I shifted round so I was straddling his lap. His hands went back on my waist, pulling me closer.
“I should’ve told you when I was taking the test.”
He shook his head. “I know you, Payton Callaghan. You needed to know how you felt about it first. How did Seph know?”
I shook my head. “He knocked on the door and came in. The test was out and he, well, guessed. He sat on the bed while I took it. It’s a big thing for him – not that it isn’t a big thing for you, or me…”
He laughed quietly, a chuckle that vibrated through me. “Payts, he’s your twin. I don’t mind. I think I already knew anyway.”
We fell back onto the bed, me over him, his hands – those big talented hands – pushing under my sweater, his thumbs grazing over my bra.
“I love you. I’m scared and worried, but most of all, I’m excited and I’m so glad I’m doing this with you.” The words fell out easily as I used my legs to stabilise me, pushing his T-shirt up over his chest because I wanted him naked, needed to be close to him.
He got the hint, pulling my sweater off, his hands moving straight round to my bra fastener, undoing it and pulling it away. He stared at my breasts, looking at them hungrily, them propping himself up so he could take a nipple in his mouth and start to tease.
The sensation was heady, my hands becoming hungrier. His cock hardened and I saw his eyes growing darker with desire.
“I can’t wait to see you big with my baby.” He started to undo my pants, his hand dipping into my underwear and cupping my sex.
I knew I was wet; I felt like a cat in heat, needing to mate, only my partner was carefully chosen. He was perfect for me.
“I want to shout it from the top of the house that you’re having my child.” I felt his gaze on my belly. “I think you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
“This. You, our baby, this is the best present ever.” I kneeled up high and undid his jeans, running my hand over his hard length.
Owen didn’t try to dominate, stripping me of the rest of my clothes and pressing kisses across my skin, slowly making me feel like he was worshiping me. His lips trailed over my breasts, my stomach, moving my centre to his mouth where he licked and sucked until I was about to yield to an orgasm that I knew would make me boneless.
He lowered me down his body to where his cock was waiting. I knew that as soon as he entered me, I’d break apart around him. Slowly, savouring the stretch, I sank down on him, my nipples hardening even tighter as I started to come, holding his shoulders, watching his face as I came.
He started to move me, sitting up with his legs bent, so I could lean slightly back onto them. His words turned dirty, telling me about how he loved to fuck me, how seeing my tits bouncing was bringing him to the edge, how I was his.
I managed to start to move, bouncing up and down on his cock, and he moved one of his hands to press against the sensitive nub of nerves between my legs. I knew he wouldn’t come until I’d had a second orgasm, he was too proud to even get close, not that I ever complained about that.
This was the first time we hadn’t used a condom since before I’d come off the pill. Feeling him bare inside me was bringing me closer to coming quickly and I had no idea how he was holding off. A tap on my ass, added pressure to my clit and I fell over the edge, gripping his shoulders as I contracted around his cock, milking him as he thrust in harder and deeper, coming inside me with my name on his lips.
Afterwards, we lay on the crumpled sheets, both naked, both sated. His hands covered my stomach, his breath warm against my shoulder.
“Happy Christmas Eve.” He whispered the words. “And thank you for the best present ever.”
15
The History of London in Maps – from Marie to Victoria
Claire
I wasn’tsure whether to feel sorry for Seph or maim him.
He sat on Marie’s antique and newly recovered slipper chair, that was kept like an ornament in the hallway, holding his head in his hands, while conversation buzzed around everyone else.
“Just going to point out that the test isn’t mine.” I gestured down to my belly that was swollen and firm with baby number two. It was another girl, only we hadn’t shared that information with anyone yet, especially Killian’s brother, Nick.
He had twin girls who were just about to start school, and they were already wise enough to have him wrapped around his little finger and called all the shots. Killian didn’t tire of predicting exactly how much trouble they were going to be when they were older and making up scenarios that had Nick vowing to open a school in the middle of Dartmoor that had no access to the wider world as soon as they hit thirteen. Fortunately, Katie, Nick’s wife, knew exactly how much to let the twins get away with before reining them back in
Ava giggled, her hands still somewhere on Eli’s body. They’d been at the point of needing to get a room pretty much since they’d come down from their room, but thanks to Seph, no one’s attention was on them anyway.
“There are a lot of us who aren’t drinking.” Ava pointed at Wren, Victoria, Amelie, Katie – in fact, there was only Marie with an alcoholic drink in her hand.
I frowned and shrugged. “That doesn’t help.”
