When we both orgasmed, I knew that I had changed the course of my life forever. I believed it deep in my heart.
We curled up on the bed together. My head rested on his chest. He tenderly played in my hair, wrapping strands around his finger.
Silence filled the space. No words left us. There was no need for further discussion. We had already declared our love. We made the promises. We sealed the declarations with our bodies.
There would be no other options.
Cozy in his warmth, I fell asleep. And the dazzling Northern Lights watched us from the glass ceiling.
For the rest of our time in Finland, we hung out with my father. It was uncomfortable at first. Somehow, I became adjusted to loving him again. Any time anger rose, I thought of my mom’s gold-tipped wings and calmed down.
Holly and Nikolas barely left their villa. The few times we went by to say hi, all we heard was moaning and groaning. Saint became disgusted and rushed us away.
We bumped into Park and Elias too. He even showed us a few places to play pool when bored. He swore he would come to visit Park in the spring.
During the night, we made love. We ravished our bodies. We opened our souls and climbed into the passion of our new deepening love.
And when I went to sleep at night, no ghosts came and there were no nightmares. However, sometimes I saw visions of my father walking me down the aisle and Saint standing at the altar, waiting.
Three days later, Dad left Finland. I hugged him for a long time at the airport and promised to visit and meet Timothy. We agreed to spend Easter together. I thought it was a good idea.
But after all those lessons from the ghosts, I decided to make up for lost time.
On New Year’s Eve, I surprised Dad.My father cried as he opened the door to let me in. His wife curved her lips in a smile and rose from the couch. Meanwhile, Timothy screamed and dropped his sketchpad on the floor.
Those reactions made me feel like the most loved person in the world.
I should have done this a long time ago.
All this time I thought I was alone in this world. I thanked God, the ghosts, and my mother for showing me how very wrong I was.
I was glad I surprised Dad and my brother.
No regrets.
Earlier, Saint had returned with me to New York. Once he found us a place, he rushed off to Paris to quickly grab his stuff and fire his stylist. However, I no longer wanted to spend a holiday alone again.
There was so much time to make up with Dad and Timothy.
Plus, I really wanted to show them my awesome new engagement ring.Epilogue
Two years laterSanta, Baby
Slowly at first, Saint thrust his cock into me, spreading my wet pussy open. I moaned in pleasure.
And then he stopped and rested his forehead against mine. Our heated gazes met. I loved when he did this. I relished in the deep connection of our bodies joined. Saint was plunged so deep inside of me I could only feel him.
He kissed me and then brushed his lips against mine. “Thank you.”
My body vibrated with need. My voice shifted to a gentle whisper. “For what?”
He gently pulled his cock out and then tenderly thrust back into me.
Groaning, I arched up a little.
He paused and kept that same hot connection between us—his cock lodged inside of me and his body molded against mine. “You don’t know why I’m saying thank you?”
“Can we talk about this later?”
“This is important.”
“Making love to me is important too.”
“And what about expressing my gratitude?”
“The baby doesn’t care about your gratitude or mommy wanting to have an orgasm. All she wants to do is cry for breast milk.”
“I’ve tasted the milk. I can understand why Gloria cries for it.” He pulled his cock out.
I trembled in hunger.
He thrust into me again.
I moaned.
“Your dad said he is on nighttime feeding duty this evening.”
I widened my eyes. “When did he say that?”
“After the fashion show. I helped him put a cot next to her crib and made several bottles with your milk.”
I smirked. “That’s the emergency supply.”
“And right now it’s an emergency.” Saint slipped his cock in and out of me, taking away any thoughts or words I could have had. And then he pulled his cock out and I whimpered.
Hungry as ever, I gazed at him. “Come back.”
“Thank you.”
“This again?” I pouted. “My pussy wants to be thanked by your cock.”
“That was an amazing thing you did for Timothy tonight, including his designs in your charity fashion event. It warmed my heart. And wheeling him out onto the runway for the finale—”
“Baby, I love my brother a whole lot. And I was moved by the moment too. However, I want to fuck. Right. Now.”