Page 75 of Yuletide Acres

Chapter 15

Poppy

Ipeer through the blinds, in awe at the sheer volume of snow now covering the ground. “It really is a winter wonderland.”

Dylan chuckles from the bed, and I return to the warm cocoon of his arms with a smile. “Good thing you like snow. Montana produces a ton.” His hands skate along my body as his mouth finds mine. “Of course, there is more than one way to keep warm this winter.”

I scratch my nails along his scalp, wrapping my legs around his waist and laying claim. Our return to each other has been fraught with obstacles, but after last night, I realize that we’re on the same page. “I like the way you think.”

“Hey, I’m going to be busy producing a gaggle of kids,” Dylan smirks, smacking a final kiss against my lips. “We need to practice.”

I giggle, stretching underneath his form, and relishing these quiet moments before the house wakes up. I’m especially enjoying the feel of his fingers as they find their intended target, sliding along my slick skin.

“Looks like I’m not the only one raring to go.”

“Totally your fault. If you were terrible in bed, we wouldn’t have this issue. But, like everything else, you insist on excelling.” My final word huffs from my mouth as Dylan buries himself inside me.

“What were you saying?” Dylan inquires, cocking his brow at me as he moves inside me, filling me completely.

“I have no idea,” I breathe, fisting the sheets. “Just keep going.”

“Daddy, are you and Poppy getting up soon?” Marissa inquires from the other side of the door.

“In just a minute, Cupcake,” Dylan answers, his hips undulating against mine.

“We have to stop,” I whisper, giving his shoulders a slight shove.

“No, we don’t. She can wait five minutes for Cocoa Puffs.”

“I’m not feeding that child Cocoa Puffs.”

Dylan chuckles, but the laughter slides from his face, replaced by intense heat as his hands grip my ass, tilting my hips upward. “I feel you, Sunshine. You’re almost there.”

I manage a sated moan as my climax overtakes me. I bite into his shoulder to hold back the scream, whimpering through a second orgasm immediately following the first. The man should write a book on how to please a woman.

With a grunt, Dylan increases his tempo before emptying himself inside me. He collapses onto his forearms, nuzzling my nose. “Now it’s a good morning. That and I’ve worked up a hell of an appetite.”

He pushes off me, sliding on his boxers, and I take a moment to bask in his glory. Dylan catches my outright ogle, sending me a wink. “Like what you see?”

“You have no idea how much.”

He touches his reddened shoulder, sending me a fake glare. “Judging by the welt you gifted me, I have an idea.”

I slide from the bed, throwing on some clothes, in-between kisses from Dylan. I feel so alive around him. I’m not sure how I survived the last decade away from his laughter.

We stroll downstairs, and I set about making breakfast, per Marissa’s request. Dylan insists I don’t need to cater to his daughter, but the truth is that I enjoy having a family to look after. I’ve spent the majority of my life alone, or worse, as an afterthought. I glean terrific satisfaction watching the West family joke and laugh as they chow down on my cooking.

The best part is that for the first time since my foster parents died, I feel like I belong somewhere.

I feel home.

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Dylan wasn’t kidding about the storm. It shuts down Yuletide Acres for the day, but the four of us spend time baking cookies and decorating the house.

By the following morning, I’m desperate to go out into the snow, but my wardrobe is painfully lacking.

“Here. Stop staring out the window and go play.”

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