A Merry Vested Wedding - Melanie Moreland Page 0,32

askew wrapping job was at least decent. She’d like what was inside for sure.

“Later.”

She picked up a cup of coffee and sipped it, then offered it to me. I hummed in appreciation at the intense flavor. We both liked it strong and black, and this cup tasted even better knowing Addi’s lips had been where mine were.

We were quiet, enjoying the stillness around us. Filtered light came in the French doors, gray and dense.

“Foggy today.” I noticed.

“A storm is coming. The weather report said it was going to be a bad one.”

“I hope everyone is able to make it home in time for the day before it does.”

She lifted her head again, and I was surprised to see tears in her eyes. Worried, I cupped her cheek. “Addi, baby, what’s wrong?”

She covered my hand with hers. “Nothing. I’m just so happy. I’m here. With you. Our family is all around us. We’re all safe.” She sniffled. “You married me.”

I had to smile as I bent and kissed her. It was rare she showed such a sensitive, vulnerable side of herself. Very few people ever saw it, but I knew the tender heart her outside shell hid. It was one of the many things I adored about her.

“We’ll think good thoughts for everyone so they get home with their loved ones too.”

“Okay,” she replied, laying her head on my shoulder. Tenderly, I wiped away the wetness under her eyes. “No more crying, little elf. It’s Christmas.”

She reached up and tugged the jaunty pom-pom on my hat. “I like this.”

“I found it on my chest. I assumed you wanted me to wear it.” I tweaked her nose. “I confess I’m disappointed not to see you in your elf pajamas, Addi. I thought we’d both be festive this morning.”

“Oh.” She slipped out from between my legs and took a few steps back toward the fire. “You don’t like my robe?”

It was a deep shade of forest green, long and thick, no doubt keeping her warm. “It’s pretty.”

“I have slippers.”

I began to laugh as I noticed them for the first time. They were bright red, with bells on the curved toes. She wiggled her foot so the bell tinkled.

“Very cute.”

“I got new pajamas,” she murmured as she undid the belt of her robe and shrugged her shoulders. “What do you think?”

I swallowed at the sight of her in a red camisole, delicate and frothy, tied with a bow and trimmed in white fluffy stuff. It ended at her hips. The tiniest scrap of lace nestled between her legs. She held herself straight, her breasts high, the hard nipples visible through the thin material. Her hair hung past her shoulders in golden waves, and her eyes were sparkling with mischievousness. The firelight danced behind her, casting shadows and glimmers on her skin.

My cock hardened at the erotic tableau in front of me.

Rising up on my knees, I crooked my finger. “I think you need to come closer.”

When she was in front of me, I slid my hands up her legs, pressing my face into her soft skin. I wrapped my fingers around the thin straps at her hips. “I think you’re going to need a new set once I’m finished with you.”

Then I tore the lace away from her body and took her to the floor. She wrapped her legs around my waist, the sound of the tinkling bells loud in the room. She grinned up at me. “You know they say every time a bell rings, an angel gets their wings.”

I rocked against her. “Well, I have something for you, baby, but it ain’t no wings. It’s gonna make you fly, though.” I slid through her heat, hitting her clit.

She whimpered.

“Santa’s got a big package—just for you.”

“Let’s go then, Santa,” she moaned. “I want my present.”

I tugged open the bow between her breasts with my teeth, groaning at the sight of her nipples. “Trust me, little elf, I want to give it to you.” I wrapped my lips around a plump nipple and sucked.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Merry Christmas to me.”

I grinned against her skin. I planned on making it very merry.

At least twice.

With the bad weather approaching, I insisted on driving the ATV we owned. We had gifts to take, making going by foot awkward, and if the storm was as bad as they were predicting, walking home might prove to be treacherous—even with a short distance. As we pulled up to the Hub, I noted many others had thought the same way we