Epilogue Hayden
I wasn’t sure if I dreamed at all that night.
And if I did, it must’ve been about Diego, because that’s all that was on my mind as my eyes fluttered open.
I reached up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I glanced out the window.
The Texas sky was stained pink by the rising sun.
The clouds were still heavy and light snow drifted down, collecting on the roofs of Sagebrush.
It was like a scene out of a Christmas card.
As beautiful as it was, it couldn’t hold my attention for long.
Not when there was a naked, hunky cowboy snuggled against my back.
His strong arms were wrapped around me protectively, his body enveloping mine like I was some dainty thing that needed guarding.
Needless to say, I loved it. I wiggled backward against him, allowing myself to be swallowed up by him.
And that’s when I felt it. A thick, throbbing cock, wedged against my butt cheeks. Suddenly I had an idea for a last-minute Christmas gift for Diego.
Moving as slowly as I could so as not to disturb him, I grabbed the lube from the bedside table and squirted some into my hand.
Reaching back, I smeared some over my hole before grabbing Diego’s cock.
He groaned happily in his sleep, but didn’t wake, which was just what I wanted.
Covering his dick in lube, I aimed him toward me and sank backward once more.
The feeling of his thick cock pressing into me made my breath catch. I bit my lip as I worked him inside, inch by glorious inch, relishing the delicious burn and stretch. Diego’s breathing changed, growing heavier against my neck, but his eyes remained closed.
I moved slowly, carefully, taking him deeper until he was fully seated inside me. God, he felt incredible… hot and hard and filling me so perfectly I had to stifle a moan. I started a gentle rhythm, rocking back against him, clenching around his girth.
“Mmm,” Diego hummed, his arms tightening around me. “Is this a dream?”
I smiled to myself. “Merry Christmas,” I whispered, reaching back to run my fingers through his hair.
His eyes fluttered open, and I felt his body tense with awareness. “Holy shit, Hayden,” he groaned, his voice rough with sleep and arousal. “You’re really—”
“Yeah,” I breathed, pushing back more firmly. “That okay?”
Instead of answering, Diego’s hips surged forward, driving deeper into me. His hand slid down my stomach to wrap around my cock, already hard and leaking. “More than okay,” he murmured against my ear. “Best Christmas morning ever.”
“Good,” I replied, pushing back against him harder. “Fuck me nice and slow, okay?”
Diego’s hands tightened on my hips as he began to move in a languid rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure up my spine. The morning light filtering through the window caught the dust motes in the air, making them dance like tiny stars as Diego and I moved together.
“You feel so good,” he whispered against my neck, his stubble tickling my skin. “And you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I reached back to thread my fingers through his hair, tugging gently as he hit that perfect spot inside me. “I wanted to give you something special to remember our first Christmas together.”
Diego chuckled, the vibration of his chest against my back sending shivers through me. “You’re already the best gift I’ve ever unwrapped.”
His hand worked my cock in time with his thrusts, thumb swiping over the sensitive head, collecting the pre-cum that had formed there. I bit my lip to keep from crying out too loudly. I didn’t want to break the stillness and magic of this morning together.
“Keep going,” I whispered, pushing back against him. “Don’t stop, Diego.”
He grunted softly, picking up the pace just a little. His cock dragged against my prostate with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. The warmth of his skin against mine, the sound of his breathing getting more ragged as we fucked… it was intoxicating.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” Diego whispered, his voice strained. “You feel too damn good.”
I clenched around him deliberately, savoring his gasp. “Then don’t hold back. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
His rhythm faltered for a moment before he regained control. “You sure?”
“It’s Christmas,” I panted. “And I want all of you.”
That was all it took. Diego’s movements became more purposeful, more intense. His hand worked my cock with increasing urgency while his other arm held me tight against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat hammering against my back, matching my own frantic pulse.
The pressure was building inside me, that familiar tightening that meant I was close. Diego must have sensed it because he angled his hips just right, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust.
“Cum for me, Hayden,” he growled in my ear. “Let me feel you.”
My orgasm crashed over me without warning. I bit down on the pillow to muffle my cry as I spilled over his hand and onto the sheets. My body clenched around him, and I heard Diego’s breath catch.
