Chapter 19
CHAPTER 19
CHRISTOPHER
“ W akey, wakey Mr.Claus.” a soft voice whispers over my cheek.
I slowly blink my eyes open, and almost have a fucking heart attack when my eyes land on Josie.
She’s dressed in a tight, red Mrs. Claus dress that hugs her hips and accentuates her curves, especially with the white fur trim around the neckline and hem. She rocks from side to side smiling at me. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a loose bun, complete with a sparkly hair clip shaped like a star. She looks every bit the part of Santa’s wife, and it’s all I can do to keep my jaw from dropping.
“Ho, ho, ho,” she sing-songs, her voice playful and teasing. “Did someone forget to set their alarm this morning?”
I sit up, still half-asleep but fully aroused. “Josie… what are you doing?”
She steps closer, her hips swaying seductively. “Oh, Santa, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what day it is. It’s Christmas morning! And you have to spread these legs, before you go spread that Christmas cheer.”
Her fingers trail along the edge of her dress, skimming over her hips, and I feel a surge of heat rush through me, because fuck she looks like the best present I have ever gotten in my life, and it takes every fiber of my being not to rip that dress off of her.
“Mrs. Claus has some very special gifts for you this year,” she purrs, dropping to her knees beside the bed. Her gaze never leaves mine, smoldering with desire. “But first… let’s see if we can get Mr. Claus out of his pajamas.”
Before I can react, she’s tugging at the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down just enough to expose my hardening length. I groan, my body betraying me as she wraps her hand around me, her touch firm yet gentle.
“Mmm, looks like someone’s excited for Christmas, too,” she teases, her breath warm against my skin as she leans in closer.
I can’t help but reach out, my fingers brushing against the exposed skin of her thigh. “Josie, you’re killing me here.”
She laughs softly, as she looks at me through her eyelashes. “Good. I want you wanting more.”
She shifts her position, her lips hovering just above my tip. Her tongue flicks out, tasting me, and I nearly lose it right then and there.
“Josie… please…” I manage to pant, my hands gripping the sheets for support.
She doesn’t answer, just continues her slow, deliberate descent. Her mouth envelops me, sucking gently as her hand pumps in rhythm. I’m lost in the sensation, barely aware of anything beyond the warmth of her mouth and the wet heat surrounding me.
“Fuck… Josie…” I groan, my head falling back against the pillow.
She takes that as her cue to increase the pace, her hand moving faster as her mouth devours me. Every stroke, every suck, pushes me closer to the edge. I can feel the tension building inside me, threatening to explode.
“Josie, I’m gonna…”
But she doesn’t stop. Instead, she pulls off me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not yet, baby.”
She stands, swaying her hips again as she moves around to the other side of the bed. I watch, transfixed, as she climbs onto the mattress, positioning herself between my legs. Her dress rides up, revealing the curve of her ass and the tops of her stockings.
“Lie back, Saint Nicholas,” she commands, her voice firm but inviting.
I comply, sinking back into the pillows, my eyes following her every move. She straddles me, her weight pressing down on my thighs as she lowers herself onto my cock. The feeling is incredible, her wet heat enveloping me completely.
“God, Josie…” I groan, arching my back slightly as she begins to move. “You feel like heaven, baby.”
“Mmm,” She shakes her hair, and I dig my hands into her hips.“Fuck, baby.”
She rides me slowly at first, savoring the sensation, her breasts bouncing with each motion. Her hands rest on my chest, her nails lightly grazing my skin. I feel like I’m drowning in her, every inch of my body alive with need.
“Harder,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire.
She complies, picking up the pace as she bounces on me. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mixing with our ragged breaths. I reach up, cupping her breasts, squeezing gently as I thrust up into her.
“Chris… oh God…” she moans, her head falling back as she loses control.
I match her rhythm, driving deeper with each thrust. Our movements become frantic, desperate, as we chase the ultimate release.
“Josie, I’m so close…” I gasp, my muscles tightening with the approach of climax.
She meets my gaze, her eyes dark with lust. “Cum for me, Santa. Fill me up.”
Those words push me over the edge. I let out a guttural shout, my hips snapping up as I cum inside her. She follows soon after, her body shuddering as she clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Stop being gross and come open presents, you two!” Abby yells up the stairs, her voice full of exasperation and a hint of amusement. “Caleb is waiting, and I can’t wait to see what you got me!”
Josie rolls her eyes playfully and lets out a soft laugh. “Looks like we're being summoned.”
I brush her hair back gently, with a tight smile on my face. “Guess we better go.” But
I don’t move. Instead, I pepper kisses along her cheek, nose, and landing on her lips—giving her a long, lingering kiss that makes her curl her fingers in my chest.
