I never thought doing this could have me feeling so fuzzy and warm in my heart.
But I guess it’s not what we do.
It’s who we do it with.
Zane grasps the backs of my legs and rises. He quickly puts on a condom and our eyes meet before he nudges his cock past my sex.
“Fuck.” He slides further in, and I thump my head back against the pillow.
“I d-don’t think I can hold back t-too long, Vi. You’re s-so tight and hot. How d-does it feel?”
“I feel kinky. I feel…you, Zane. I feel sensitive, but I feel…so much.”
I look at him, and understanding reflects on his face. “I feel…s-so much, too.”
With that, he starts to thrust.
Zane pushes once more inside me, and I moan. “I’m close.”
“Me t-too.” He flicks my clit once, and I come once again, my body tightening around his erection.
Zane jerks inside me, and I feel the thick, warm liquid filling me against the condom.
His head drops to my shoulder as he pulls me to his chest. A second passes before he flips me on the bed, taking me with him.
“How d-do you feel?” Zane looks down at me. His face is red. Sweat beads coat his forehead and upper lip. A vein pulses on his forehead.
“I feel like a thoroughly well-fucked girl.”
“Th-that you fucking are.”
A wide grin takes over his face, and I pray we get a lifetime together to explore, enjoy all our firsts together.
31
ZANE
It’s Christmas.
I look around my living room. There are a few string lights hanging on the walls and even a Christmas tree decorated by Vienna and my nephews near the fireplace. It’s certainly not as grand as the one in Zander’s home, but it’s cute. Every time I look at it, I’m hit by a sense of relief.
Maybe she’ll stay.
As if summoned by my thoughts, Vienna saunters into the room, Mystery and Tassels hot on her heels. Since our return, they don’t let us out of their sight for a single minute, as if they fear we’ll leave them alone.
“How do I look?” Vienna twirls, her red skirt shifts, and the golden reindeer in the white Christmas pullover sparkles.
She looks breathtaking.
She looks ravishing.
She looks…mine.
“Beautiful.” I walk closer and tug on the red bow she’s placed on her hair.
Since the night Vienna told my family the truth about her surgery, she’s been more herself, and there’s a spark of hope inside me that maybe this is no longer a lie.
“I want to give you your Christmas present.” Vienna places her hands around my neck.