Page 3 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

Oliver’s tongue slid through my folds, and all thoughts vanished. There were only me and him and the pleasure coursing through me. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him to me as I rocked, seeking my release.

His thumb flicked over my clit as his tongue laved my pussy walls. Sparks flew. Pressure mounted until I soared, crying out as pleasure flooded me.

He let out a groan, continuing to lick and suck until finally, in one fast move, he was over me, thrusting hard and deep. My breath caught at the fullness of him. For the first time in so, so long, I felt whole. I wrapped my legs around his hips and moved with him. The need built again as he pistoned in and out, in and out. We were in sync. Our bodies and something more connected. I never wanted this moment to end.

He let out a growl, driving in and grinding against me. It sent me shooting to the stars again. My body shuddered and I held him tight, wishing this feeling could go on forever.

“Oh, fuck.” He collapsed and rolled off me.

“What?” I asked breathlessly, not liking the tone. Like he regretted what just happened.

His head turned to me, and I was sure I saw regret in his green eyes. But he managed a smile. “Nothing.” He tucked me in close. “Get some sleep.”

I didn’t believe him, but I didn’t argue. I settled in next to him. “You won’t leave?”

“No.”

But he did leave.I woke up the next morning, not only to an empty bed but an empty house. At least he left a note.

Dear Lindsay,

You’ll think me a coward, and you’d be right. But I can’t stay in Boston any longer. My life here was shit except for a short time when Liam met you and you brought lightness to a dark soul. All my life, my only goal had been to protect Liam, and I failed him. And now, I’ve betrayed him.

It’s time for me to move on and away from all this pain. I’m heading to California early to start my new life. I hope that you won’t be too angry with me. You’re a wonderful woman, with so much life and love to give. My leaving will help free you from all the pain Liam caused, and you can move on too.

Oliver

I crumpled the letter up,intending to throw it away. I was angry with him for leaving me like this. But mostly, I was angry at myself for believing he’d felt something for me beyond being Liam’s girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend, actually.

But then I smoothed out the paper, and my heart ached for Oliver. He and Liam had a difficult life growing up in foster care due to an abusive mother. I didn’t think Oliver was to blame for Liam’s fall, but I understood why he’d feel that way. And I also understood why he’d want to leave it all behind.

In the end, I tried to think of our night together as a sweet moment in time when two lost souls connected. I focused on my life, spending time with my dad, Mira, and baby Grayson. I dedicated myself to my new career.

A month later, I discovered that my night with Oliver gave me more than a sweet memory. I was pregnant.

Initially, I planned to call Oliver, not because I needed anything from him but because he had a right to know. But I didn’t call. I re-read his letter, feeling his pain, knowing that in California, he was finally living his dream, a dream he’d put off for Liam. I didn’t want Oliver to sacrifice for me or a baby. I didn’t want to force him to return to a place that only brought him pain.

I rethought that stance when I learned I was having triplets. Three babies at once!

I called his number, hating that this was going to get in the way of his new life. The call went to a disconnected message. I thought about trying to find a new number or email, but the fact that he’d canceled his old number and gotten a new one told me he’d wanted to cut himself off from here. From his old life. From me.

That was okay. I didn’t need money or support because my father, Mira, and Duncan, my father’s friend who was like an uncle to me, would be here. I could do this.

In June, two months early, I gave birth to three beautiful little girls. Interestingly, in the same month, I read that Oliver had struck it rich with an app and founded his own tech company. It solidified my belief that I’d done the right thing in not telling him he was a father.

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Lindsay – five years later.

"Freeze, you little Rugrats!"

The laughing and squealing and shouting came to an immediate halt as my three 4-year-olds froze in various states of movement. Cassie ended up on one leg, losing her balance and falling to the floor.

"You're not frozen, Cass," her sister Georgie said.

"If your lips are moving, you're not frozen either, Georgie,” I said.

Her eyes rounded and she made an “oops” sound.

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