were married.
Life is so fucking good.
“I’ll never finish decorating if you keep distracting me,” I say, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck.
“Maybe you just need a break,” he says, slipping a hand into the waistband of my leggings. “All this wetness,” he growls.
“I’m always wet around you.”
I sink back against him, moaning softly as his hand roams leisurely through my folds. My hips gently rock to his rhythm. When he inserts a finger into my channel, I go up on tiptoes. I arch into his touch, desperate for more.
It’s been a year, and I still can’t get enough of this man.
He’s not just great with making me come—though that is one of his finest talents.
He’s incredibly supportive of my dreams. He encouraged me through my last semester, helped me study, and allowed me to shadow Doc Albertson every chance I could.
Needless to say, that veterinarian is top tier compared to the asshat that tried to argue with me last Christmas.
Doc Albertson agreed to stay on until I complete my current internship, before he hands the reins over to me.
Elliot also let me decorate the sad palace and turn it into our happy, life-filled home.
God I love this man.
Pleasure heightens as his hand works its delicious magic, and I explode hard and fast. He holds me tight against him as my body rocks violently from the pleasure overload. I cry out his name, and Meatloaf shoots out of hiding spot in the Christmas tree.
“Creepy, but okay,” I say on a laugh.
“He likes to watch,” Elliot says.
“Don’t remind me.”
Elliot sucks my juices from his fingers, and my ass brushes against his hard erection. It doesn’t matter that my legs are wobbly, or that I’ve been assaulted with a potent orgasm and still have yet to catch my breath. I want more.
I bend over to fish another ornament from the box, pushing my bottom against Elliot’s cock.
His hands grip my hips, and in seconds, my leggings are down around my ankles.
“Am I in trouble?” I ask, feigning innocence as I look over my shoulder. I watch him free his cock and fist it a couple of times.
“You’re always in trouble, Kay.”
“I am permanently on the naughty list.”
“I wouldn’t want to be on it alone,” he says right before shoving his cock home inside me.