Page 102 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

She grins. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Let me find us a quieter spot,” I say, glancing at the road ahead. I start driving again and my pulse kicks up, anticipation crawling over my skin.

She tilts her head, pretending to think it over, though I can see the spark of excitement in her eyes. “If it’s not too much trouble,” she says sweetly, her words laced with challenge.

I don’t even respond, just hit my turn signal and pull off at the next highway exit. The first place I spot is a small gravel lot tucked behind a cluster of trees, far enough from the road for privacy. Perfect.

I park the car, kill the engine, and turn to her. She’s watching me, her cheeks a little pink, but her gaze steady. She’s nervous, maybe, but eager too. I step out, opening her door and holding my hand out.

“C’mon,” I say softly.

She takes my hand, her fingers cool against mine, and lets me help her out of the car. The air feels heavy around us, the kind of tension that buzzes under your skin and makes everything sharper. I open the back door and guide her in, my hand brushing the curve of her hip.

Her breath hitches when I slide in next to her, closing the door behind me. It’s quiet, just the two of us, cocooned in the small space. She shifts, her dress riding up slightly, and my eyes catch the way her body moves—the curve of her belly, the swell of her thighs. God, she’s beautiful.

“Jamie,” she says, her voice soft, almost uncertain.

I lean in, my hand cupping her cheek. “We don’t have to…”

“I want to,” she interrupts, her voice firm now. Her gaze locks with mine, heat and trust swirling in those eyes of hers. “I want you.”

Something inside me snaps. I kiss her, slow and deep, taking my time. She tastes like sweetness and something I can’t put into words, something that’s just her. My hands find her waist, sliding over the fabric of her dress, and she melts against me.

“Savannah,” I murmur against her lips, “you’re gonna drive me crazy.”

She laughs, breathless. “Good.”

I trail kisses along her jaw, down her neck, my hand slipping under her dress. Her skin is warm, soft, and when I reach the edge of her panties, she lets out a small gasp.

“You okay?” I ask, pulling back to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing uneven, but she nods quickly.

“I’m perfect,” she whispers.

And I believe her.

“That you are, baby.” I let my fingers trail down her thigh, her skin smooth and warm under my touch. I glance up at her, giving her that grin she can’t resist. “Now, take your phone out and record this for the guys.”

Her eyes widen slightly, her lips parting like she’s about to argue, but then she just shakes her head, smirking. “You’re unbelievable, Jamie.”

“Damn right, I am,” I say, tugging her panties the rest of the way down. They’re black lace, delicate, and when I slide them off, she’s already glistening for me. My breath hitches for a second. She’s perfect—rounder in all the best ways, glowing from head to toe, and mine.

“Phone, Savannah,” I remind her, voice low.

She lets out a soft laugh, but there’s heat in her eyes as she grabs her phone from the seat. She fumbles with it for a second before holding it up, aiming the camera. “You better not make me regret this.”

I chuckle, leaning down, my hands spreading her thighs. “Oh, trust me, baby. You’ll thank me later.”

The first taste of her hits me like a damn drug, sweet and addictive, and the soft moan she lets out just about wrecks me. I glance up to make sure she’s still holding the phone, and sure enough, she’s got it aimed right at me, her other hand gripping the edge of the seat.

“Jamie,” she whispers, her voice trembling, full of need.

“Yeah, baby?” I rasp, my tongue teasing her in slow, deliberate strokes.

“I…” Her words cut off as her head tips back, a deep groan escaping her.

“That’s right,” I murmur, the vibrations of my voice making her hips jerk. “Let them hear how good I make you feel.”

She mutters something that sounds like my name mixed with a curse, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I take my time, drawing it out until she’s trembling under me, her body arching, thighs tightening around my shoulders.

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