“Come on now! She’s already pregnant!” Caleb’s voice rings through the door, and I groan against her lips.
"Okay, okay," She murmurs, breaking the kiss and eyes shining as she looks up at me. “Let's go before Abby decides to come up here and drag us down herself.”
Josie changes into a white fluffy sweater and Christmas light pants, while I put on a Grinch pajama set Abby brought me two years ago.
Josie skips over, balancing on her tiptoes, her face mischievous as she aims for a kiss. But instead of a sweet peck, she flicks her tongue over my lips. I growl, trying to catch her, but she ducks away, her laughter bouncing off the walls. “Alright, the first one down is a rotten egg!”
Josie throws a playful glance over her shoulder as she bolts toward the stairs, but. I’m right on her heels. “You think you can outrun me?” I tease, lunging forward.
My hands close around her waist, and with a mock roar, I hoist her up and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals, her laughter coming out in uncontrollable bursts as she playfully pummels my back with her fists.
“Christopher!” she shrieks, giggling, and I smack her ass only making her squirm in my arms. Her voice echoes as I carry her down the stairs, taking them two at a time, her hair swishing and her protests only making me spank her harder.
Once we hit the bottom, I gently set her down, both of us breathless and beaming. I look down at her with a smug grin. “I win. ”
“You cheated.” She huffs, walking towards the kitchen. The smell of French toast and cinnamon wafts through the air, and I can hear Caleb’s voice from the kitchen, teasing Abby as he flips the pancakes with practiced ease.
Abby swings her legs as she sits on the counter, eating an iced Christmas tree cookie. She is wearing a Christmas sweater that is a little too big for her but somehow looks perfect on her. I grin as I sit down beside her, and Josie pulls up a stool.
“About time,” Abby grumbles, though her lips can’t help but twitch into a smile. “I was starting to think you two were never coming down.”
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” I smile, stealing a piece of French toast and taking a bite with a teasing grin.
“No you’re not, don’t lie.” Caleb snorts, and Josie’s cheeks beat a pretty bright red, I want to see how down it goes.
“No, I'm not sorry. I was just being polite.” I shrug.
Caleb turns around sliding the last piece of French toast on the pile in the middle of the table. “When have you ever been polite?”
“Call it the Christmas spirit,” I shrug winking at Josie, whose eyes widen in horror as she twists her hands.
“Oh, is that what we’re call your d-”
Josie lunges across the table covering his mouth with her hands. “Now, who’s ready to see what’s under the tree?”
Abby’s eyes light up, and she practically trips over her feet skipping to the living room. “I thought you’d never ask!”
Josie and I follow, with plates, forks and syrup into the living room. Just as we turn the corner, we see that Abby has already grabbed the first one she could reach and ripped the paper off with excitement. She whips out a silver Chanel bag Josie had insisted on buying Abby.
“Shut up!” She looks at Josie with crazed eyes. “Josie?”
“Merry Christmas.” Josie smiles sweetly, placing the syrup on the coffee table.
“You are going to be a perfect mom!” Abby squeals, looking at her bag with awe.
I take that as my cue, moving toward the back closet where I’ve hidden her real surprise. With a fake, hurt glare, I maneuver Abby’s present out and turn to face her, a huge pink box in my hands. Tiny holes dot the top, and a gold bow sits perfectly in place. “Well, I guess I’m just chopped liver, then.”
Abby raises her eyebrows, taking the gift from me with a playful grin. “Well, let’s see if your gift can top Josie’s.” She lifts the lid slowly, her breath catching when she sees what’s inside.
Abby slowly lips the top, and gasps when she sees what was inside. It’s a small dog, a fluffy golden retriever puppy with big brown eyes. The little puppy wiggles in the box, and Abby’s hands shake as she lifts the puppy up.
“Oh my god, Uncle Chris! You did not! A dog?!” she exclaimed, her voice cracking as her eyes filled with tears. “What’s his name?”
“Boomer!” Josie smiles, walking over to scratch the top of his head.
“I love him,” Abby coos, cuddling up to the puppy, before looking at me with big eyes. “Thank you. ”
The moment is broken by Caleb, who came in from the kitchen, holding a large plate of French toast in one hand and a spatula in the other. “Alright, alright, let’s not get too emotional here, folks. I didn’t slave over breakfast for you all to sit around crying. Food’s ready!”
“Thanks for breakfast, though, man,” I say, my stomach growling.
We dig into the food, laughing, joking, and exchanging stories. Boomer begging everyone for a piece, and getting distracted by his toys in the corner of the room. When Abby finishes her breakfast, she looks at me with cautious eyes.
I place my plate down and lean in closer to her. “Abby, what’s wrong?”
