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The world shatters softly around us as we tumble over the pinnacle together. It’s a soundless explosion. A fusion of light and warmth that engulfs us both in its aftermath.

In the stillness that follows, we remain intertwined. The room is enveloped in an almost sacred silence that is broken only by the gentle sounds of our breaths. I feel Teddy's heart pounding beneath my cheek as I slump against him, each beat a steady reminder of the connection we’ve forged.

Key and Atlas join us, their bodies curling around ours with an ease that suggests nothing else would ever fit as perfectly. Their warmth seeps into my skin, and it feels as if our world has contracted to this single space where time holds no sway, and we exist only for each other.

We stay there for what feels like eternity, wrapped in the aftermath, until Key decides to break the serenity.

“So,” his soft chuckle vibrates through the quiet. “Was that, like, the best Christmas present ever, or what?”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

“So, did you enjoy your first Christmas present today, sugar?” I ask as I lazily stroke her hair where her head leans against my shoulder. The warm water around us laps at her perky breasts, staining them a faint rose.

“Mhhmm,” she hums, tilting her head to look up at me. “Best Christmas present, ever.” Emphasizing the ever, she bites at her lip coyly.

“Don’t tempt me to come back for more,” I growl, my dick already standing to attention once more.

“Enough, you two.” Teddy chuckles. “As much as I’m sure we’d all like to replay this morning, we have presents to open and food to eat!”

Atlas grunts his affirmation in the corner as Grace jumps in my arms, pulling away slightly.

“Shoot, you’re right. I need to cook and-”

Rambling on about everything she has to do, you can see the mental list is nearly frying her brain. Yet, she’s in her element. Cooking and taking care of the people she loves is the happiest place for her.

It truly is a Christmas miracle that led us to stumble across this cabin. She’s everything we’ve ever dreamed off, all wrapped up in a sweet little, innocent package. A Christmas angel sent down just for us.

“Let’s do the presents first and then-”

“No, no, nope.” Grace shakes her head adamantly, pulling away from me and wading into the water in front of us all. With the storm now calmed to a soft, white snowfall that’s beginning to settle, acting as a backdrop to her flushed skin, she looks every bit the part of a Christmas miracle. “No presents until after dinner.”

I nod along, not really concentrating on what she’s saying, until her words permeate my mind.

“Wait. What?” I jump up. “No,” I whine, giving her a pout. “But I’ve been waiting to give you your present for a lifetime, sugar. I can’t wait any longer.”

Wading forward in the water, I lower myself in the water just in front of her breasts and blow bubbles, trying to look as innocent as possible. A smile tilts her lips. Raising an eyebrow, she crosses her arms over her chest, impeding my perfect view.

“Well, you’re efficient in the art of waiting then, aren’t you? So holding out a few more hours won’t hurt you.” Patting me on the head like a silly puppy, my bubbles slow to a stop as I sit up, mouth dropping open in shock. She doesn’t even acknowledge my pouting, just moves past me towards the steps.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I’ve got to go and re-freshen up.” Winking at us over her shoulder, we all stare on with hard members as she exits the hot tub, lascivious curves and all. Her flushed ass swaying to a rhythm only she hears.

Grabbing a towel from the hooks in the corner, she pads bare footed out the door, leaving the three of us alone.

“She’s feisty when she wants to be,” Teddy comments, extending his arms over the edge of the embedded tub.

Sat against the edge of the overhang, he glances outside into the wilderness. Following his gaze, we watch as a doe and two fawns prance across the snowy landscape. Totally relaxed, she watches on as her babies play together. Shaking the snow off their tawny coats, their pink tongues dart out to lick some off their noses before they nuzzle one another and start their games once more.

“She’s made for us.”

I grin at Atlas’ remark. The thoughts of our little gym session earlier crashing into my mind like Santa down the chimney.

I lick my lips. “She was definitely made to take us all, that’s for sure. I can’t wait to get her home and pump her full of our seed until-”

Atlas groans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “Enough, or we’ll never make it out of here.”

“What? I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.” I shrug.

“Yeah, well, save it for another day,” Teddy remarks. “Let’s go get washed up and ready to help her.”

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