Page 20 of Wyatt the Military Veteran

“Look at who's seated behind us.”

“I can see, Mom.” Chris offers a fist bump to Wyatt and rolls his eyes toward the ceiling where murals of clouds and angels reside. “Things weren't serious between me and Kennedy. If she and Major Lincoln hit it off, good for them.”

“But—”

“No.” Chris raises his hand to stop her rebuttal. “Come on, let's return to our usual seats. See you guys.”

He ushers her out of the pew along with his silent father to their regular spot on the other side of the church, and I release a sigh of relief.

“Well, that was entertaining.” Griffen smirks, sharing a look of amusement with my brothers.

“Shut up.”

“Hey, we're in church. This is a religious service. Show some respect.”

“Shut up,please,” I drawl, causing all of us to crack up in laughter. The showdown with Sheree, and Chris's consequent approval of our relationship, seems to have thawed my brothers out as they loosen the sticks from their butts.

We hold our lit candles, sing carols, and listen to a retelling of the nativity as the children act out the scenes on the altar. By the time the service is over, snow is falling, creating a winter wonderland just in time for tomorrow morning.

“We expect you bright and early tomorrow,” Grandpa says with a wink, patting Wyatt's shoulder and hugging me before leaving with Griffen. The rest of my brothers repeat the actions—pat Wyatt's shoulder, hug me goodbye. Then we're left alone in front of my car with giant snowflakes melting on our faces.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, cupping my red cheeks.

“Better now that we've gotten through that conversation with Sheree and Chris.”

“I figured he'd be okay, and his mom will get over it soon enough. She's probably already got another woman lined up for him.”

“God, I feel sorry for that poor girl.” Chris doesn't seem interested in a relationship, which is all good and well, except his mom isn’t getting the memo.

A Christmas carol floats on the air from the speakers that line Main Street, and it adds to the holiday atmosphere.

“Can you believe we're going to have a white Christmas? It's an early gift.”

Wyatt holds the passenger door open for me. “Yeah, but I already got my present.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah…” His eyes twinkle in the night. “You.Merry Christmas, baby.” Then he presses a gentle kiss to my lips, stealing the goofy grin his answer brings.

I guess I got my Christmas present early, too—the man of my dreams.

My holidayheart spark.

EPILOGUE

WYATT

TWO YEARS LATER

“Don’t stop… Don’t…” Kennedy gasps as my lips purse around her clit and suck harder. Ever since we learned about her pregnancy, her sex drive has been off the charts—something I’m extremely willing to satisfy with my fingers, mouth, or cock.

I glance up and marvel at her round baby belly, though it sucks that her heavy tits are blocked from view. Her arms flex and I imagine her delicate fingers playing with the swollen nipples, tempting dribbles of milk to fall. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste that creamy sweetness when the time comes.

Sure, it’s nutrition for our baby, but it’s also sexy as hell, and I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to devour my wife in all ways.

“Come on, baby,” I command, rubbing my bearded cheeks in her honeyed cunt. “Once you come on my face, then I’ll let you ride my dick.” And I’ll get the prime view of her bouncing breasts that I’m currently missing.

Damn, I’m a lucky bastard.

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