A Merry Vested Wedding

“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 had. There were a few vehicles parked there, as well as Aiden’s 4x4. With its heavy tires and chains, he would make sure everyone got home safely.

We smiled in delight as we took in the building. Lights were strung around the windows, framing the wreaths hanging in each one. There was a tree outside decorated with red bows and suet balls for the birds. Santa and his reindeer were set up on the big deck—something I recalled from when I was a small child.

When we got inside, Addi gasped. Our family had been busy and decorated the entire place the last two days we’d been locked inside our home and lost in each other. Garland was strung, glowing with lights. Candles were plentiful, the scent of pine, holly berry, and cinnamon heavy in the air. Everywhere you looked, there was something Christmassy. The railings were wrapped in greenery and more lights, the mantel on the fireplace piled high with evergreens and pinecones. Bows adorned picture frames. Vases were filled with more pinecones and red balls. It was beautiful every year, and every time it felt as if we’d never seen it before. Something new had always been added, and it was fun to see familiar things as well as the unique additions.

The gift-laden tree was ablaze with color, the ornaments reflecting off the thousands of twinkle lights on the branches and the bows on the presents underneath. Every year, Bentley, Aiden, and my dad went out and chopped down a tree tall enough to fill the enormous space. The ceiling soared to twenty feet in the center, and the lowest point was still over twelve feet tall. Every year, they argued and measured and always brought home a tree Aiden was certain would fit. Every year, some had to be cut off the bottom and the branches trimmed. Every year, they quarreled like schoolboys. It was odd as a child, but as an adult, it was amusing. I realized it was simply their thing. One year, Van went with them and brought home a perfect-fitting tree. He gloated over the magnificence. The other three men sulked for days. He never went with them again.