Daniel’s orgasm triggered hers. The feeling of his thick, creamy juice blasting against her throat, spilling from the corners of her mouth with its volume, took her over the edge. She was fulfilled with his pleasure. She marveled that her warm, willing mouth could still take him to such heights. Coupling that with the wickedness of the whole scene was immeasurably satisfying.
Micah’s thrusts had become more energetic. When she succumbed, her clenching pussy, arched back, and long moan of ecstasy were more than Micah could take. “Oh fuck, honeybee. Here it comes!” he shouted, thrusting once more and stilling. His spasms seemed to go on forever as he emptied himself into her.
They collapsed in a heap, Kelly against Daniel, Micah over Kelly, all trying to catch their breaths. Kelly was completely satisfied, not just with her shattering orgasm, but with the powerful knowledge of what could happen on this magical night. She had prayed since the day they married for a chance to start a new life, and just the thought of Micah’s seed scurrying inside her, trying desperately to reach its destination, warmed her like no other.
Daniel wrapped his long arms around her, and they shared a kiss, more warm than passionate, yet nonetheless satisfying. They both enjoyed the brief moment just to themselves as Micah headed to the bathroom to clean up.
“You ready to saddle up, big boy?” she asked, a wicked smile on her face.
“But Micah?” Daniel questioned, looking at her. Kelly wanted to kiss him. He looked so adorable and unsure at that very moment, her heart felt full.
“Daniel, I want both your babies. I don’t care who the father is. All I know is that if we are blessed, I want our child to have two of the most loving fathers I know. Genetics is science. What we have, what we can give to our children, is more than biological. Our child is going to have two fathers, each unique and beautiful in their own way. I don’t want to worry about who fathered who, I just want us to be a family,” she said.
“She’s right, Daniel. If this is going to work, we will both be fathers, equally. Together, just the three of us. We will be a family,” Micah said, entering the room.
“And Molly.” Daniel grinned. “We can’t forget about Molly-pop.”
“Never. She will always be my first daughter. I’ve loved that little girl from the first moment I walked into this house and she smiled up at me,” Kelly admitted.
“We are a family, aren’t we?” Daniel asked.
“The best,” Kelly said lovingly as she kissed his lips. “Now buck up, Marine. You have a mission to accomplish.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Daniel said, rolling on top of her, kissing her intently. Daniel had discovered her slight submissive streak early on in their relationship as he lay over her and gripped her wrists in his strong hands, their arms fully extended. She moaned deeply into their hot kiss and shifted beneath him, letting him know with certainty that she was exactly where she wanted to be. Underneath the man she loved.
Chapter Eight
Christmas Day in Treasure Cove
The house was quiet. Sneaking out of the room, she carefully made her way down the hall, the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree lighting her way. Her family was still sleeping, and she didn’t want to wake them. She wanted to see everything before they woke up. She knew she wasn’t supposed to, but she figured what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. She had been waking up early on this day for as long as she could remember, and she had no plans to change that fact.
Rounding the corner, she gasped at the sight before her.
He came!
Santa Claus had been in her house. Smiling brightly, she slowly moved toward the wonder before her. Presents of all shapes and sizes, draped in colorful paper, with ribbons and bows. The early morning sight of Christmas day still never failed to amaze her. She loved everything about the moment, the surprise, the unexpected delight, and the magical wonder of the moment. Even at her age, she looked upon the scene before her with a child’s delight, and she didn’t care one bit what anyone thought.
Strong hands wrapped around her, hugging her close. “Merry Christmas, baby doll.”
“Merry Christmas, Braxton,” Charlotte replied, leaning her head against his chest.
Rubbing her belly, Braxton asked, “How did you sleep?”
“I didn’t,” she grumbled, looking down at her protruding belly. “Can we open the gifts now?”
“As soon as sleeping beauty gets out of bed,” he informed her.
Charlotte had waited all year for this day, and she was not going to let Jordan rain on her parade. “I’ll get him.”
Letting her go, Braxton said, “Do it nicely, Charlotte.”
