Page 14 of Curvy Christmas Magic for the Mountain Man

"Celia, I know this whole thing has been an absolute whirlwind, but I would hate myself if I did not grab life by the horns. I am deeply in love with you, and I want to spend every single day of the rest of my life being your husband and making you happy. Will you marry me?"

Grabbing his hands, I yank him up into the cabin, wrapping my arms around his chilled body. "Of course, I will marry you. I love you so much!"

Laughing, we kiss each other as he slips the ring onto my finger.

"It's a perfect fit. Oh, I love it," I say, closing the door behind us.

The weight of the ring on my finger feels so right. I can't stop grinning like an idiot. We're engaged. We're actually engaged. After everything we've been through, all the fake engagement drama with Aunt Griselda, now we're really doing this. The irony isn't lost on me that what started as a lie to appease my aunt has become the most beautiful truth of my life.

Looking at my mountain man covered in snow, I say, "Baby, you look cold. Let's get you in front of the fire." I help him peel off his jacket and sweater, and then I start undoing his pants.

"What are you doing, my future wife?" he says flirtatiously.

"You need to get warm," I say, yanking his jeans and boxers down and playfully shoving him in the chair beside the fireplace.

Peeling off my yoga pants, I straddle him, with my pussy sliding down his cock until I help him enter me. We moan out with pleasure as he rips my sweatshirt off and undoes my bra. Soren's wet, warm tongue is swirling around my nipple as I ride him in front of the fire, the Christmas lights twinkling with a warm, cozy glow. He grabs my ass with both hands, helping me pound down onto him even harder. The friction is too much to bear, and I come on his cock, yelling out his name. He buries his face in my tits, moaning with his climax as he bucks into me. Collapsing onto him, our hearts race against each other as we rest there, warmed by the flames.

"I love you so much," I whisper, and he kisses the top of my head.

"I love you too, fiancée."

After our Christmas dinner and present-opening, we convince Aunt Griselda to watchDie Hardwith us. When it ends, she's giggling to herself and shaking her head. "All right, fine. I agree with you. That is a Christmas movie," she says, and Soren gives me a high five.

My aunt smiles at us, tears shiny in her eyes. "I enjoy seeing how much the two of you are in love. Oh, and I love the ring as well," my aunt adds, grabbing my hand and admiring the shiny bauble glinting in the Christmas lights.

After a nightcap, my aunt heads to the guest bedroom, but Soren and I remain on the couch a little longer, cuddling in front of the fire and watching the twinkling lights.

"It's been a crazy few months," he whispers, squeezing my knee.

"Crazy and wonderful," I add.

When his mouth takes mine, I know all of my Christmas wishes have come true.

Epilogue

Soren

We decided to have our wedding the following December at Raven's Perch Lodge and Hearth, where we had our first unofficial date. Our guests are all staying at the lodge, which is a good thing, since a snowstorm hits in the middle of the ceremony.

With the snowy wind howling outside, Celia and I become husband and wife in front of our friends and family. When our officiant announces, "You may kiss the bride," as soon as my lips touch my wife's, I hear our flower girl, Georgia, squeal with delight.

Once back down the aisle to the sounds of our guests applauding, we find Aunt Griselda off to the side where the photographer is waiting for us. "Celia, before you go take pictures with your new husband, I have something for you," she says, handing my bride a large wrapped gift decorated with dried flowers and leaves.

It's apparently heavy, from how Celia reacts to the weight. She places it on the table next to us and carefully unwraps it."Our family's grimoire," she says, looking at Aunt Griselda with shock.

"I want you to have it now, not after I die. I want to see you use it," her aunt says, giving her niece a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Aunt Griselda," my wife says, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm happy for both of you. You will make a beautiful family together," Aunt Griselda says, taking both our hands and giving them a squeeze. "All right, you two. Go take some gorgeous photos."