Page 27 of A Runaway Bride For Christmas
I tell him the figure, and he doesn’t even wince.
“I’ve got money, Allie. I can help.”
The offer is too kind. Hans can’t be making much as a ski instructor, and there’s no way he’s bailing out my family. I shake my head.
“No, Hans. I can’t take your money. You’ve worked too hard for it.”
He chuckles. “What you don’t realize, Allie, is I have a lot of money. My parents’ inheritance is sitting in an investment account gathering interest. I haven’t touched it since they passed. I was saving it for Greta, but her wealthy husband insists on taking care of her, and she doesn’t want any of it.”
I frown at him, trying to take in what he’s saying. All this time, Mom pushed me at wealthy families and shunned the one man I wanted, thinking his bank balance wasn’t enough. As it that defines who a person is.
Hans gives me a sad smile. “Not everyone with wealth shows it in the same way.”
“How much?” I whisper.
“Enough to help your mother and still buy us our own cabin on the mountain.”
My mouth drops open. “Are you serious?”
Hans nods. “I want a future with you, Allie. I want a home for us and our family. Your mother might not approve of me, but if your family’s in trouble, I’ll help. Because they’re my family now too.”
I stare at him for a long time. But he’s perfectly sincere. The reality starts to sink in, and my chest feels lighter. There’s a way for me to have everything I want. To have Hans and keep my mother out of bankruptcy.
“That’s if you’ll agree to marry me, that is?”
“Hans…” I throw my arms around him. “I’d marry you even if you didn’t have a dime to your name. I love you.”
“I love you too, Allie.”
As he enfolds me in his arms, I feel a lightness I haven’t felt for weeks--in fact, for two years. I have the man I’m meant to be with and for all the right reasons.
The sounds of Christmas carols waft through the window from the resort square. Hans pulls me into his embrace, and we kiss long and hard.
This is going to be the best Christmas ever.
EPILOGUE
ALLIE
One week later…
My pussy throbs with heat as Hans maneuvers his hard cock to align with my entrance. I moan as the tip presses into me, and he slams his hand over my mouth.
“Shhh, little nymph. Do you want your family to hear?”
I giggle and wiggle my ass, looking for purchase on the windowsill. It’s a week later, and we’re staying in the Hunter’s Cabin. My dad has one of the other rooms, but Mom has gone home. She wanted to get her debts sorted straight away and get into therapy. Typical Mom. It’s two days before Christmas, but that won’t stop her. Once my mom’s made up her mind about something, she’s very focused.
It’s for the best. Even though her and Dad left with a truce, I still prefer Christmas with only one of them around.
Dad stayed on to have Christmas here with us. He’s friends with Axel, the lodge owner, and they’ve been out skiing together and drinking whiskey late into the night.
Hans has been working, but we’ve had plenty of time to ski together. He’s on his lunch break now, and even though Dad’s in the next room we can’t help ourselves. Whenever we’re together, it inevitably ends up like this.
Which is, me, with my panties around my ankles as he props me up against the windowsill.
“Ready, nymph?”
I nod, and he thrusts inside. This time I do moan and then giggle, because it’s too damn hard to keep quiet.
