Epilogue
One Year Later
"Oh, look at my cabin. Isn't it so beautiful?" Monroe grins at me playfully.
"Yes." I nod. "My cabin looks amazing."
Monroe laughs as I reach over and tickle her side. Monroe and I are spending our honeymoon in the little cabin north of Duhring Park this year. A year ago, she said yes, and we spent the entire Christmas weekend locked away, making plans for our future, much of which involved a lot of fucking.
For two people who have spent our lives living alone, we mesh well. Any time I get grumpy, Monroe has drawers full of sexy lingerie to turn my mood around, and we both remind each other to focus on the present, because as long as our future is together, we're set.
We spent this year living part-time in Maple Ridge as Monroe figured out her next steps with her job, and I got to know the important people in her life back home.
Her dad is a great guy, as is her stepmom.
They still don't understand why we aren't spending Christmas with them, but we made it a point to see them once a week for dinners so they can't really complain about the one holiday we're keeping to ourselves.
Monroe's last day of work was the week before our wedding.
Between the two of us, we have enough in our investments to live comfortably for the rest of our lives, but we want to have kids soon, so we're taking this next year to figure out what our plan is.
We might start a business together. First on the list is a trip to Europe to see if we like traveling.
In the meantime, we rented the cabin for another year, and we're alternating our living arrangements. It's weird and nomadic, but it works for us.
As we pull up to the side of the house, I look over at my beautiful wife and wonder what the hell I was thinking when I tried to send her away last year.
Monroe grins at me. "Good thing it started snowing before you made the biggest mistake of your life, huh?" she says, reading my mind, and I smile at her.
"Yes, a very good thing." I lean forward, planting my lips to hers. "Sorry for being a dick when we first met."
She wiggles her eyebrows at me. "Well, that dick came in handy later that night, so win-win."
I kiss her hard, moaning as my cock strains against my pants, ready to be buried deep inside my favorite place on earth.
Monroe pulls back, unbuckling her seatbelt. "I've got a suitcase full of nighties. Are you sure you can handle me this weekend?"
"Get inside," I growl.
Monroe's laugh hits me straight in the heart. I like to hear it multiple times a day. But then she shakes her head at me. "Nope. First, we're putting the tree up."
This year, we've decided to go a little more festive and start our own traditions together. We stopped in Duhring Park on our way up the mountain and visited with Scarlett, Levi, our nephew, and brand new little niece.
I reached out earlier this year and apologized for messing with their lives so many years ago.
Scarlett cried and then informed me it was because of pregnancy hormones, which made Monroe cry.
They've been best friends ever since, and I'm grateful to have a relationship with all the people I love again.
Today is Christmas Eve, so we dropped off presents for the kids, and Monroe was able to visit with her friends, Cora and Addy.
She's gotten to know Miranda pretty well, too.
In fact, she has more friends in Duhring Park than I do now, which is oddly comforting.
We spent two nights in the Nightmare Before Christmas cabin at Cora and Foster's rentals before heading up the mountain, and it was everything Monroe could have hoped for.
But apparently, now she's in the mood for Christmas.
I pull the 7-foot Christmas tree wrapped in a festive storage bag out of the van and drag it up the front steps.
On my second trip, I bring our luggage and a box of supplies into the cabin and go back out for the bin of ornaments that Monroe tucked away.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into a pink tree." I grimace when I unzip the tree bag, and Monroe giggles. "It looks like Barbie threw a pink kegger in here."
"I can't believe you did either. Especially on a year where we're making new traditions, which means this is the tree we are keeping until the end of time."
I grab my wife around her middle, pulling her toward me with a squeeze of her ass cheeks. "I'm manly enough for a pink tree every year."
"No, not...not yet." Monroe swats at me and dances away. "It's Christmas Eve. Which means, we only have a few hours to decorate, or Santa won't know where to put the presents. We need to decorate this tree first."
I eye her perfect ass, conveying my disgruntled irritation with her plan, and then turn to dutifully get the tree assembled. I will do anything for this woman, and she knows it.
