Page 29 of Stuffing His Stocking

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” I twirl a smooth strand of Liv’s hair around my fingers.

“Only about a thousand times.” She giggles as she leans into me.

“I’ll tell you a thousand times more, and it’ll still never be enough.”

She sets her empty glass on the waiter’s tray as he passes by us, before turning back to me and resting her palms on my chest. I’m sure she can feel my heart racing beneath her hands, as it always does whenever I’m with her.

“I’m dreaming, aren’t I?” she asks. “I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and realize none of this is real.”

I pull her in close and press my lips to hers, holding her in place while I savor this moment. “You aren’t dreaming, baby. This is very real.Weare real.”

“Of course, we’re real.” She smiles and rolls her eyes.

“No, I mean us.This.” I gesture between us with my hand. “You and me and everything we’ve shared over the last ten days. I’ve never felt anything like it and I never will. I didn’t even think I could.” And that’s the God’s honest truth. I didn’t know what love was until I met her, and I can’t imagine this is what it would be like with anyone else.

Liv’s gaze sears into mine. “Dylan, I—” Her voice is drowned out when the crowd begins to chant.

“Ten, nine, eight…”

Our eyes lock and I can feel the electricity between us.

“Seven, six, five…”

My hands cup her face as we count down to midnight.

“Four, three, two…”

“One! Happy New Year!” she yells. Then our lips meet in a long-awaited kiss, surrounded by cheers and a spectacular display of fireworks over the city.

I realize that this is just the beginning. The start of a new journey in life that I’m going to spend with her. A journey filled with love and happiness, two things I used to believe I didn’t deserve.

Our kiss quickly turns fiery, perfectly timed with the explosion of sparkling lights in the sky. Bright colors splash across the night, reflecting in our eyes as we become lost in each other until everyone in the room slowly fades away.

But then, a sudden flash disrupts us, and we glance around the room to find the source.

“Did someone just take our picture?” Liv asks, confused.

I scan the crowd, trying to find where the burst of light came from. “Probably just someone capturing the celebration,” I assure her. “This is a pretty swanky party. I’m sure there’s a photographer around here somewhere.”

She nods, but I can see the flicker of concern in her eyes.

Determined to chase away any doubts, I pull her back into another scorching kiss. That is, until my dick becomes rock hard, and the thin fabric of my dress slacks fails miserably at hiding it.

“Come on, baby,” I whisper against her lips, nudging my cock against her hip. “Let’s go home so we can ring in the New Year properly.”

Her eyes darken with desire as she eagerly nods.

I text my driver to pick us up, and it’s all I can do to keep my dick in my pants on the short drive back to Carol’s estate. We may be going home tomorrow, but I’m in love with this girl, and she’s all mine now.

It washard to say goodbye to Carol, much harder than I expected it to be. I’m grateful she doesn’t have any ill feelings toward me, and I truly understand now why my father wanted to be with her. Any man would be lucky to have a great woman like her.

But in true Bruce Kane fashion, he fucked it up. I’m just thankful his ex-wife doesn’t hold the hurt and pain my father caused against me. I wasn’t expecting her to be so kind and generous to me, but then again, I shouldn’t have been surprised. Liv is incredible. And solely judging by the amazing girl she raised, I should’ve known Carol would welcome me with open arms and treat me like her own. I just hope she still feels that way when she learns that I’m in love with her daughter.

As we drive back to the city, I feel a sense of dread settle in my stomach. The last ten days have been nothing short of perfection as we celebrated the holidays and I explored every inch of Liv’s body. I marked her inside and out with my touch, my kiss, and my cum. So much cum.

But more importantly, I hope that I’m embedded in her heart the same way that she’s embedded in mine.

I glance down at our intertwined fingers as our hands rest on the center console. I wish I could freeze this moment while my heart aches at the thought of dropping her off at her apartment. She belongs with me now. And I’ll make sure she knows it.

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