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“But what the hell are you wearing, baby?” my twin asks as she walks toward the four of us.

“I’m Mrs. Claus,” she whispers.

I pull her into my arms, spinning her around so I can check out her outfit. I look for snaps. Buttons? A zipper? A gap somewhere that I can get my hand in, but there isn’t a single fucking one. “What fucking devious trickery is this, Red?” I growl.

“It’s my onesie,” she giggles.

“But how do I get into it?” I ask her as my brothers laugh — like this is funny.

She pulls a tiny flap near the base of her throat. “It’s a concealed zipper, see?”

“I don’t like it,” I say with a shake of my head. “It’s impenetrable.”

“It’s just for Christmas,” she laughs.

“I still don’t like it,” I say as I wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck. “I like my hands on your skin.”

She shivers in my arms and my cock twitches. “I like your hands on my skin too,” she purrs.

Fuck! I didn’t get enough of her in the kitchen. Not nearly enough. I want to fuck her so bad, but we have to go through her activity list first. I would much rather peel this goddam onesie off her, lay her down on that bed and do filthy things to her sexy little body all night long. I can guarantee my brothers will be thinking the same too. But she’s so fucking excited about Christmas Eve and all of the things she has planned for us.

I can wait.

For her, I can.

For her I would wait a goddamn lifetime.

ChapterTen

JESSIE

After the twins have fallen asleep we head to the den to exchange presents. None of us are in need of much, and the boys never even used to exchange gifts at all, so we have agreed on one present each. They still didn’t buy each other gifts though, which means I’ll end up with four, and they only get one. They don’t know about the extra ones I sneaked under the tree from the twins though.

I smile to myself when I think about tomorrow morning – Christmas with them and our babies is going to be something else. Last Christmas was magical. I was eight months pregnant and they spoiled me in so many ways. But I know that this one is going to be even better.

I sit cross legged on the floor and wait for them to open their gifts. “One at a time,” I insist because I want to watch them all as they see what I got them.

They have more money than they could spend in three lifetimes and don’t need anything at all — so I tried to choose gifts that would make them smile instead.

“Me first,” Mikey insists, already tearing into the paper before the others have agreed, not that they would deny him. He’s an excitable little toddler at heart and it is one of the many reasons I love him. He pulls the soft fabric out of its wrapping and unfurls it, holding it up so he can see it in its full splendor. I can’t see his face because it’s hidden but then I hear him laughing loudly. He places the gift beside him and crawls across the floor to me.

“I fucking love it, Red,” he grins before he kisses me on the lips.

“What does it say?” Conor asks as Liam picks it up.

“Don’t kiss the chef,” Liam chuckles as he turns the apron around to show everybody. “Unless your name is Jessie Ryan.”

“Well your old one was getting a little worn. And that one seemed much more fitting,” I say with a smile. Mikey always wears his ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron when he’s cooking.

“It’s perfect,” he says with a wink.

“Me next?” Liam asks as he holds his own wrapped gift in his hands, and Shane and Conor nod their agreement.

He opens the paper carefully and pulls out the framed map and certificate before he reads it. “You named a star after me?” he asks with a smile so big that it makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. He is such a sensitive soul.

“Yes. And the map is of where it was in the sky the night you first kissed me and changed our lives forever.” I blush at the memory making his brothers laugh.

He shakes his head and stares down at the frame in his hands.

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