Monroe opens her suitcase and then disappears into the bathroom as I get to work. About ten minutes later, I've got the tree set in the stand, and I turn as the door to the bathroom opens.
Monroe has chosen a completely see-through number with nothing underneath. I stalk toward her like a hound hot on the trail of his prey, but she puts her hand up quickly, halting me in my tracks.
"Uh-uh. You can't touch me. But you can enjoy the view." She prances away, her round, peachy ass on full display amid the sheer fabric and fluffy hem of her nightie.
I grin, my cock twitching. I love these games she plays with me. As much as we are like two puzzle pieces in everyday life, our sexual compatibility is off the charts, and we're helping each other find kinks we didn't know existed. For example, I had no idea I liked being deprived and teased.
"Once all the decorations are up, and the cocoa's been made, you get to unwrap me under that tree." Monroe bites her lip, her gaze flitting over my chest and down to my hard cock, visibly straining against my pants. "So get going, mister."
I stalk toward the kitchen, but stop on the other side of the counter and remove my jacket. I lay it neatly over the back of the stool at the banquette seating. Monroe's breath catches, and she steadies herself against the counter like she's anticipating me chasing her.
The truth is, I would never ruin her games. The foreplay is mind-blowing. Monroe edges me until I can barely stand it, and then she lets me fuck her.
But the way she's eyeing me tells me that it's just as difficult for her to show restraint as it is for me.
Well, two can play this game.
I reach behind my neck to pull off my T-shirt one-handed, and she sucks in a sharp breath.
"That gets me every time," Monroe says with a grin, her eyes hooded with lust as she watches me kick off my shoes and unbutton my jeans. I lower my pants and socks so that all I’m left in are my tight black boxer briefs.
Her pink tongue darts out, wetting her plump bottom lip.
"Mr. Jensen, can I find out what's stuffing that stocking of yours?" she asks with a coquettish little grin.
I grin and lower my underwear, my hard cock springing into action like he's trying to find home.
Monroe lets out a sexy, throaty whine, and then she narrows her eyes at me and abruptly turns away to grab the mugs.
"That's right. Keep yourself busy, so you don't have to look at me in all my naked glory." I grin, as she pointedly ignores me and my...stocking stuffer. I go over to the box of ornaments and open it.
These look like they might be from her childhood, so I am extra careful as I nestle them among the pink branches. When I get to a smaller box tucked at the bottom, I open it and childhood nostalgia washes over me.
"Hey, I remember these. These look like they're from... Are these mine?" I look up at Monroe, who grins at me.
"I texted your mom a couple months ago and asked her to send me anything she could find. She said these were your favorites."
I couldn't love this woman more if I tried. My heart swells, and I'm so grateful for her coming into my life and helping me realize what's most important.
Family. Love. Connection.
My cock is now standing straight out like Santa's north pole. Monroe's eyes get round, and I can tell she's squeezing her thighs together as she adds marshmallows to the cocoa.
By the time I put the last ornament on the tree, Monroe is practically bouncing up and down in the kitchen.
"Done!" I call out.
Monroe carefully sets two mugs on the table with a plate of cookies, and then my girl runs to me, jumping up and throwing her legs and arms around me like a sexy koala.
I grip her naked ass with both hands, kneading her cheeks. She moans, her breath in my ear. She grinds her soaked core against my stomach as we kiss in a clash of tongues, lips, and teeth. I kiss her neck, sucking on the tops of her breasts.
When I lay her down on the floor, her fiery red hair spreads out on the hot pink tree skirt, and I think I might be looking at my new favorite fantasy come true.
"Oh, Santa. I've been an awfully good girl this year. Did you bring me something nice?" Monroe looks at me with a cheeky pout, and I lower myself between her legs.
"Yes, I have something you're going to love, Mrs. Jensen."
Her cries of pleasure as my tongue finds her clit are the best gift I could imagine.
Merry Christmas to me...and a happily ever after.
Thank you so much for reading Mountain Man's Merry Grumpmas.