Stuck in Christmas (Holiday Magic #1)

Epilogue

One year later

Eli

The town square in Christmas, Mississippi, wore its holiday finest with a little extra this year. Soft, white snow blanketed the ground, muffling the sounds of laughter and chatter that floated through the air, delicate as the falling snowflakes. Twinkling lights adorned the pavilion, casting a warm glow against the stark white backdrop, while pine trees, decked out in red and gold ornaments, stood as sentinels around the square.

I stood just outside the pavilion, my heart racing as I took in the magical scene. The crisp, cold air nipped at my cheeks, but I hardly noticed. None of that beauty compared to the woman I was about to marry.

I shuffled nervously in front of the gathering guests. I could already picture Renee walking towards me, her radiant smile warming me against the chill. Just imagining her in that moment, her wedding dress catching the glimmers of light, made my heart swell with love and anticipation.

“Easy there, son,” Joe whispered beside me. “It’s going to be a long day.”

“And an even longer night,” Bonnie added with a laugh.

She agreed to marry us, and after a quick visit to the online certification website, Bonnie became ordained to marry people anywhere in the country. It was Renee’s idea, not that I disagreed with her because whatever she wanted for this day, she would get it.

I’d see to it.

After what she went through last year.

What we both went through.

Murmurs went up throughout the crowd, and I saw her.

Tears sprung to my eyes as I watched my future wife slowly walk down the aisle toward me. She chose a simple red gown trimmed in white fake fur as an homage to “Santa,” who worked some kind of impossible time magic to bring us together.

We hadn’t seen him since the time loop was broken, and even though Renee was glad it was over, she said it made her a little sad that he was gone.

And that’s why I agreed to wear a matching red suit.

For love.

When she reached me at the pavilion, I took her in my arms and kissed her cheek. “You look beautiful in red.”

“So do you.” She waggled her eyebrows. “So sexy . ”

I frowned.

“Just testing,” she said as we turned toward Bonnie.

I don’t remember the ceremony. I know I pledged to love Renee for the rest of my life, no matter how many time loops we were caught in. And the following party was a blur.

But the moment we stepped back into my apartment, colors and sounds came rushing back.

“Are you alright?” Renee asked me.

“Never better,” I answered before planting a searing kiss on her lips. “I need to be inside you right this moment.”

It became a chaotic frenzy of hands grabbing fabric, frantically tugging, and pulling as laughter filled the living room. At one point, Renee became frustrated with my pants and ripped them off me.

“I’ve waited long enough, husband,” she said, pushing the tattered remnants to the floor.

I gently pulled her dress over her head, only to discover some very naughty black undergarments that looked more like scaffolding than underwear. “Mrs. Claus, it seems you have a sinful side to you.”

“Sexy, hard, wet, cock,” Renee answered. “Right. Still checking. Give it to me rough and dirty, Mr. Claus.”

“Keep talking dirty to me while I taste you.” I swooped her up in my arms and carried her to our bedroom, where I dropped her on the mattress.

“Hey!”

I smiled. “You said you wanted it rough and dirty.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, then nodded. “Yes. I did say that. Proceed. ”

“Good,” I said, sinking to my knees before her. The black straps that criss-crossed my wife’s body were mere suggestions. Two straps framed her pussy and gave me something to grab hold of while I circled her clit with my tongue. She moaned in delight and grabbed my hair, urging me to continue.

I slowly circled her pleasure center, then spread her wider to see her glistening core waiting for me. “Do you want tongue, fingers, cock, or something else?”

She lifted her head off the bed to look at me. “Something else?”

“I thought we could play a few reindeer games.” I pulled the sex toy box from underneath the bed. “It has antlers.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oooh. I like where your head is at, but right now - cock. Give me that big, thick, swollen cock, and fill up my cunt with your seed.”

I did a double-take.

She winced. “Too much?”

I didn’t have to think too long about it because my dick was all in for whatever dirty talk floated her boat. “I don’t hate it. And neither does he.”

“Then get over here and stick it in me until I scream out your name and drown out that damn Christmas music!”

I was inside her in one smooth thrust, and I knew neither of us would last. She had insisted on remaining celibate the last week leading up to the wedding, and as I previously mentioned - whatever she wanted, I wanted for her.

She was tight and wet around me, and as I pulled out to thrust back in, she squeezed around me. “Damn, Renee.”

“Give it to me, Eli.” She grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and pulled me closer.

I grunted. I would not last like this. “Renee, I’m about to blow.”

She reached between us and pinched her clit with her hand. “Oh, yeah. That’s what I like. More, Eli. I want it all.”

Two thrusts later, I came inside her, and she screamed with her orgasm so loudly I was sure Bonnie and Joe would be able to hear us at the diner. However, they were probably still at the town party.

Renee and I were sweaty and panting, but the last thing I wanted to do was let her go. I needed more cuddle time from her, so I sprawled over her, resting my head on her belly.

She tapped my head. “What’s going on in there?”

“Nothing. Not sure I could have coherent thought right now.”

“Good,” she laughed. “I’m right there with you, my love.”

We lay like that for a while until her stomach rumbled. That was my cue. “Can I get you anything?”

“No, but I have something for you. If you bring it here, it’s in my bag in the living room.” She sat up in bed and rearranged the pillows as I slipped into the other room and grabbed her purse. A present peeked out of the top. I shook my head. We agreed not to get each other presents this year, because of the wedding. I thought I was the only one who disregarded the rules.

“We agreed - no presents,” I chided as I handed her the bag.

She raised an eyebrow and pointed to the dresser. “Really? Then what is in your sock drawer?”

“Hey!”

She waved me off. “Come here. I think you’ll like this one.”

She handed me the small package, and I shook it. It was so lightweight that I wondered if she wrapped up air to tease me with. “Let me guess. A Ferrari?”

Renee shook her head. Her hair fell around her shoulders and in the winter moonlight spilling around the drapes, she looked like a goddess in my bed. I wanted to take my time ravaging her again, but we would need to do this present thing and get her some food before going for round two.

I ripped into the paper, and something small and soft fell into my hand. I frowned. “What is this?” I held it up. It was a tiny Christmas stocking.

My breath caught. “Is this for a cat?”

She shook her head no.

My heart swelled as I crawled up the bed toward her. “Is it for a dog?”

She shook her head no again.

My pulse raced. “Is this what I think it is?”

She nodded. “We’re going to have someone else to celebrate Christmas with next year.”

I whooped and hollered and kissed every square inch of my wife’s body until she begged for me to stop. Then, we went to the diner to get pie and tell our family the news.

As we passed the snowbank outside Bonnie’s, I prayed thanks to God, Kris/Santa, or whoever decided that my future wife and mother of my child needed to get herself stuck in Christmas. I was so grateful for all the days after because if I had to get stuck in one of them, I’d be with her.

Merry Christmas.

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