Page 247 of Screwged for Christmas

Who knew from something so ugly could come something so incredibly beautiful. Being snowbound with her Christmas mountain man wasn’t so bad after all.

He sat back and the heavy veins of his shaft were already flushed with need and his cock long and hard. She eased onto his lap and lowered herself until her sticky wet dripping channel swallowed every inch of his hard cock.

He gripped her hips and moved down to the sofa to better allow her free movement.

She set the rhythm and before long they were both breathing, the key to his heart nestled between her breasts.

She pressed her hands to his shoulders, and as she sank down onto him he met her halfway, the force building the pressure within her core.

Intense and overwhelming, every nerve in her body lit with a renewed energy, everything in her wanted everything in him, and as she toed the edge, he pushed them over with a final thrust, their orgasm hitting at the same time. Her lips parted and she joined him in a cry of release. Long seconds passed while they caught their breath.

Finally, he said, “Earth-shattering and so damn good.”

She raked a hand through his hair and raised his gaze to meet hers. “Merry Christmas, my mountain man.”

Merry Christmas, my angel.”

Fact: nothing was stronger than fate, not even her stubbornness. Except for love. Love healed. And another fact she knew, love existed if you opened your eyes to the gift of a Christmas miracle.

EPILOGUE

Damon paced outside the swinging doors as his nerves bounced all over the place. Was she all right? How was she? Did she need him?

“Dude, you need to chill. Your nerves are making the wait worse.”

“If this goes on much longer I’m busting these damn doors down and I don’t care who the fuck hears me and who I interrupt.”

“Wait—here she comes.” Remy pushed to her feet and joined him by the doors that had the tiniest damn window to look through. Who the hell made these damn things anyway?

“Well?” he burst out before she could make it through the door all the way. He grabbed her hand and hauled her into his arms.

“Come on, spill the beans, don’t leave us waiting.” Remy chanted beside him as his brothers made a semi-circle around the newest member of their family. They all traveled to Houston the day before so Ivy could take the final exam that would close out over four years of medical school.

“I passed!” Ivy threw her hands up and the relief that filled him poured out with a huge sigh. A large grin spread over her lips and his heart nearly freaking burst from the happiness that radiated out of her.

“Thank god. I didn’t want to have to send my brothers in there to kick some teacher’s ass.”

“Damon Savage you wouldn’t.”

“Don’t push him. He’s fucking crazy wrapped in an ungodly amount of plaid.”

“You’re one to speak.” Ivy chastised Drake as he held the door for them.

He loved seeing how easily his new mate fit so perfectly in with her new family. His brothers and their mates welcomed her so openly. In three months she had turned his miserably gray life into the brightest, happiest times. The unexpected gift of Ivy in his life overshadowed any of the darkness that wanted to cling to his heart and soul.

“Can we go home now? I need to tell Zahara all about it and I need to see my new nephews.” Ivy yawned, and he pulled her into his embrace.

Barely two months old, the little tikes drove his brother crazy and it sort of scared him of what the future held.

He rested his hand over the softness of Ivy’s belly and whispered in her ear, “Is everything okay. Do you feel all right?”

“Yes,” she answered. I just want to go home now. We have a lot of planning to do.”

Ivy crawled into the cab and scooted over for him. “Do you think Ethan is up to planning another nursery?”

“Probably. But this time Zahara can strip and do the Risky Whiskey run for you.”

“Now that’s a plan I can’t wait to put into action.”

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