Page 42 of Twins for the Silver Foxes

Hannah lifted her head and kissed me with a slow, sensual heat that urged me to finally enter her. Her knees framed my hips and pulled me in closer. I lost myself in her embrace, in her warmth, but managed to take my time, stroking slow and deep. She met my thrusts, lifting her hips to accept me and gripping my ass to lock us together.

I put all my weight into my palms and watched her face as the pleasure built. There was no ebb and flow, only a constant need for more.

Hannah ran her hands up my ribs and over my chest. “I feel you everywhere.” She widened her hips the slightest bit and rolled them toward me. “It’s never been like this, Arthur. Never. I can’t hold on.”

“Let go.” I brushed my thumb over her cheek. “Let it all go, Hannah.” Pleasure spiked, my cock swelling tight as a drum when she climaxed around me. A vein stood out in her neck and she threw her head forward, biting my shoulder to stop the scream racking her body. I held on through her orgasm, my thrusts keeping her pleasure peaked on the cusp of another wave. When I pulled out to the tip and slid back in with a slow precision, she let out a strangled moan.

“Do it again,” she whispered.

I did. Again and again until every nerve in my body screamed for release and she panted her desperation in my ear. We soaredtogether, our bodies matched in every way as I pumped into her. I’d never given her this much of my heart, my devotion. I’d had sex with her, but we’d never made love, not like this. I’d given her all of me, heart, soul, mind, and body. She owned me now, owned every beat of my heart.

22

HANNAH

The reality that I continued to keep my pregnancy a secret from my men hampered my happiness as the holidays approached. Arthur’s apology and return to my bed sparked a whole new host of feelings, demanding I tell them the truth. My ex’s reaction to finding out about Liddy allowed fear to hold me hostage.

Keeping this pregnancy a secret risked destroying the relationship I’d finally salvaged. It should be the opposite. I trusted them with Liddy, but not with news of my pregnancy. My reasons sucked but I listened to them, nonetheless.

I wanted to make the occasion special. I was so busy with school and preparing for Christmas that I kept putting it off. Every day that passed, every day that I kept the news from them, made it that much harder to talk about, even though my growing belly threatened to tell for me.

I sat on the crunchy paper in the OB’s office and fisted my hands in the paper gown. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

Grinning from ear-to-ear, the rotund woman at the machine waved her hands like they were magic wands. “You’re having twins.”

Her words rang in my ears, looping in and out between the piercing whistles. “Are you sure?”

“Definitely. Look. There’s baby A, and here’s baby B.” She tapped the screen. “Two distinct heartbeats. Two bodies. Two babies.”

Nausea twisted my stomach. How was it that having twins made my secret more unbearable? The good thing was it sparked an idea for the big reveal. “Can you print me three copies of the ultrasound?”

God love the ultrasound nurse for not asking questions. Still grinning and nodding, she printed the pictures and set them on a side table. “I’ll let you get dressed. You already have your follow-up appointments scheduled so you’re all set.” I nodded and gave her a weak smile and she left the room.

I allowed myself a full minute to lay there and panic before I changed into my clothes and slid the ultrasound pictures into my coat pocket. No wonder my jeans were tighter than I thought they should be at this stage. “Twins.” I cradled the swell of my belly and laughed. “They’re going to be extra shocked.”

I had to tell them. Putting it off any longer would only make things worse, and now that I knew I had two babies to share, I was practically bursting with the news. The woman in the daycare room smiled back at me when I stopped to pick up Liddy. I’d picked this OB because of her stellar reputation and because they had a place for Liddy to stay during my appointments.

“Come on, Liddy.” She took my hand as we left the bright daycare with its animal prints on the walls and crossed to the gift shop.

Liddy’s mouth opened in a wide O, and she darted off to examine a row of stuffed animals. “Can I?”

“One.” I held up a single finger. It wouldn’t hurt to break the news to her with a new stuffed animal. Liddy picked up andexamined every one of them within reach while I spoke with the woman behind the counter.

Twenty minutes later, I had three gift bags, and Liddy was the proud owner of a brand new stuffed giraffe. We walked out hand in hand, Liddy skipping and me juggling the three bags. Her laughter turned infectious when she spotted a man across the street selling balloons.

Now that I’d made the decision, I couldn’t wait to meet up with my men tonight. “Ready, Liddy?” I looked down at her and rounded the corner.

An “oomph” of surprise sounded as my shoulder thumped into something firm.

“Sorry.” The male voice skittered down my spine.

Chad.

No. Surely not. I dared my eyes to deny the familiar tone and raised my head. Well… shit.

His eyes widened. “Hannah?” He looked me over, even taking a step back to get a better view. “You look great.” He sounded startled at the realization that I’d not turned into a desperate frump after having his child.

“Thanks.” I said it with a snide undertone and tugged Liddy closer to my side. “We need to go. Excuse me.” I started past him, glad I’d managed to keep from saying it was good to see him. That would’ve been a straight-up lie, even if it was the polite thing to say.

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