Bonus Epilogue
A Nonsense Christmas, Sabrina Carpenter
Next Christmas
Livie
I’m not entirely sure how I ended up married to the tidiest man in the world. I never thought I would complain about it either, but the truth is that I’m the complete opposite of that. If you were to set a blender on high without a top, then set it on top of a vacuum robot, you’d get me. I’ve tried for months to learn from him and keep my stuff neatly to no avail. Alex, being the perfect gentleman he is, of course doesn’t say anything about it. He doesn’t even look at my trail of discarded clothes as I’m trying to find the perfect outfit to wear or at the six glasses currently taking residence on my nightstand. Nope, he just picks them up and puts them in the sink—he even washes them, too. It drives me insane because if the roles were reversed, I’m sure I would be complaining about it. Maybe one day I’ll learn, or maybe I won’t, and he’s just destined to pick up after me for the rest of our lives.
I guess there is a part of me that’s learning, because I’m currently putting away some of the clothes I won’t be wearing until spring. The Livie from last year would be leaving them piled on the dresser instead of putting them in the garage as I’m doing right now. Florida finally decided to bless us with a winter this year. If you can even call it that. It’s better than the ninety degree hell we’ve had since August, but still not coat and gloves materials. I guess another trip to the mountains is in store for us so I can wear my boots happily.
The stack of totes on the metal shelving Alex installed a few months ago are entirely too high for me, so I think I can just leave mine here and put a sign for him to put away on his next ‘tidying stroll.’ I open the small closet door in the garage to find a piece of paper when I see his old football jersey hanging in there. I didn’t even know he got it out of the box he was keeping it in, but this is a change in the right direction. It took him weeks to even talk to me about football and how much it meant to him, let alone display any of his things. So seeing this jersey here—and freshly washed by the smell of it—is a pleasant surprise. I told him I wanted to wear it to a game one day, and he just smiled and nodded. So maybe, just maybe, I should wear it now instead.
I pull my sweatshirt and my bra off, letting the girls out freely—something unusual for me but that he loves. I slide the jersey over my head, letting it cover most of my body. Bonus points of marrying the giant broad quarterback, his clothes fit me even as a plus size girlie. I take off my leggings, leaving my cotton red panties and the high top socks I had on. I shake my hair out of the ponytail I had in and let it fall around my face gently. If I had a mirror here, I would take a look, but I think I like it better knowing Alex will be the first to see me in this state.
I walk into our house, stepping through the dark hallway and into our bedroom. Alex is sitting on top of the bed, sweatpants hanging low on his hips with his legs sprawled open forming a triangle. He has a fitted white shirt that stretches perfectly over his chest as one of his arms is folded behind his head, and the other is holding a book. It’s the book he grabbed this morning, and for the looks of it, he’s more than halfway through it. This is one of my favorite types of days; when he’s not out somewhere sharing his gifts with the world or when I’m not at the hospital. Easy and laid back days, with nowhere to be and nothing to do.
I clear my throat as I lean against the door frame and cross my arms over my chest. He looks up from his book as his eyes open wide when he notices what I’m wearing. His jersey hitting me right below my ass, high socks and a smile. “I found my new favorite piece of clothing,” I purr.
“Your favorite? This is about to be my favorite, too. Fuck Livie, turn around.” Alex sits up, putting his book down, still open on the page he was reading and gives me his full attention. I turn around as slow as I can, lifting the jersey slowly off my ass so he can see the tiny red fabric covering half of my ass as he reads his last name on my back. He groans when he notices either —or both—and I know even before seeing him that his crystal blue eyes are darkening. Nothing gets that man more turned on than seeing something marking me as his. Wedding ring, briefs, or whatever else. It drives him wild and I love doing it.
“You like?” I ask, lifting my eyebrows at him and smiling knowingly.
“Come here, you temptress.”
I walk slowly, following his command and stopping when I make it to the edge of the bed. I grab the book and read the title out loud. “‘Iced Out’ by Veronica Eden. Sounds interesting. Are you liking it?”
His pupils dilate as desire fills his eyes, With a raspy voice, he says, “Yes I do, but not as much as I like the sight of you with my jersey holding a book by one of my favorite authors.”
“How much more would you like it if I were to spread these pages open and read it to you?” I’m feeling more confident than usual, and it must be a combination of this man’s eyes on me and knowing how unraveled he is just by me wearing his name on my back.
He lifts his eyebrows and gives me a playful smirk. “Go ahead, Liv, read some of that to me.”
I love the challenge in his tone, so I read the first sentence on the page he was reading. “Oh how fitting, she’s wearing his jersey here, too. Love that for you.”
