Dad Bod Under the Mistletoe (Dad Bod Christmas #2)

10. Macks Epilogue

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Mack's Epilogue

One Year Later

“ I think that’s probably enough decorations,” Cassie laughs, emerging from the house holding two mugs of cream-topped hot chocolate and wearing that tinsel-trimmed Santa sweater I’d first seen her wear last year.

“You think? Maybe we could use more fake snow?”

She presses a mug into my hands and stretches up to kiss my cheek. “There’s plenty. Let’s flip the switch and see.”

I do and watch as our house lights up like a beacon. This year, we took inspiration from the gingerbread house Cassie baked and worked to make our house look like a real live gingerbread house complete with icicle lights, snow blankets as icing, brightly colored candy decorations, a paper wrapped garage door, and light-up candy canes lining the path to our front door.

Her whole face lights up as she takes in the way everything sparkles and shines with holiday spirit. Then I press a button, activating the sound system jingles and the snowflake light display.

She beams at me, reaching over to lace her fingers through mine. “It’s perfect, babe. We’re definitely winning first place this year.”

I smile at her, my competitive little princess always pours her heart into everything we do.

“Is that always at the top of your Christmas list? Winning?”

“Yeah,” she says. “Full Tilt Tony taught his children no other way.”

I laugh and drain the rest of my drink.

“Well, that’s not entirely true. Last year, I wished not to be alone anymore.” She leans into me, snaking her arm around my back and snuggling into my side. “And I got what I asked for.”

“So did I.” I lean down and kiss her, growling a little when she nips my lower lip and passes a hand over my erection.

My tongue tangles with hers and she moans into my kiss. I glides a hand over her generous curves and brush against the stiff peak of her nipple. When I pinch and roll it, and she melts into my touch.

“HO HO HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS!” comes the jolly sound effect of her sweater, and we break apart, laughing.

Then I haul her up and carry her into the house.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I want you to sit on my lap and tell me you’ve been a been a good girl.”

She nips at my ear as I settle us on the couch and yank her sweater off her body. I clamp my mouth around her nipple, sucking it into the heat of my mouth and grazing it with my teeth as she sucks in a breath.

“I’ve been such a good girl this year.” She moans, grinding her core against my hard cock. “But sometimes, I like being naughty.”

Once we’re both naked, Cassie fits me to her wet entrance. She sighs, back arching and eyes fluttering shut as she slides down my thick shaft.

I groan as the walls of her tight channel squeeze me. “And what does my good girl want for Christmas?”

“You already know, Mack.”

“Tell me again.” My fingers flex over her wide hips, guiding her movements to take me deep and hard.

Her breath catches as she hitches her hips, urging me to pump into her harder. Faster. “You. As my h-husband.”

“What else?” I wind my arms around her and pepper her with kisses. My fingers find her clit, and I draw tight circles over her sensitive nub.

She gasps, riding me hard until we're both on the edge. “A baby.”

“You got it, princess,” I say, my body shaking as I unleash jets of my seed into her heat. “All of it.”

“Ohmygod, ohmygod .” She shudders in her release, crying out my name as she bands her arms around my neck. When the tremors subside and I'm no longer pulsing into her, she pulls back and stares at me with big, shining eyes full of all the love she has to give. “Are you serious? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, princess. I’ve always been sure.” I reach between the couch cushions and withdraw a small, velvet box. Flipping the top, I show her the diamond solitaire flanked by oval emeralds and a cluster of tiny rubies. The ring was fashioned to make it appear as if the central stone is flanked by holly and berries, and it screams Christmas. It was perfect for my princess. “Make me the luckiest man on the planet and marry me. Be my wife. Be the mother of my children. Be mine. Forever.”

“Yes! Yes, Mack, I’ll marry you.” She watches in wonder as I slip the ring onto her finger. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

“And to me,” I say, pointing above us at the string of mistletoe decorations.

We laugh, link our hands, and share another magical kiss under the mistletoe.

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