Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
I take the worn out box, and see it’s a much smaller ring than the one he gave me when he proposed, but it’s no less beautiful. In fact, my heart races as I take in the meaning.
For three years he’s held onto this ring with the hopes of asking me to be his wife even when there wasn’t a chance he could pop the question.
“God, I don’t deserve you, but I think I’ll keep you, Colter.”
“Good, because I wasn’t letting you get away. Those Russians are pretty good at hunting people down,” he teases. I bend down and kiss the man I love with all my heart and soul.
“I’m glad you never gave up on our future.”
“Not a chance in hell.” He takes the ring and slides it on my other hand. “I want everyone to know you’re completely taken.” We kiss again and then there’s a major pounding on the door, stopping things from heating up.
Grant steps into the room with his eyes covered. “Sorry, bro, but the doctors want to check on you. Giving you a heads up to get decent.”
“We are,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Speak for yourself,” Colter growls. That’s when I spotted his massive need.
Grant had just slid his hand off his eyes. “Damn it, dude. Tuck that fucker away.”
“I was just about to tuck it in my favorite spot when you interrupted,” he grumbles. I put a pillow over it because heaven forbid a young female walks in here and I have to show them that I’m obsessed with my man.
Thankfully, it was a male doctor and an older nurse that entered the room. They’re quick with their examination. “Mr. North, you’re doing well and your vitals are steady. We believe that you’ll be free to leave by tomorrow morning, just in time for Christmas Eve.” I can’t stop smiling at the news.
“That’s wonderful,” I say.
“Although, Mr. North, I must say that you take it easy and that includes no lifting anything over five pounds, no driving, no sitting in the front seat, no strenuous exercise.”
He snarls at the last bit. “What?”
“You will rupture the internal sutures.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Sorry, I wish I had better news, but you’re lucky to be alive right now, so take the good with the bad and in two weeks we’ll do a scan and see where we are.”
“You’re right, doctor. I’m extremely grateful and fortunate to be alive and kicking, so I’ll behave.”
“I’m sure our parents will be looking over him to ensure he doesn’t hurt himself,” Grant says, staring right at Colter who appears defiant with his arms crossed. It’s pretty adorable how a huge man could look like a child when they take away his favorite toy—me.
He gives Colter a warning look. “As beautiful as she is, I would heed my warning. You must because internal bleeding can occur and you’d be dying before you knew it.”
“Thanks, doc. She is beautiful, but since I want a long and happy life with her, I’ll be a good boy.” The doctor and nurse leave us and I press my lips to Colter’s temple.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“For what?”
“For promising to be a good boy. I’ll make it up to you later.” I wink.
“Hey, I’m going to call our mom and dad, but I have to check in with the wife who has been frantic and can’t wait to see you,” Grant says.
“Thanks for being an amazing and stubborn big brother.”
“It’s my job.” He leaves the room and I cuddle by Colter’s side, thinking how grateful I am that my crush loved me too.
Epilogue
Colter
Ten Years Later
“Ho, ho, ho,” I growl, staring at Bethany in a tiny Santa dress that barely covers her ass. She’s carrying a box in her hands, but I don’t want that gift because she’s the present I want to unwrap.
“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?” she sasses, twisting her plump lips.
“Yes, but you look nothing like the Santa I’d ever seen, and you belong on my lap.” I pat the blanket over my crotch.
“But I’ve been a very naughty girl.”
“You sure have, but there are ways to make it up. Where did you get that thing from?” I questioned. We’ve been married for years and I’ve never seen her in that little outfit.
“A shop in New York last week. Do you like it?”
“Fuck, I’m so hard, Beth.” I only call her that when I’m hard up and ready to come and she knows it. “Come sit on my lap.”
She sits the present down on the bed nightstand and pulls the covers away to find me in my Santa boxers. “Merry Christmas to me,” she cheers, rubbing her hands together. “I’m ready for a sleigh ride.” She throws her leg over mine, straddling me.
I take her Santa hat and put it on my head. “Tell Santa what you want for Christmas, baby girl.”