Page 71 of Twins for the Mountain Daddies

Later that night, she’s wrapped in my arms, Wyatt curled up against her back, but I can feel how tense she is. It feels like she’s still ready to bolt the second we stop paying attention.

“Try to get some sleep,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.

She nods, but I can tell she’s not convinced. Neither am I, really, but I’m hoping that having us both here will help. The three of us are squished together on the too-small bed, but I don’t care. I’d sleep on a bed of nails if it meant keeping her close.

Wyatt is the first to drift off, his breathing deep and even. I’m exhausted, but the adrenaline from finding out she’s pregnant and thinking I’d lost her is still pumping through me, keeping me wide awake.

Ivy shifts, her head resting on my chest, and I know she’s still restless, too.

“Hey,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You okay?”

She looks up at me, her eyes searching. “I’m scared, Holt. What if?—”

I cut her off with a kiss, slow and gentle. I don’t want to hear “what if”. Not tonight.

She hesitates, then kisses me back. It’s slow and deep and full of everything I can’t tell her yet. I can feel the tension melting from her body, her muscles relaxing as she presses closer.

“I’m serious,” I say against her mouth. “You’re stuck with us.”

She pulls back just enough to look at me, her brow furrowed. “Even if it’s hard?”

“Especially if it’s hard,” I tell her, my hands sliding up her sides. She shivers, and I feel her resolve start to crumble.

I take a breath, steadying myself, because this is harder than anything I’ve ever said. But I need to say it.

“I’ve never been good at serious,” I confess, my voice rough. “Never wanted more than what I could have in the moment. But with you? It’s different. I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s real. All of it.” I can feel the truth of my words sitting heavy in my chest, and I realize, at this moment, how much I’ve already let her in. “I didn’t expect to care this much, but I do. I care about you, Ivy. More than I ever thought I was capable of. And I’m not walking away from this, not now. Maybe not ever. Okay?”

“You’ve got to stop being so convincing,” she says, her voice catching as I find the edge of her tank top and slip my fingers underneath.

“Not a chance,” I reply, tugging her shirt over her head.

I roll us until she’s straddling me, her hair falling around us like a curtain. I can see the moment she lets herself give in, her eyes darkening with want. I roll again, flipping her onto her back, pinning her beneath me, and she gasps, her mouth open in surprise.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her, kissing my way down her neck to the swell of her breasts. She arches into me, and I slide one hand between us, finding the waistband of her shorts.

“Holt,” she breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I push her shorts down, then my own, my cock hard and ready against her thigh. “Tell me you want this,” I say, needing to hear her say it.

“I do,” she whispers, her voice a mix of urgency and need. “I want you.”

I slide inside her slowly, watching her face as she takes me in. Her eyes flutter shut, and she makes this little sound that drives me crazy.

I pull back, thrusting deeper, and she wraps her legs around me, pulling me even closer. “Fuck, Ivy,” I groan, burying my face in her neck. She’s so tight, so perfect, and I’m not sure how long I’m going to last.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, don’t stop.”

I’m not planning to. I’m going to make her feel so good she’ll forget she ever thought about leaving.

I feel the bed shift, and suddenly Wyatt is there, wide awake and grinning like he just won the lottery.

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” he says, his voice low and teasing.

“Shut up and kiss me,” Ivy tells him, reaching for his neck.

He obliges, pressing his lips to hers as I keep thrusting, finding a rhythm that makes her moan into his mouth. I can feel her getting close, her body tensing around me, and I slow down just to watch her squirm.

“Holt,” she whimpers, her hips bucking up to meet mine.

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