“One of my favorite tropes,” he replies nonchalantly, crawling on top of the bed until he gets to the edge and pulls me down to join him on it. “Keep reading.”
“A groan scrapes my throat as my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips,” I read out loud as I feel the heat rising up my body, warming me up from the inside out and making my cheek flush. He nods encouraging me to keep going, so I do. “I kiss my way to her neck.” I stop because now his mouth is on my neck too, kissing it and licking drawing a moan out of me.
“Keep reading, Liv or I’ll stop,” he whispers against my hot skin.
“Pausing there to pay attention to the spot that makes her shudder. She grips my hair—” I’m interrupted by Alex pulling my hand away from the book and placing it on his hair, I guess wanting me to pull. When I do, he groans and goes back to my neck. “I work a knee between her thighs and waste no time sliding my fingers over her pussy to tease her.” Fuck, he’s doing just that as he presses against my clit. “Alex, I won’t be able to keep reading if you keep touching me this way.”
“Why, Livie? You’re helping me live all of my fantasies right now.” He pulls his hand out of my panties and I pout, giving him puppy eyes and hoping he won’t stop. “If you stop reading, I stop doing,” he explains, answering my silent plea.
“I can’t. I can’t read. It feels too good,” I moan.
His eyes spark with mischief as he lays me down and kisses me softly on the lips. “I have an idea.” He hops off the bed and walks to my side of the bed, opening the bottom drawer and grabbing two of my toys. One is a pink dildo he loves to play with me with, and the other is a little silver bullet I love to hold over my clit. Our favorite toys. He hands them both to me as he takes the book away from my hands and says, “Follow along with those, and no matter what happens, you don’t come until she comes.”
“Until who comes?” I ask dumbfounded.
“Maya, Easton’s girl.” Alex picks up the book to show me and I laugh softly at the fact he thinks we’re going to play while he reads to me. He crawls up my body, biting me softly on my neck and continues lowering kisses until he reaches my breast. He notices I don’t have a bra on and groans as he opens his mouth wide over my nipple sucking both the jersey and nipple into his mouth. The roughness of his jersey in contrast with his mouth is more than I can handle. I arch my back against him, making him smile. He kisses over my belly, lifting the jersey up to my belly button and then pulling my panties off with his teeth. He tosses them out and smiles wide. “You’re soaked, Liv. The panties were drenched, too, and I can see you glistening between your legs. Open up for me, Mrs. Haddock,” he commands, and when I do, he hums in approval.
“Touch yourself with those two as I read to you,” Alex adds. When I turn on my bullet, placing it over my clit and gasping at the cold and perfect sensation, he picks the book back up and starts to read. “She wraps her legs around me and tilts her hips to rub against my cock.” He pauses, looking up and nodding at the dildo in my hand. I do as he implies and rub it right at my entrance as he continues, “Air punches out of me in a rush as the tip enters her again.”
I slide it in, moaning loudly the minute the tip hits that perfect spot. Alex stops reading and I look up to find his eyes on me and his tongue on his lip. “Do you want me to stop, Alex?” I pant.
“Absolutely not. You look so damn good, Liv. Damn good,” he replies, palming his dick over his pants.
“Then keep reading, honey.”
He chuckles as he brings the book back up and continues, “You look so damn good sitting on my cock, baby. She goes still for a moment, staring at me like she’s seeing me for the first time. I caress her thigh soothingly.” He brings his hand up my thigh and squeezes as he finishes reading that sentence.
I drive the vibrator in and out a couple of more times before closing my legs around it as my release finds me. “Oh god,” I shout, pulling it out of me and shaking on the spot. I come down from my high, my breath slowing as I open my eyes and find Alex smiling at me. “What?”
“That was the hottest experience of my life, Liv and I barely even touched you.” He puts the book on the bed and stands up.
“I mean you can touch me now, though,” I mention as I pull his hand, getting him closer to me. I sit up, still jittery and pull down his sweats, his dick springing free to attention.
“What happens next, Alex? Does anyone come in that story? Because I clearly finished before we found out,” I tease him. He chuckles as he pulls me by my ankles.
“I don’t know because I haven’t finished it, but I’m sure they will—Easton has made her come first through the whole book.”
“She always finishes first?” I ask, teasing him more.
“She always does, as she should.”
“So you learned a thing or two from those books, huh?”
“The best advice I have given other men is that, in order to know what women like, we must just read the books written by them. So yeah, I’ve learned a thing or two. Now, can I fuck you and make you come instead of the fictional characters, Liv?” Alex asks, rubbing his hands over my thighs.
“I thought you’d never ask.”