A Hot Holiday Collection

Extra Epilogue

EXTRA EPILOGUE

LELAND

“ I t’s Christmas,” Olivia muttered, waving her hand in front of her face. “Why the heck is it so hot?”

I chuckled as I strolled outside and over to her chair, handing her a cold glass of water. “It’s Vegas, baby.”

She huffed grumpily as she sat up from the pool lounger and took the glass. Then she drained half of it and sighed.

While she was up, I swung my leg over the back of the chair and sat down behind her. My arms went around her, and I rested my chin on her shoulder while splaying my hands over her large belly.

“Are you sure it’s the temperature outside making you hot, baby?” I whispered in her ear, grinning when she shivered.

Olivia was insatiable when she was pregnant, which I had zero complaints about.

“What do you expect when you walk around with nothing but those stupid swim trunks that don’t leave anything to the imagination and hang so low that I want to lick the delicious V you display so freaking shamelessly?”

I swallowed another chuckle, knowing it might upset her since her hormones made her cry at the drop of a hat.

“You started it, with this itty-bitty scrap of fabric,” I growled as I glided my hands up to cup her big, soft tits.

Olivia moaned and leaned back into me, then suddenly stiffened and tried to sit up. But I held her against me, giving her breasts a gentle squeeze before brushing my thumbs over her nipples.

“Leland! What if the kids?—”

“Your parents took them Christmas shopping,” I assured her in a low, seductive tone.

She relaxed and turned her head to the side, offering me her sweet lips.

I covered her mouth with my own and kissed her deeply, counting to play with her overly sensitive tits.

After a few minutes, I pulled away and winked at her when she pouted. I swiftly rose to my feet and scooped my wife into my arms, then strode to the stairs that went down into the shallow end of our pool.

“What are you doing?” she squealed when I walked her straight into the cool water.

I grinned. “You said you were hot.”

“Yeah, but?—”

“I’m about to get you a fuck of a lot hotter, baby.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks turned adorably pink, and it made my cock hard as a rock. I loved that she still blushed so adorably, even after all the tears we’d been together.

An hour later, I carried my languid, satisfied wife into our house and up to our bedroom.

After giving her a quick rinse, I tucked her into bed for a nap.

She frowned when I turned to walk away. “You aren’t going to nap with me?”

I shook my head and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. “We both know we won’t be sleeping if I get into this bed with you.”

Olivia batted her eyelashes at me and twirled a strand of her long, red hair around a finger. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

I sighed and told my dick to stand the fuck down. “You need to rest, baby. And your parents will be home with the kids any minute.”

A pout formed on her swollen, pink lips, but her eyelids drooped and she fell asleep before she could respond.

I gave her another soft kiss before grabbing a shower, then padding down to the kitchen to start dinner.

“Daddy!” Madison, our seven-year-old daughter, chirped as she skipped into the room. “We got all the presents for mommy!”

“You did?” I asked as I picked her up and smacked a kiss on her cheek. “You’re the best helper!”

She grinned, and her little chest puffed out. “I know, right?”

Chuckling, I gave her another kiss, then set her down to hug Jack and Austin, our five-year-old and four-year-old sons.

“Is Olivia napping?” Alice asked as she strolled into the kitchen.

I nodded and gave her a kiss on the cheek in greeting before taking the grocery bag she was carrying. “She should be out for a couple of hours, so I have time to set things up before my parents get here.”

Alice’s eyes twinkled. “However did you manage to keep this a surprise?”

“Mad skills,” Jack announced proudly, giving me a high-five.

I chuckled and ruffled his bright red hair. “That’s right, bud.” The random things that came out of our kids’ mouths frequently had me laughing.

“Delia and Danny just pulled up to the house,” Ben said, entering the room with another handful of bags. I was relieved when he’d finally given me permission to call him by his first name at our wedding reception. Referring to him as Olivia’s dad had already started to get awkward by then.

“Perfect,” I murmured and walked swiftly to the front to greet them.

“Thanks for coming,” I greeted them both.

“Of course!” Delia said as she clapped and bounced on her toes. “We’ll head out back and start setting up.”

She hurried into the house, and after helping Danny with their two kids, Dexter and Dana, we followed at a slower pace.

“Every year I think you’re going to run out of steam on this Twelve Days of Christmas thing,” Danny admitted with a chuckle.

I shrugged. “As long as it makes Olivia happy, I’ll keep doing it.” I gave him a side eye and smirked. “Kinda like the Santa strip tease you do for Delia every year.”

Danny’s brow furrowed, and he grunted. “Our wives talk too much.”

Laughing, I clapped him on the back. “Don’t fight it, man.”

He sighed and nodded. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

It took over an hour to get everything set up, so it was all ready when Olivia woke up.

As soon as I heard her coming down the stairs, I sent Madison to tell everyone to take their places.

“How was your nap, baby?” I asked, greeting her at the bottom of the stairs.

“Lonely,” she muttered.

“I’ll make it up to you later,” I murmured, fighting off a hard-on when her green eyes heated. “Dinner is ready outside.”

Her attention was successfully diverted by the promise of food, especially with the scent of grilled meat wafting into the house.

Olivia licked her lips and made a beeline for the sliding doors that led out to the deck.

Dinner was set out on a long table, and our family and friends were seated around it, chatting. But they went silent when Olivia and I stepped outside.

“Hi…” Her greeting trailed off when she spotted the huge stage set up in the backyard. “What is that?”

“You’ll see,” I said cryptically, leading her over to an empty chair that had the perfect view of the set up.

We ate dinner first, and although my wife badgered me the whole time to tell her what was going on, but I kept silent on the matter.

Finally, when we’d finished and cleared the table, I sat back down next to my wife while humming our song.

Before Olivia could ask me again, our daughter danced onto the stage in front of the red curtain.

She was dressed like the most adorable pear tree in the world.

“And now, we present, The Twelve Days of Christmas!” she announced in her sweet voice.

Olivia gasped and beamed at me before turning back to the stage.

When the curtain parted, dancers filed onto the stage. The lights went up, and Olivia gasped in utter shock.

“Are those…? Holy crap, Leland! Are those Rockettes?!”

I grinned and nodded. “Somebody owed me a favor.”

Her jaw dropped, but she didn’t say anything else because the music started and the show began.

The best part was that they’d included our kids, as well as Delia and Danny’s, into the show.

When it was over, the girls were crying, much to the discomfort of all the husbands.

“That was amazing,” Olivia sobbed as she threw her arms around me.

“Don’t know how you’re going to top that next year,” my dad muttered.

“He doesn’t have to,” Olivia said with a bright smile. “Whether he does it big or small, it’s a reminder of how much he loves me.”

“Till the end of time, baby,” I whispered before sealing my mouth over hers and kissing her with all the love in my heart.