Page 25 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

My hand slid under her night shirt, cupping her breast. I was warm and soft and full, and all I could think about as she arched into me was touching and tasting all of her. She moaned as her hands roamed my body, tugging at my clothes. Soon, we were both naked, hands and lips everywhere like we were afraid this would end prematurely. In the back of my head, warning bells clanged. She was Liam’s. But then her hand cupped my dick, and the thought was gone.

I had no illusion that after this, Lindsay would be mine. I knew this moment for what it was—a single moment in time, so I was going to savor it. My lips trailed down her body, stopping to suck her nipples until she writhed beneath me. Then I continued my journey down her sublime body, pushing her thighs apart.

I slid my tongue through her folds, her taste exploding on my tongue. Her fingers threaded through my hair, holding me to her, making me determined to make her feel good. I flicked my thumb over her clit as my tongue laved her pulsing pussy walls.

She cried out, her body tensing as her essence covered my tongue. I groaned as her taste and cries made me so fucking hard. But I ignored it as I continued to lick and suck. Then, unable to deny myself any longer, I covered her body and thrust inside her, hard and deep.

Her breath caught, and for a moment, I wondered if I hurt her or perhaps this wasn’t what she wanted. But then she wrapped her legs around me, rocked against me, and desire consumed me. I wasn’t a virgin, but neither was I Lothario. I realized that my sexual experiences, while nice and satisfying, hadn’t come close to what I was experiencing seeped inside Lindsay.

I pistoned in and out, in and out, hoping to hell she would come again, that I’d be able to feel her pussy as pleasure rocked through her again. We moved together, and with each thrust I felt like she was more a part of me and I wished this moment would never end.

I hit the peak, growling as I drove into her, ground against her. She cried out, her body shuddering, sending the most amazing shockwaves through me. She gripped me, holding on as our orgasms reverberated through us, between us.

And then it was over and the guilt and self-loathing were immediate. “Oh, fuck.” I rolled off her. What the fuck had I just done?

“What?” she asked, her voice still breathless.

I didn’t want her to see my regret, so I smiled. “Nothing.” I pulled her close to me. “Get some sleep.”

Thankfully, she didn’t press me. Instead, she settled in next to me. “You won’t leave?”

“No.”

But I did leave.In the early morning dawn, I left her bed. Second only to burying my brother, leaving Lindsay was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I felt like a coward. I tried to appease my guilt at having fucked her and then leaving her by writing a note. It was no wonder she didn’t want to see my face now.

I scraped my hand over my face as if that would rid my guilt and shame.

The worst thing was, seeing her again, all the feelings I’d had five years ago rushed to the surface. They hadn’t faded. The admiration, the awe, the love, the desire… it was all here as strong as it had been the day I walked out on her. Perhaps that was my punishment for leaving. But how could I have stayed? It wasn’t like I could make her mine. She’d been Liam’s. That made her off limits to me.

That night,I had a restless sleep. The memory of sleeping with her came to me in a dream, followed by the nightmare of Liam being angry at me for taking what was his. By the time I woke, I knew I had to get the situation here resolved. I needed to figure out what the fuck was going on, make sure that Lindsay was safe, and then go home and leave all this behind again.

9

Lindsay

Iused the drive home from the coffee shop to push the disappointment at how my meeting with Oliver dissolved into the reminder that everything was about Liam for him. I thought back to the night he stayed with me. He’d been so sweet and tender. Was it my youth or my silly romantic fantasies that made me think he cared for me? I understood now that his kindness to me was out of duty to Liam. Was the sex too? That seemed unlikely. No, that was probably because he was hurting and needed comfort too.

By the time I walked into the warmth of my father and Mira’s home, I was focused on my family. The scent of fresh cookies quickly brought me into the moment.

"Mommy!" Three little voices chimed in unison as my girls came running into the hallway.

“We’re making cookies,” Georgie gleefully shared.

“They smell delicious.”

“Come see.” Cassie took my hand and dragged me to the kitchen. There, I found Mira cleaning up a sprinkle spill.

“Look, Lindsay.” Grayson held up a Christmas tree-shaped cookie covered in sprinkles and candies.

“Wow, Gray, that looks amazing.”

“Look at mine, Mommy.” Georgie and Cassie picked up cookies and shoved them in my face.

“Lovely. And what about you, Olivia?”

She held up a star-shaped cookie that like her was reserved, with frosting and a light dusting of golden sugar. She was the artist in the family.

We spent the next hour laughing and playing together, the girls proudly showing off the sugar cookies they continued to decorate. My dad volunteered to get the kids ready for bed, and I helped Mira clean up the mess in the kitchen. Then I said goodnight to the girls, feeling so grateful for the life I had. Yes, I’d suffered some trauma, but out of that I got my three sweet angels.

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