Page 62 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

Her eyes flick to him, then to the bottle on the counter. “Please,” she whispers, walking toward him.

Jamie’s already pouring something into a pretty glass. It’s pink, with a little garnish on the side. He hands it to her with a grin. “It’s calledBlush Temptation.Try it.”

Savannah raises an eyebrow but takes a sip. Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips slowly, clearly surprised. “Oh, wow. That’s...amazing.”

“Good, huh?” Troy asks, leaning back against the counter, his arms still crossed but his focus entirely on her.

“Yes,” she says, her voice soft but firm. “It’s fantastic.”

Jamie smirks, leaning in closer. “Take another sip.”

She does, slower this time, and Jamie watches her like she’s the only thing in the room. When she sets the glass down, his lips are on her neck, kissing softly at first, then harder.

Her breath catches, her body leaning into him.

Troy moves in next, stepping behind her. “Let me,” he says, tilting her head slightly and kissing the other side of her neck.

She sighs, a sound that makes my stomach twist. Jamie’s hand moves to her waist, and then higher, cupping her breast through the jersey.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, my eyes locked on them, heat pooling low in my stomach.

Savannah’s eyes flutter closed, and she places her hands on the counter for balance. The jersey slips off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin that Jamie doesn’t waste a second kissing.

“Join us whenever you’re ready,” Jamie says, his voice low and rough, directed at me.

I swallow hard, my throat dry. My hands clench into fists at my sides as I try to keep it together, but I’m failing. Miserably.

The room hums with a thick, electric tension as I pick my glass of whiskey back up.

The dim lighting casts shadows that dance across the space, the sound of soft laughter filling the air. My gaze is fixed on Savannah. Her blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, and her skin is flushed under the attention she’s getting from Jamie and Troy.

She looks like she’s caught in a storm—torn between control and surrender. Her miniskirt rides high on her thighs, the jersey clinging to her curves, making it impossible to look away. Jamie’s hands are on her hips, steadying her as Troy brushes a finger down her arm, murmuring something that makes her laugh softly, nervously.

I take another sip, the burn of the liquor doing nothing to dull the fire that’s started low in my gut. The way they’re touchingher—gentle, teasing—is mesmerizing. She’s practically vibrating with anticipation, and I know, without a doubt, we’re all heading down the same path tonight.

“You feel so good,” Troy says before kissing the corner of her mouth,

She lets out a little whimper.

Troy tilts her chin up, his lips brushing against hers, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. Jamie trails his hands lower, his fingers dipping under the hem of her skirt. Savannah’s breath hitches, and I feel my pulse quicken, my grip tightening on the glass. She’s responsive, pliant under their touch, her soft sighs filling the space.

Troy glances at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “You just gonna stand there, Jared?”

I take my time answering, setting my glass down on the table beside me. “Just enjoying the show,” I say, my voice low. But even as the words leave my mouth, I know it’s only a matter of time before I’m pulled into the gravity of what’s unfolding.

Jamie grins, his attention still on Savannah. He presses a kiss to the side of her neck, and she tilts her head, giving him better access. “You sure? She’s looking a little lonely over here.”

Savannah glances over at me, her blue eyes wide and glassy, her lips parted. There’s a flicker of something there—hesitation, maybe—but it’s quickly overtaken by curiosity. Desire. My restraint is hanging by a thread.

“Come here,” Jamie says, his voice steady but filled with heat. “She wants you.”

“Okay,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper.

I step forward, every nerve in my body on fire. Savannah turns her head, her heavy-lidded eyes meeting mine. She looks...wrecked…already, and we’ve barely started.

That’s all it takes to snap the thread. I move toward them, my footsteps slow and deliberate. As I reach them, Jamie shifts,giving me room to step closer. Savannah’s breath catches again as I cup her face, my thumb brushing across her cheek. She leans into my touch, her body trembling slightly.

“Hey,” I say softly.

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