Page 86 of Twins For My Bestie's Brother

I laugh. “You sure do.”

“Not that,” he says, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “But I can give that to you too.”

“They’re going to be here in twenty minutes,” I say with a ragged breath.

Jackson chuckles, his teeth grazing my ear. “Is that a challenge?”

After we got the all-clear for sex from my doctor, it’s as if we’ve entered a competition with the rest of the world for the couple who has the most sex. I don’t think we’ve gone a day without for the past two and a half weeks. Today, we already fooled around in the morning. Then took a midday ‘nap’ that turned into anything but. And now . . .

I grab the edge of the sink and push my hips back into him. “In. Now,” I growl.

Jackson hefts up the skirt of my dress, pulls my panties aside, and is inside within ten seconds. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”

It’s easy when one touch from him sends me into overdrive. Better get it all in now before I’m as big as a house. “Fuck me. Go fast.”

Jackson places his hands on top of mine and moves his hips furiously into me.

I moan with every thrust. It should be impossible, how fast the friction gets me to an orgasm. But I won’t question it. Not whenit feels so fucking good. I contract around him, warning him that if he doesn’t slow down, I’m a lost cause.

“Shit, you’re going to make me come too quick,” he says through a breathless laugh.

“Do it. I want your come. Fill me up.”

Jackson wraps one arm around my belly, the other over my breasts. He presses into me hard, like he hasn’t already done the job, like he needs to release in me to impregnate me all over again. “Come with me,” he says in my ear.

Our eyes meet in the mirror just as I crest over the edge and my mouth falls open. Both of us shake, orgasms colliding, stripping us of sense.

He floods me, and I clench until I’ve drained him.

I’m warm all over. Would like to take off all my clothes and sprawl out in bed to let the cold air prick my skin.

But I need Jackson just as much. He pulls me into his chest and squeezes, kissing my temple.

“And my gift?” I ask.

The doorbell rings.

They’re early.

Jackson grins. “Later.”

My parents have been buzzing with excitement since they arrived. The invitation was under the guise of a celebration of me being settled in at Jackson’s. A housewarming of sorts. I wanted Kayla to come but she didn’t want to have to fake surprise when we told my mom and dad. The last thing I want is for her to feel left out now that Jackson and I are a pair of our own.

Halfway through dinner, my mother puts her fork down. “Okay, I’m sorry, but I have to say—“

“Sue . . . ” Dad says warningly.

“I can’t wait any longer. Are you two engaged or what?” my mom asks.

Jackson nearly chokes on the bite of his food. Ironic considering we’ve leapt beyond the marriage part right to the baby carriage. “Mm. Sorry.”

“I take it that’s a no,” Mom says.

“That would be fast. We thought it might be too fast,” my father clarifies, patting my mother’s hand on the table.

I start to laugh. And can’t seem to stop.

My mom grows red. “What? It’s notthatfunny.”

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