“I’m always nice,” she replied, affronted.
Turning back toward the hall, she shouted, “Jordan!”
“Yep, that was the pinnacle of civility, baby doll. Why don’t you just use a fog horn next time?”
“I would if you would let me buy one!” she huffed, moving toward the overstuffed chair closest to the tree. “Can I open one?”
“Not until Jordan shows his face. You know the rules.” Braxton smiled.
Crossing her arms over her bountiful breast, Charlotte stewed as she counted the seconds, waiting for Jordan to emerge.
* * * *
Stretching, he looked over at the window and smiled. It was snowing, again. He couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day. Snuggling closer to his wife, he silently gave thanks for all the wonder she had brought into his life. His little bird was the very air he breathed, and as his hand gently caressed her small growing belly, he prayed he would continue to do right by her. He wanted this child more than anything in the world. At one time, he never considered the possibility, and yet, with his Antoinette, she made the impossible possible.
As they’re beautiful wife lay curled up against his brother, he noticed that Alexander was also awake and admiring her. Life changed regularly, there was nothing he could do about that, but with his brother standing beside him and the love of the woman between them, Gabriel knew that anything was possible and the sky was the limit.
“Merry Christmas, brother,” Alex whispered, looking at him.
“Merry Christmas,” Gabriel replied.
“She is so beautiful,” Alex said, staring at Antoinette, a look of awe upon his face. “I’ve never thanked you for this wonderful life.”
“There is no need.”
“Yes, there is. My whole life, I never expected much. I was content, living in London. However, coming here, meeting Annie, and learning about my past, you could have turned me away and told me to stay away from her, but you didn’t. You accepted me, and accepted my love for her. You didn’t have to, yet you gave me the chance to have it all, and I want to thank you for that. You really are the best brother anyone could ask for. Thank you for sharing her with me.”
“You’re my brother. I love you,” Gabriel admitted.
“Love you, too, bro.” Alex smiled.
“Oh god, I’m gonna be sick,” Annie moaned, turning toward Gabriel.
Gabriel and Alex laughed, moving closer to her. When Gabriel started moving his hand up her thigh, Annie slapped his hand away. “The last time you did that, little bird, I had you on my cross. Shall I have the room prepared?” he asked, grinning.
“No, you ass! I’m going to be sick, move!” she said, quickly covering her mouth. Moving faster than a jackrabbit, Gabriel rolled off the bed as his wife ran to the bathroom.
Sighing, Alex asked, “How much longer until she is normal again?”
“Five months and one week,” Gabriel replied dryly, and then cringed when he heard her in the bathroom.
* * * *
Hazel had just put the last tray of sticky buns into the oven. Steven walked into the kitchen holding a sheet of paper. Figuring it was something to do with the ranch, she chose not to ask what it was. However, when he placed the paper on the counter, she looked at it.
“It’s from Zac Phelps,” he groaned. Hazel tried to hide her smile, knowing Steven ha
ted the former U.S. Marshal. It wasn’t Zac per se that Steven didn’t like. It was the memory of what happened with the man.
“So how is he?” she asked, treading water.
“He’s alive enough to send the e-mail.”
‘Steven, its Christmas. Can’t you put aside your dislike for the man for one day?”
“No. He’s an idiot.” He scowled.
“Well, he is a good friend of mine. He’s been helping Alexander find our missing sister.”
“And I’m fine with that, but why does he have to e-mail you?”
“Because he is a friend,” she replied.
“Friends don’t start off an e-mail with ‘Yo hot lips, your sticky buns were finger-lickin’ good.’”
Laughing, Hazel wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed his cheek. “He is just thanking me for his special delivery. He always did like it when I made my sticky buns for him. I was just being friendly.”
“Your sticky buns are mine, woman. I don’t share well.”
“Ain’t that the truth, asshole,” Neil grumbled, walking into the kitchen. “Seriously, Steven, you are a pussy-stealer. All I wanted was a taste this morning, but no…you had to go and hog my pussy again.”
