Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
"Oh God!" she wails, thrashing beneath me as her orgasm slams into her out of nowhere. Her cunt clenches around me like a vise, rippling and pulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through her.
It feels like fucking heaven.
And then she tops it.
"I love you!" she chants, her head thrashing from side to side. "I love you. I love you. Oh God, Lachlan, I love you!"
Those three little words send me careening over the edge with her. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, sucking and biting at her sensitive skin as my goddamn soul tries to leave my body. I spill into her again and again, giving her every damn drop I have.
I collapse on top of her, panting harshly against her sweat-slicked skin. She wraps her arms and legs around me, holding me close as we both try to catch our breath. I feel her pussy still fluttering around my cock, milking the last drops of cum from me.
"You're the best Christmas present I've ever had," she whispers, her voice soft.
I lift my head to glance down at her, brushing a damp strand of hair from her flushed face. "I'm not your Christmas present, pretty baby," I murmur, chuckling. She’s getting every damn thing she’s ever wanted for Christmas.
A soft smile plays on her kiss-swollen lips. "Yeah, you are,” she insists. “You were what I really wanted. More than anything. I was just afraid to ask for it."
My heart clenches at her sweet words. I exhale a shaky breath, sending up a silent thanks to Santa for coming through for me. He gave me exactly what I wanted—her in my arms, wearing my ring.
Chapter Seven
Caitlin
“Ride me, pretty baby,” Lachlan growls, thrusting his hand into my hair as he rocks me on his lap. “Bounce on my fucking cock until you’re coming all over me again.”
I moan, my head falling back as I lift up and drop down, eager to obey. Unable to stop myself from obeying. All day long, I’ve given him exactly what he wants. I lost track hours ago of how many times he’s been inside me.
He’s on a mission to get me pregnant, and I’m not about to stop him. I feel like I’m living a fairytale. Only, this is real life. I’m really here right now, with Lachlan’s ring on my finger as he thrusts into me.
“Goddamn, you take me so well, baby,” he groans, slipping his free hand between us to play with my clit.
“Lachlan,” I sob, my inner walls fluttering around his hard cock. “I’m going to—”
"I'm home!" a girl—Lyric—shouts two seconds before the front door closes. "Where are you?"
I gasp, clawing at Lachlan’s shoulders as my soul leaves my body.
"Shit," he growls grabbing for me as I nearly tumble off his lap. "Don't come in here!"
My freaking heart stops as his sister immediately appears in the doorway to the living room, not even giving us time to cover up.
“Oh my gosh!” she cries, gaping in shock at the two of us, naked and wrapped around each other on the sofa.
Lachlan immediately tries to cover me up, but it’s way too late for that. There’s no hiding what we’ve been doing.
I want to disappear through the floorboards as Sinclair steps into the room behind Lyric. He takes one look at the situation, his eyes going wide.
"Fuck," he growls, hooking an arm around Lyric’s waist to drag her back out into the foyer.
"He's naked," Lyric whisper-shouts from the other side of the doorway.
"I noticed," Sinclair murmurs wryly.
"He's with a woman."
My cheeks blaze with heat. This is not how I wanted to meet Lachlan’s sister! She’s going to hate me.
"Noticed that too," Sinclair says.
I whimper miserably.
“Are you okay, baby?” Lachlan asks, brushing a hand down my arm before he lifts us to our feet.
“No,” I whisper, standing numbly as he quickly starts dressing us. I don’t even help him. I just stand in shock while he does all the work. “Your sister and your business partner just saw me naked.”
“They saw me naked too.”
I glare at him because he’s really not helping. This is all his fault. I’m not sure how, but it is.
"Are you decent?" Lyric shouts to us.
"Give us a minute," Lachlan calls before turning back to me. “It’ll be okay, pretty baby. Trust me.”
Trust him? He’s the reason we’re in this mess!
"I'm so embarrassed," I hiss at him as he slips his undershirt over my head. He tore my shirt so I can’t wear it. "I'm never talking to you again!"
"Yeah, you are, pretty baby." He yanks his pants on and then leans down, brushing his lips across mine in a hard kiss. “You love me, remember?”
I narrow my eyes at him, which makes him smile at me. He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip and then pulls me down onto his lap.