Page 74 of Silver Hills' Christmas Miracle

Kitty nodded, then her face lit up with a wide smile and her eyes sparkled in awe as she looked past me and toward the sky. “Oh, my God.”

“What?” I turned my head and above us, the stars started to fall. Sort of.

In the time we had been nuzzling and exploring one another, thick clouds had rolled overhead, and the first snow of Christmas was floating down to greet us. Fat snowflakes danced around us and settled onto the blankets, only to melt instantly in the heat we had created.

“It’s beautiful,” Kitty whimpered, then she clenched around my cock and moaned. “Okay. I feel you.”

With her permission, I turned back to face her and kissed her deeply as I started to move my hips. With each thrust, I poured all my love and desire into her, as if I could imprint my promise to protect her onto her soul with every second we were connected. She moaned and writhed beneath me, never breaking eye contact, and when she did look away, I brought her back to me with a kiss.

It was the most intimate I had ever been with someone, staring right into her eyes as I fucked her with snow falling around us and creating a gentle blanket of white.

When we came, we came together, and I etched Kitty’s gorgeous, pleasure-filled face into my memory with the intent of seeing it every day for the rest of my life.

“I love you,” became a promise of eternity.

The next morning, the Morgan manor was draped in a thick blanket of snow. It was as if the crispness was trying to give us a fresh canvas to work from. A fresh start.

Kitty and I stood in the lounge with hot coffee, observing a few of the guards trying to navigate their morning patrol through the snow. It was quite amusing, and the sight of the snow had given Kitty a permanent smile until her parents arrived with breakfast.

“Kitty, darling. How did you sleep?” asked her mom.

Kitty glanced at me. “Like a baby.”

“I’m glad. I’m glad. Come, sit. We have croissants!”

Kitty squeezed my hand then let go and moved to sit near her mother. I followed until Samuel appeared, and then I froze.

“Samuel.”

“Hugo.”

“Dad.” Kitty pulled one of the croissants onto her plate. “If you’re here for another argument, then none of us want to hear it.”

“No,” Samuel sighed deeply like a weathered bag losing the last of its structure. “I… I am here to apologize.”

Stiffness worked its way up my spine as I regarded him. “For?”

“For… everything. I… am sorry. Yesterday, I almost lost the most important thing in my life. My daughter. I was blinded by stubbornness, I know, and then when everything worked out in its own way, I was angry that you could protect my family, Rook, and I couldn’t.”

I remained silent, observing him.

“I have made a lot of mistakes, and it takes me time to process things. I didn’t want to accept that my actions and my choices brought such danger to my family, but it is an unavoidable fact, and for that I am sorry.”

Mrs. Morgan reached out for her husband and took his hand, smiling as though she wrote part of this apology. Given her scolding yesterday, I wouldn’t be surprised.

“Dad,” Kitty sighed. “I’m not ready to forgive you, but I know it must be hard to stand there and say this, so I am listening.” She looked at me, then wrinkled her nose and glanced back at her father. “Is Rook safe? You’re not going to do anything about his contract, are you?”

“No,” Samuel said quietly. “I won’t be. You’ve done a great service to me, Rook, and to this family. And now you will be a part of it because you are giving me a grandchild.”

I could tell just how hard it was for him to admit that out loud, but it was progress and that was all I could ask for. At his reassurance that nothing would become of my contract, my shoulders suddenly became lighter.

“I’m going to need that in writing,” I said firmly. “Just in case.”

Kitty snorted softly, and Samuel nodded at me. Then Mrs. Morgan clapped her hands together and clutched at Kitty.

“Alright, let’s not linger on how awkward that was for your father. We have more important things to focus on!”

“Like?” Kitty asked between bites.

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