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Unsurprisingly, he put an incredible amount of thought and care into making this holiday perfect.

When he rises to his feet, I can’t resist wrapping him in a hug from behind. “They’re going to have the best Christmas,” I murmur, resting my chin on his shoulder as we admire his handiwork. “You did so good, Jake. You always do. The way you take care of and love this family—we’re so lucky you’re ours.”

He spins in my arms, beaming.

“Kiss me,” he urges, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me into his orbit. “Kiss me in front of the Christmas tree and tell me again that I’m yours.”

“Merry Christmas, Jake Vargo,” I murmur against his lips. “I love you, and I’m so lucky you’re mine.”

Chapter 25

Dempsey

“Dem,”shepants,hervoice thin and needy. “I’m coming.”

Fuck. Again?

Pretty sure I won’t outlast her this time. She’s insatiable and I love it. Almost as much as I love her.

It’s not out of the norm for Maddie to orgasm more than once. She’s so responsive, and our sex life has always been phenomenal. But now that she’s pregnant, she’s unbelievably horny. All. The. Time.

My brother tried to warn me—but I figured that was an overshare specific to his relationship with Daphne. This isunreal. Maddie outlasts me nowadays, which never used to happen.

I try my hardest to hold back, but the sensation of her tight channel pulsating around me is too much. She’s warm and wet: gripping my cock in a vise as she writhes in pleasure. A man can only be expected to keep it together for so long. And I’ve officially reached my limit.

Gritting my teeth through my own release, I hiss and clip out all the praise.

“Goddamn, baby girl. You feel too good. I can’t resist you.” I thrust in twice more before falling forward and catching myself, hovering inches over her body.

“I can’t hold back when you come that hard. You did so fucking good for me, princess. I want to stay buried deep inside you forever. Such a good fucking girl.”

Her eyes are glassy and sated. Her smile lights up my world as she turns her head and kisses me.

I ease out of her body, groaning when I see the evidence of both our releases puddling between her thighs.

“Look at this mess, baby girl. You did so fucking good for me.” I bend low to kiss her hip bone and the outline of her growing bump before cupping her pussy in reverence. “I love making you come that hard. I love everything your body gives me.”

I give her an appreciative once-over, hoping the praise and assurance are enough. There are very few positions that work for us these days, and she’s—unnecessarily, in my eyes—self-conscious about the size and girth of her stomach.

She’s thirty-five weeks pregnant, carrying our boys.

Yep. Two boys. Identical twins.

I’m equal parts elated and terrified.

Fielding, of course, was thrilled when we found out. Maddie was shocked, and to be honest, she’s still in denial about what’s coming.

It’s a lot to take in. So much change. And a reality far different from the plan we had in mind. But we’re both trying our best.

“Fuck,” Maddie whimpers, her arm thrown over her eyes.

I smirk at her reaction, pleased that she’s been thoroughly fucked and should be satisfied for at least a few hours.

But then she repeats the curse in an entirely different tone.

“Fuck,” she groans again, clawing at my arm and digging her nails deep enough to leave little crescent-shaped indents.

“What’s wrong?” I urge, panicking as she writhes on the bed, and this time not from pleasure.