“Well, I didn’t see you sharing her mouth. You know how much I love having her lips wrapped around my dick. Did you share? Nope.”
Hazel removed herself from between her men, smiling. They had only been married for one month, and nothing had changed. Life with the Conner brothers was going to be interesting to say the least. Her men were overgrown children, and they fought over their new favorite toy with gusto. She couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them.
Surviving it was going to be a miracle!
* * * *
“Momma, can I wear my chaps and boots to the party?” Tabitha asked Emma, her daughter’s lovely eyes pleading with her.
“Ask your daddy. If he says yes, then I don’t mind,” she replied.
“Sweet!” Tabitha smiled and then screamed, “Daddy,” as she ran out of the room looking for one of them. Her daughter barreled down the hall, bumping into Travis, but kept moving, in search of the one father her daughter knew would tell her yes.
Yep, Tabitha McKenzie Quinn knew how to work her fathers. God help the man or men her daughter set her sights on. They wouldn’t know what hit them.
Looking down at her other sleeping daughter in her arms, she smiled. Tamara Jane was such a quiet, peaceful baby. So easily contented, her little peanut hardly ever made a noise, even when she battled an ear infection a couple of weeks ago. Nope, her little bundle was a godsend, and now she was going to have another.
The day had started with a bang, when Tabby shouted “Merry Christmas” and then proceeded to jump on the bed, waking everyone up. Poor Tucker got the brunt of Tabitha’s jubilance and was still walking with a limp. The minutes that followed were utter chaos as gifts were ripped open, and squeals of delight could be heard throughout the whole house. It was another successful Christmas morning, and everyone was happy.
All was right in her world.
* * * *
Jacks sat and watched his sons crawl around as they tried to climb into one of the many boxes that now lay empty. Hell, if he had known that an empty box would be more appealing than the many gifts left untouched, he would have bought out UPS.
Leading the charge was Orin, who was busily trying to erect a fort. Sometimes he really worried about the mental stability of his older brother. Of course, Orin did have his moments, especially when he presented each of the boys with their own rocking horses. Made with his brother’s own two hands, they were remarkable. Strong and sturdy, they were something that would be around for generations to come.
Orin knocked it out of the park with those gifts.
They were waiting on Davis to emerge with Lilly’s gift when Orin asked, “Hey, Jacks, were is the duct tape?”
“Why?”
“Well, I was figuring that if I taped the fort together, the boys could play with it for days.”
“You are not duct taping anything. Those boxes are going in the trash, today,” Lilly said, sitting on Jack’s lap. Smiling, he wrapped his hands around his wife and hugged her closer.
“You tell him, babe.”
“Come on, Lilly. The boys love these boxes,” Orin complained.
“I said no,” she said firmly.
“Bet I can get her to say yes,” Davis said, walking into the room with a mischievous grin on his face.
Hot damn, it’s party time!
Nodding, Jacks looked at Orin, who grinned and stopped what he was doing as he moved closer to their wife.
“What are you boys up to?” Lilly asked curiously.
Davis presented her with the small package and said, “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“But we decided not to exchange anything,” Lilly sputtered, taking the gift.
“We lied,” Orin quickly said, rubbing his hands together. “Open it, sweetheart.”
Jacks and his brothers watched in rapt attention as their wife slowly and meticulously unwrapped the small box. If she took any longer, the front yard would be sprouting daisies!
Jacks heard Orin sigh and Davis groan. He decided if they wanted to salvage the moment, he needed to move his wife along. “Baby, the animals are getting restless. You better hurry.”
Giggling, she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I think you’re right.”
Holding the small wooden box in her hand, she lifted the lid and gasped. “Oh wow.”
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Jacks, Davis, and Orin said simultaneously.
“It’s beautiful boys, but what is it?” she asked.
“Why don’t we show you?” Jacks whispered as Davis and Orin got to their feet, quickly putting the boys in the playpen. After throwing a couple of new toys in the pen and giving them fresh bottles, they followed Jacks into the next room where he had already had their wife bent over the whipping chair, naked.
