Page 65 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

Chapter Twenty-Five

Savannah

The bed shifts, and I stir, barely opening my eyes. Troy’s getting up. I blink at the dim light filtering through the curtains and sit up, squinting at him. “Where’re you going?”

He stops mid-step, turning to me with that easy smirk. “Checking on Noah,” he says, nodding toward the crib by the wall.

I glance at the small bundle sleeping peacefully. My chest tightens, but not in a bad way. It’s still so new—this life, these moments. “Need help?” I whisper.

“Nah, sleep, baby.” His voice is low and firm, a command wrapped in care.

Jamie’s arm tightens around my waist. “You heard him,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “Sleep.”

“Shh,” Jared adds from my other side, sliding closer. His hand brushes my arm, soothing, grounding.

I smile, letting them cocoon me back into the mattress. Their warmth, their steady breaths—it’s enough to pull me under again.

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The next thing I feel is warmth—soft and deliberate—trailing along my neck, down my shoulder. Lips.

“Mmm.” I stretch, groggy. “What’re you doing?”

Troy’s voice is close, husky. “Waking you up.”

I blink, meeting his mischievous grin. “Where’s Noah?”

“With Jamie,” he says, already pushing the covers down. “Don’t worry. I’ve got other priorities right now.”

“Troy…”

“I need you,” he cuts in, rolling on top of me. His weight pins me in the best way, and I gasp as his hips settle against mine.

“You’re insatiable,” I murmur, but I’m already tilting my head back, giving in as the thick head of his cock slides into me.

Pleasure ricochets through me.

“Oh God,” I moan.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, moving against me, slow shallow thrusts that have me wanting more.

The door clicks open, and I glance over Troy’s shoulder to see Jared stepping out of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips. His hair’s still damp, droplets sliding down his chest.

Jared quirks a brow. “Can I get a turn? I’ve gotta head to the office.”

I laugh, the sound turning into a moan as Troy thrusts harder. “Give me ten minutes,” Troy grits out, not even looking back.

Jared smirks, walking over. He leans down, kissing me soft and slow, his hand tangling in my hair. “Take your time,” hemurmurs, brushing his thumb along my jaw. “I know how good she feels.”

Troy’s rhythm stutters, and I cry out, my hands clutching his shoulders. “That’s it,” he says, voice rough. “Come for me, baby.”

Jared keeps stroking my hair, his lips brushing my temple. “Good girl,” he whispers, his words melting into my skin as Troy pushes me over the edge.

“Yes,” I throw my head back letting the orgasm wash over me. Someone is kissing my neck but I am too wrung out to keep track of who is who.

Troy thrusts me into the mattress, pounding harder and harder.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he growls as his thumb slides to where we are. Jared holds my head up. “Open your eyes Savannah. See how stretched you are for him,” he says.

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