“Holy shit,” he groaned, and then he was cumming too, his hips stuttering against mine as he emptied himself inside me.
We lay there afterward, panting, his arms still wrapped around me and his pulsing cock still inside. Neither of us wanted to move, to break the connection we’d formed.
“That,” Diego finally said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder, “was the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten. And I didn’t even have to open anything.”
I laughed, feeling warm and sated and happier than I’d been in... maybe ever. “I feel wide open,” I joked.
“Good,” he replied, nipping at my earlobe. “Hopefully you like what I got for you.”
I turned in his arms to face him, wincing slightly as his cock slipped out of me. His eyes were bright, his face flushed, and his hair a mess. He looked absolutely perfect.
“You did?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “What is it?”
Diego grinned, that cocky smile that had first caught my attention. “Not telling. You’ll have to wait and see.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling back. “Fine. Be that way.” I paused for a long moment. “D’you think Dolly has coffee going in the diner? Even though it’s closed today?”
“Of course she does,” Diego replied. “This is her home and you’re family. I bet she’s even got presents for you under the tree.”
“We should go downstairs and see,” I suggested, running my fingers through his dark hair. “Though I didn’t really think I’d be doing much celebrating here, so I didn’t shop at all…”
“You being here is gift enough for her,” Diego said, kissing me softly. “But we should probably shower first.”
I glanced down at the mess we’d made and laughed. “Yeah, probably.”
The shower was quick but thorough, both of us washing away the evidence of our morning activities. Diego kept stealing kisses, his hands wandering over my wet skin like he couldn’t get enough. I didn’t mind one bit.
“Keep that up and we’ll never make it downstairs,” I warned as his fingers trailed down my stomach.
“Would that be so bad?” he asked, pressing me against the tile wall.
“Yes, because I want coffee,” I laughed, pushing him away playfully. “And I’m curious about this mystery present.”
Diego relented with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Coffee first, then presents.”
We dressed in comfortable clothes, jeans and sweaters appropriate for Christmas morning. I noticed Diego seemed nervous as we headed downstairs, fidgeting with something in his pocket when he thought I wasn’t looking.
The diner was quiet and dark, closed for the holiday, but light spilled from Dolly’s private kitchen at the back. The smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls filled the air, making my stomach growl.
“There you are!” Dolly exclaimed when we walked in. She was already dressed in a festive red sweater with reindeer on it, her gray hair perfectly styled despite the early hour. “Merry Christmas, boys!”
“Merry Christmas, Aunt Dolly,” I said, accepting her bone-crushing hug.
“Coffee’s hot and breakfast is almost ready,” she said, gesturing to diner counter that was already set for three. In the corner the large Christmas tree was twinkling with lights and surrounded by a handful of wrapped packages that hadn’t been there the night before.
“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” I said, feeling a pang of guilt that I hadn’t gotten her anything substantial.
“Hush now,” she replied, waving away my concern. “It’s Christmas, and I’ve got my favorite nephew and his handsome boyfriend here. That’s all the gift I need.”
Diego winked at me as if to say, “Told you so,” before accepting his own hug from Dolly.
“Let me help with breakfast,” I offered, but Dolly shooed me toward the stools.
“Sit. Both of you. This is my kitchen, and on Christmas morning, nobody helps but me.”
We did as we were told, settling at the small table while Dolly bustled around, humming Christmas carols under her breath. Diego’s knee pressed against mine under the counter, a small point of contact that somehow felt significant.
“So,” I said quietly, “about this present you supposedly got me. I’m dying of curiosity.”
Diego’s smile widened, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes that I hadn’t expected. “All in good time, Freckles. Let’s eat first.”
I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously but didn’t push it. Whatever it was had him on edge, which only made me more curious. I sipped my coffee instead, savoring the rich flavor as Dolly set plates of cinnamon rolls, bacon, and eggs in front of us.
“This looks amazing,” I told her, genuinely impressed by the spread.
“Just a little Christmas breakfast,” she said with a wink. “Nothing fancy.”
We ate amid comfortable conversation, Dolly regaling us with stories of Christmases past and town gossip. The diner might have been closed, but Dolly seemed to know exactly who and what everyone in Sagebrush was doing for the holiday.