“It’s going to be a great Christmas,” Orin said, slapping Davis on the back.
“The best!” Davis replied.
* * * *
Looking at his family laugh and enjoy themselves, Micah leaned back in his recliner and felt exhausted. Who knew having a little girl around Christmas could be so exhausting? After leaving Kelly and Daniel asleep last night, he came downstairs and proceeded to put together the small pink bike he had picked up for his niece with purple sparkly streamers and a white, wicker basket on the front. His niece giggled and clapped in delight when she saw what Santa had brought her. Yet, now she looked unhappy. Wondering if she was thinking about her momma and daddy, Micah patted his lap. “Come here, Molly. Come sit with me for a second.”
She quietly got up from the floor, leaving her new dolls and bike. Kelly, who was sitting on Daniel’s lap, looked up curiously. The room quieted as Molly climbed into his lap. As she settled, Micah wrapped his arms around her and she leaned her head on his chest.
“What is it, baby?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Well, I would have thought you would be happy, little soldier. Santa sure did think you were a good girl. Look at everything he brought you.”
She lifted her little head and looked at the room before her. Nodding, she replied, “I was a good girl, too. I almost got everything on my list.”
“Ah, I see.” Micah smiled, kissing the top of her head. “What did Santa forget to bring you?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she sighed, leaning back against him.
“Sweetheart, everything about you matters to us,” Kelly said lovingly.
“Kelly’s right, Molly-pop. What did the big fat man forget? Because if it’s important, I can round up a scouting group and we will hunt him down for you. Just say the word, and Santa’s toast.” Daniel smiled, and Molly giggled.
“You can’t find Santa, Uncle Daniel. He lives at the North Pole.”
“Well, now that I have his location, it’s on like Donkey Kong
.” Daniel grinned.
“You’re silly, Uncle Dan. You can’t see Santa anymore. He’s invisible till next year.”
“Cool, stealth mode, I like it.”
Sighing, Micah knew if he didn’t stop the two of them, their conversation would become epic with the world turning on its axis as Daniel stormed the elf workshop in full battle rattle! “Back to the matter at hand, what exactly did Santa forget?”
All the laughter drained from her face. Whatever the big fat man forgot must have been really important to his niece. Micah felt awful. This was her first Christmas without her parents, and he wanted it to be special. It was one thing to send a gift in the mail to a child he only saw once or twice a year, but to be responsible for her happiness was something he took very seriously. His heart constricted as he waited for her to muster the courage to speak. When he looked up at Kelly and Daniel, they both just shrugged their shoulders. They didn’t know anything either.
“I knew I was asking for something big, but it’s Christmas, and I was really, really good this year, Uncle Micah. Really I was,” Molly said, her yes pleading for him to agree.
“You were, sweetheart, the best.”
“I asked Santa for a puppy,” she whispered.
Kelly and Daniel smiled at each other and quietly left the room to give Micah some time alone with his niece. There wasn’t much Micah wouldn’t do for Molly. He loved her dearly, but a puppy was a big responsibility. He just wasn’t sure she was ready for one at such a young age.
“Molly, puppies take a lot of care. You’d have to walk it, feed it, play with it, and make sure it got a bath and saw the doc when it was time. Baby, you’re only four years old. Don’t you think that’s a lot of responsibility for a little girl?”
“I’ll be five next month,” she replied stubbornly.
“Yes you will, but a puppy is a big step.”
“Uncle Micah, I can handle it,” she said, straight-faced. It took everything in him not to laugh. Molly was so serious and determined to get her puppy. Molly wasn’t like most little girls her age. Unlike them, Molly had grown up before her time. She still talked with Kelly once a week about moving past the death of her parents. It killed Micah to think of this beautiful girl never knowing his sister or her father. He missed them terribly, and could only imagine what Molly was going through. That was why he wanted this Christmas to be special for her. However, even though Molly was smart, quick-witted, and cautious, his niece was only four years old. She may think everything out before she did anything or asked for anything and she was very responsible for such a young age, but a puppy?
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