EPILOGUE
JJ—
It’s our second Christmas at the farm, and this Christmas morning there are eight puppies who have grown into adorable young dogs, plus their mother and father all lying around the fire, snoozing.
“This is for you, sweetheart,” I say, pulling a package from under the tree. My baby tears into it like it might disappear if she doesn’t get it open right away.
“What is it?” she asks.
I grin. “You’re going to have it opened before I can tell you. Damn girl, good thing I didn’t waste time with ribbons and bows. Not that I could do that fancy wrapping.”
She rips it open and pulls the cover off, then holds them up. “Leather chaps! Oh, my God, JJ. I’ve really, really wanted a pair! Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
“How do I put these on?” She holds them against her legs. Since it's Christmas morning and we just rolled out of bed, she’s only dressed in a tee shirt and panties.
“You don’t have any jeans on,” I state the obvious.
“So? I want to try them on.”
I stop arguing, since she’s sexy as hell, and reach my hands around her hips to pull the belt across them.
I buckle it, and it frames her crotch and lace panties like some kind of kinky erotic bondage, and I curse myself for not thinking this gift through.
Once they’re on, I know I’m going to want to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to bed, rip those lace panties off, and fuck her with nothing but the damn leather chaps on her body.
With thoughts of that image in my brain, my hands skate along her inner thigh, wrapping the leather around one of her legs, and my dick gets hard.
Her breath hitches at my touch, and I can’t help the surge of desire that floods through me. Even after over a year together, it’s like we just met, and I’m as turned on by her as I was the first time I laid eyes on her in that sexy sweater dress—the one I’ve made her wear a bunch of times since.
I connect the zipper and zip the leather sides together.
Then I repeat on the other leg, but this time, my eyes lock with hers as I run my hand along her thigh.
Once I get them on and she adjusts the buckle across her hips, I’m cursing myself for buying the things. She looks too damn sexy in them, and the last thing I want are my brothers ogling her every time we go riding. But, fuck, she looks phenomenal in them.
I stand, and she plasters her body to me and takes my face in her hands, kissing me.
“I love them, JJ. Absolutely love them.”
“Good.” It’s worth it to see the happiness lighting her eyes.
“I have a gift for you, too.” She grabs it from under the tree and hands me a flat little box.
I tear it open and push the tissue paper aside, then frown. Inside is a white baby onesie. I hold it up, dropping the box to the floor. My daddy rides motorcycles is printed in bold lettering on the front.
“You okay, baby? You look a little shell-shocked,” Rebecca whispers.
I feel a little shell-shocked. Maybe a lot shell-shocked. My eyes meet hers, then drop to her flat belly. “For real? You’re pregnant?”
She nods, smiling. “I hope you’re happy about this, because this Christmas I’m kind of a package deal. You may not have wanted to be a part of a family, but you’ve got one now, honey.”
“When are you due?”
“The doctor says June 6th.”
I know how much she wanted children, and thank God it’s come true for her—for us. My eyes sting, but I fight it and pick her up and whirl her around. “Yeehaw!”
She shrieks. “JJ! Put me down.”
“Nope.” With that, I heft her higher and put her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she squeals.
I smack her mostly bare ass. “Takin’ my woman to bed. She’s been a naughty girl, hidin’ stuff from me. Now she’s on Santa’s naughty list and gonna pay the price. Ho ho ho.” I smack her again, and she squeals with laughter.
“I love my new chaps, Santa,” she calls out as I take her through the bedroom doorway.
“I’m gonna love ‘em, too. Let me show you how much.”
I hope you enjoyed Rebecca and JJ’s story. I had such fun writing it.