Epilogue
CHRISTMAS MORNING
BAZ
I never thought I’d be able to sleep with someone else in my bed every night until Zoe.
Since the night of the play, she’d also woken next to me every morning.
Today was no different except we were rudely interrupted by the unmistakable sound of glass breaking followed by the screeching yowl of an insistent tomcat.
Sprinting into the great room without a stitch on, I skidded to a halt inches away from shards of ornaments Zoe had brought over from her place.
Zoe had insisted putting up a Christmas tree—a real tree from my property.
We spent an afternoon hiking the snow-covered terrain until the perfect tree was found.
While I chopped it down, her R-rated catcalls made walking difficult as I hauled it back to the cabin.
Then later that day when I was out splitting wood, she came outside and told me about this fantasy she had after reading one of her favorite author's books and that she’d do just about anything for me if I fulfilled it for her.
She’d agreed to a dare I’d thought up on the spot after I’d removed my shirt for her and swung the axe for her viewing pleasure. The reward had been worth it.
The memory of her taking my cock into her mouth right there next to the woodpile, on her knees on the flannel shirt I’d removed, made me hard again just thinking about it.
The noises she made as she sucked and used her tongue to torment me, swirled around the head, down, and then up again.
“You’re killing me, Zoe.” My voice had cracked with each syllable as I came hard.
Any chance of frostbite had been worth it.
“What did he do?” Zoe’s shocked yet still sleepy voice knocked me back to the present.
“How could one cat do all that damage? Oh, no. Our poor tree.” She moved toward me and then stopped short.
“Are you kidding me right now? Don’t tell me you have a fetish for destroyed Christmas trees.
” Her tangled hair and sweet blush reminded me of what we’d done last night and what I wanted to do on repeat.
As she continued staring at my erection, which embarrassingly appeared from just the memory of our tree-hunting adventure, her mouth twisted into her signature smirk. Man, I loved her sassiness.
“You really want to tease me right now, Zoe? Or do you want to help me take care of this…situation?” I opened my arms wide and smiled. Yes, smiled.
“Sure, let me go get a broom.” She giggled, but before she could get two steps away, I hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her back against the front of my body.
“Oh, no, Ms. Riordan, that can wait.” I pressed my erection against her ass and was rewarded with a breathy moan.
My hands tunneled under the t-shirt she pulled on, one of mine, and I cupped her breasts, then thumbed her erect nipples until she rolled her hips.
“Open your legs wider, sweet Zoe.” Now this is how every morning should begin, I thought.
Pounding on the front door rang out. Dammit. Who the heck was up this early on Christmas morning? Besides that damn tomcat who attacked Zoe’s tree. “Don’t move. I’ll get rid of whoever it is.”
“Uh, Baz. You might want to reconsider your outfit.” Zoe ruined her deadpan expression by releasing a giggle.
Expelling a grunt, “Right. Thanks.” I stomped into our bedroom, yanked on my jeans and returned to the great room to find Zoe on her knees, the front door opened wide and a smaller version of Thomas wearing a red bow cradled in her arms.
“Look what Santa left us!” Zoe lifted up the fur ball for better viewing. This had Ridge’s doing all over it. Santa, my ass.
“Zoe, it’s freezing out. Come inside. Please.”
“And Lawerence?” She held the enraptured feline closer, who then proceeded to bury itself in her neck. I totally got the reaction. I’d rather be snuggled against her right now too.
Aw hell, I could hear the purring from across the room.
Zoe sent me a hopeful and sexy smile, the final nail in my coffin.
Dammit, she’d already named the damn thing. “Yeah, why not.” The more the merrier.”