I crawl over her, settling between her thighs and lining myself up with her entrance. I slide in slow and deep, both of us groaning at the sensation.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I grunt, holding still for a moment to savor the feeling.
“Oh, god,” she whispers, her hands sliding up my arms to grip my shoulders.
I start to move, setting a steady pace that has her moaning beneath me. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, her nails digging into my back as I pick up the pace.
“Harder,” she begs, her eyes locked on mine.
Giving her what she needs, I drive into her with more force, the headboard bumping against the wall with each thrust. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room.
Reaching between us, I thumb her clit, determined to make her come again.
“Caleb,” she gasps, eyes locked on mine before they roll back, and her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she climbs higher.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl, feeling my own release building. “Give it to me. Let me feel it.”
Honey shatters beneath me, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice.
The sight of her coming undone is my undoing. I slam inside her once, twice, and again before emptying myself inside her with a guttural groan.
I stay rooted to the spot, sweat dripping down my face. We stay like this for long heartbeats, both of us refusing to move until we come down from our high.
Pulling out, I roll to my side, taking her with me.
“I love you,” she murmurs sleepily, her head heavy on my shoulder.
“I love you, too,” I whisper back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
A week ago, I was alone in this house, nursing a broken heart over a woman who was never meant to be mine.
Now I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the world asleep in my arms, and two amazing boys upstairs.
Life is fucking perfect.
CHRISTMAS MORNING
“Stay still, for fuck’s sake,”Reign grumbles, trying to adjust the Santa hat on my head. “It’s crooked.”
I swat his hand away. “It’s fine.”
We’re standing in my garage at the ass-crack of dawn, and I’m sweating my balls off in this cheap polyester Santa suit. The beard itches and smells, and the boots are too big for my feet.
But it’ll be worth it to see the looks on the boys’ faces.
“You’re a real pussy, you know that?” Reign snorts, handing me the box with holes poked in the sides. “Remind me why I agreed to this again?”
“Because you’re my brother and you love me,” I deadpan, carefully taking the box. A small whine comes from inside, and I smile beneath the fake beard. “You sure they can’t tell it’s me?”
Reign rolls his eyes. “Yes, Motherfucker. Now get your jolly ass inside before the fuckin’ dog pisses all over the box.”
I flip him off. “Thanks for helping out with this.”
“Yeah, yeah. Merry fucking Christmas.” He waves me off, but I can see the smile he’s trying to hide.
Taking a deep breath, I head toward the house, moving as quietly as a man in a Santa suit can. Honey knows I’m doing this—sorta. She doesn’t know what I’ve got, just that I’ve got something. Can’t exactly sneak into the house without the woman of the house knowing you’re doing it. She might freak the fuck out.
I knock on the front door, loud enough to be heard upstairs. The box in my arms shifts slightly as its occupant moves around inside.