“I have a present for you, Uncle Chris!” She whispers. “And I—uh, I want to ask both of you something. Something important.”
My chest tightens, the last time Abby wanted to ask me a question with that look in her eye, she wanted to find my sister, her mother, and I had to explain to her what addiction is.
Abby takes a deep breath. “Well… I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. You're… everything to me. I don’t know where I’d be without you. You’ve been there for me through all the hard times, and you never gave up on me.”
Her voice trembles slightly as she pulls an envelope out of her back pocket, handing it to me, her eyes bright with emotion. “Uncle Chris… I want you to adopt me. I want you to be my dad. Because you’re the only dad I’ve ever really known, and I know Josie and you are forming your own family, but I want to be a part of it, if you want me to?”
My breath hitches in my chest. I can see the nerves in Abby’s face, her fingers twisting together. I open the envelope, the adoption paper, already signed by Abby in my hands. “First, dad or not, there is no way you would not be a part of this family. You were always going to be an older sister to the triplets….but now, this? I… I don’t know what to say. You’ve already stolen my heart, sweetheart. I would be honored to be your dad.”
Abby’s face lights up, and tears fill her eyes as she flings herself into my arms, burying her face in my chest. “Thank you, thank you so much,” she whispers, her voice breaking.
Josie takes out her phone, a painfully large smile on her face as she takes pictures of the two of us hugging, and me signing the adoption papers. “Come here Mama Josie!” Abby smiles, pulling Josie into a bear hug.
Josie
Later that night, after the house had quieted down and Abby had gone on a walk with her new puppy, Christopher and I found ourselves alone on the couch. The Christmas lights cast a warm glow across the living room, and the fire crackled softly in the hearth. Caleb was in the kitchen, cleaning up the remains of our holiday feast, leaving us in our little bubble of warmth and comfort.
I lean into Christopher’s side, my head resting on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me close, and I can feel his heartbeat beneath his sweater—steady, strong, and reassuring. I close my eyes, soaking in the feeling of being safe and loved, allowing the joy of the day to wash over me .
“Josie,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm. My heart skips a beat, and I tilt my head to look up at him. The firelight flickering in his eyes, and there is something intense, almost vulnerable, in his gaze.
“Yeah?” I ask softly, my voice barely a whisper.
Christopher’s fingers gently brush through my hair, his eyes searching mine. “You know how much I love you, right?” His voice thick with emotion, and my heart racing so fast, I feel out of breath.
“Of course, I do.” A small smile spread across my lips. “I love you too. More than anything.”
His smile is soft, almost wistful, like there is something weighing on his heart. He takes a deep breath, his fingers lacing through mine. “I’ve been thinking about something,” he murmurs quietly.
My stomach flutters with anticipation. “What is it?”
He holds my gaze for a long moment, then reaches into his pocket. My eyes widen when he pulls out a small, velvet box, and slides off the couch onto the floor, on one knee. My breath catches in my throat, and my heart leaps into a frantic rhythm.
“Christopher… what…?” I start, my voice faltering.
He gently shushes me, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as he opens the box to reveal a delicate diamond ring. The stone sparkles, catching the firelight in the most dazzling way that I can’t look away from it.
“Josie,” Christopher begins, his voice trembling slightly, even though he's trying his best to stay steady. His eyes are locked onto mine, intense and unwavering. “I need you to know something.” He takes a deep breath, and I can see the way his chest rises and falls, as if he’s gathering every ounce of courage which makes me want to giggle because the answer would never be no. “From the moment I first saw you, I’ve been obsessed. You walked into my life, and everything changed. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Hell, I still can’t.”
His fingers tighten around mine. “But it wasn’t just about how incredible you are on the ice or how beautiful you are. It was everything about you. Your strength, your laughter, the way you make every room feel brighter.”
I swallow hard, my heart racing in my chest as he continues, his words weaving a spell around me.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says, his voice growing steadier with conviction. “I want to be there for you through everything, every moment. And I want to be your partner in every way, for as long as we both live.”
He pauses, his eyes glistening with an intensity that takes my breath away. “You are it for me, Josie. You always have been. And I don’t want to waste another second without you knowing that.”
I can’t breathe. I’m speechless, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through me. My eyes fill with tears, and all I can do is stare at him, my heart pounding.
“Will you marry me?” he asks, his sincerity shining in his eyes. His hand shakes slightly as he holds the ring up, waiting for my answer.
“Yes,” I choke out, tears streaming down my face. “Oh my fucking god, yes. I’ll marry you. ”
He jumps up pulling me into a kiss that starts off soft but quickly deepens into a kiss full of love and promise. I melt into him, my hands sliding around his neck, pulling him closer as my heart soars.