Page 101 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

She tastes like sweetness and something else I can’t quite describe.

When I pull away, she looks up at me, eyes soft and trusting. I want to take care of her. I want to be the one who fixes all this shit, who makes her feel good, safe, wanted. I take a deep breath and push forward.

“So, listen,” I start, trying to keep my voice casual. “The guys and I were talking, and we wanted to know if you’d be up for something after the game on Saturday.”

She blinks, confused. “Something?” Her voice is light, a little unsure, but I can tell she’s curious.

“Yeah,” I say, tapping the wheel with my fingers. “We were thinking maybe we could take you somewhere special.”

She’s quiet for a second, her eyes narrowed slightly. “Somewhere?” she repeats, still not sure what I mean.

“Yeah,” I nod, keeping my tone light. “Like a surprise. You’d like that, right?”

She glances at me, lips curling up in that soft smile I’ve come to love. “Okay,” she whispers, her voice almost playful now.

“Good.” I smile back, but it fades quickly as I notice the shift in her tone. She goes quiet again, staring out the window.

I take a deep breath, knowing what’s coming. “Is Noah giving you trouble?” I ask, trying to make her smile again.

She shakes her head, and I can’t help but feel relief wash over me. “No. He’s been an angel,” she says, her voice low. “He sleeps through the night now. He loves being around Millie’s babies. He’s with Chase and the other kids today.”

I nod, feeling a little lighter. “That’s good. Real good.”

Then her tone drops lower, and I feel this twist in my gut. It’s like she’s about to tell me something that’s been weighing on her, something she’s been holding back. “But that’s not what I’ve been needing help with,” she says, her voice almost a whisper.

I keep my eyes on the road, but my hand drifts to her cheek, stroking it gently. “Tell me, baby. Whatever it is, I’m here. You know that, right? Anything you need, just say the word.”

She takes a deep breath and then finally meets my gaze. Her eyes are darker now, like she’s about to share something that’s been buried beneath the surface.

“One thing pregnancy didn’t prepare me for…” She pauses, glancing at me with a little smirk. “The hormones,” she says, shaking her head. “I’ve been…well, I’ve been horny as hell lately.”

I blink, trying to process what she just said. “Wait, what?” I laugh a little, but there’s no hiding the heat creeping into my chest. “You’re telling me…you’re telling me you’re hot and bothered?”

She shrugs, a little sheepish but still holding my gaze. “Yeah. Guess that’s what happens when you’re carrying three babies, huh?” She bites her lip, like she’s trying not to laugh at herself. “I just…can’t stop thinking about it sometimes.”

I feel a rush of heat run through me. “God, Savannah,” I mutter, my grip tightening on the wheel. “You’ve no idea what you do to me.” I glance at her again, catching the way her eyes are glimmering, like she’s teasing me but not. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

Her hand moves, trailing along the top of her ice cream cone, the way she licks it, so slow. It’s fucking torture. I have to look away, clenching my jaw to keep my thoughts in check.

“Jamie,” she says, almost breathlessly, and my name falls from her lips like a command. “I need you to help me with this.”

I swallow hard, my mouth dry. “Baby, you know I want to, but…”

She leans closer, her hand finding my thigh, her fingers tracing the edge of my jeans. “I know you want me. I can see it.” Her voice lowers, seductive, like she’s reading my damn mind. “I need you, Jamie. Please.”

My mind is fucking racing now, trying to process what the hell is happening. She’s fucking with me, and God, I love it. But she’s serious too. She needs me, and shit, I can’t leave her hanging.

She bites her lip, her gaze never leaving mine.

My body reacts, and I force myself to take a breath. “Well, damn,” I mutter. “You’re killing me here, baby.”

She chuckles, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having on me. “It’s not my fault, Jamie,” she teases. “Blame it on the hormones.”

I shake my head, trying to regain some control over myself. “You want me to do something about that?” I ask, half-joking, half-serious. “Because I’m more than happy to help you out.”

She smirks, her eyes darkening with that same playful look. “If you’re offering...”

I let out a low laugh, shaking my head again. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, Savannah.”

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