I slid my hands down her waist and cupped her gorgeous ass in my palms, pulling her even closer, letting her feel the hardness under my jeans. She made the cutest sounds as she ground her hips into mine. She was fucking driving me insane.
I was going to strip her naked and bend her over the arm of the couch. I’d thrust into her like a man possessed.
She was breathing hard as she dragged her mouth away from mine. I protested and captured her lips once again only to have her elude me once me.
“The…kids…” she said in raspy voice.
I didn’t understand her words at first. They sank in slowly.
“How much—how much time do we have?” I panted against her neck.
“They’ll be back any second.” Her answer was robotic, her eyes glazed.
As if they’d been waiting for their cue off-stage, we heard the pounding of feet running down the hallway from the elevator.
“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping her ass tighter. I didn’t want to end what we’d started.
“Perfect timing.” She pushed on my chest again, and this time I released her.
“Yeah, perfect.” I backed away and leaned down to pick up a box of decorations, feigning interest in their contents, but I had the boner of all boners, and my boy wanted satisfaction. So did I. We were screwed, and not in a good way.
The door slammed open and hit the wall with a bang. Two whirlwinds stormed into the living room and slid to a halt in front of the large tree. They stared up at it in awe.
“We got a tree. It’s really tall. Can we decorate it now? Is it real? Where’s our star from our old house?” Hailey rapid-fired the questions at no one in particular.
Heath glowered at me, almost accusatorily.
“Is something wrong?” Caro asked.
“The lights are on. They shouldn’t be on until we do the tree lighting.” His voice dripped with disappointment and anger. I blinked a few times, not expecting such hostility and still recovering from raging lust.
Having more experience, Caro recovered faster and rushed forward. “Oh, honey, sorry, we were testing them. I’ll turn them off until we do the official tree lighting tonight.” Before she had a chance to unplug the lights, Heath stomped from the room. A second later, his door slammed shut. Hard.
Caro, Junie, and I exchanged glances. What had just happened? I was missing some big piece of Christmas past. Hailey ignored Heath’s outburst and rummaged through the decorations.
“I apologize for his behavior. Things have been going so well, he was due for a meltdown. His dad used to make a big ceremony out of lighting our tree every year. He’s struggling with change.”
I nodded. My heart pinched when Caro referred to Mark as Heath’s dad. I wanted to be his dad, and I’d assume that role as soon as feasibly possible. I’d tread lightly and be sensitive to the loss of the only dad they’d known. While he might not have been the best husband to Caro, by all accounts, he’d been a great father and tough act to follow.
I hoped I was up to the task, in more ways than one.
Easton point of view
Tail tucked between my legs and my dick aching from dissatisfaction, I trudged back to my condo. I had lots to do, considering it was Christmas Eve, and I’d procrastinated as usual. Pushing thoughts of Caro and the kids from my mind, I started on my list.
I’d intended to tell my family about the twins in person, but there never seemed to be a time that worked out for all of us to be together. My two brothers played for hockey teams in different parts of the country. My hardworking mother, our rock, had decided to go on a European cruise with her single female friends for the holidays.
Since my entire team knew, it was only a matter of time before the word spread and my family found out from people other than myself. I had to tell them now, before that happened. Mom was in port and was calling at one p.m. I waited for her call, anxious to reveal my secret, pacing the floor as I played over and over in my mind exactly how I’d break my news to her.
Typical of Mom, the phone rang exactly at one.
“Hi, Merry Christmas, Mom,” I said huskily, unable to cover up my nervousness.
“Merry Christmas, honey. Are you okay?” Her voice was laced with concern, and I cringed. She’d picked up on my tone immediately. I’d never been able to fake her out. She always knew when something was up with me or one of my brothers.
“I’m good, Mom. Really good.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, taking deep, calming breaths. There was nothing to be worried about. My mother would embrace having grandchildren with the same enthusiasm she attacked everything in her life.
“I have something to tell you.”
“Easton, are you okay? Are your brothers okay?” She sounded alarmed, and I rushed to squelch her concerns.
“It’s nothing like that. We’re all fine.”
“Then what is it?”
“Are you sitting down?”
“Yes.”
There was no easy way to say this, so I blurted it out. “I’m a father.”
I heard a gasp, after which all was quiet, o I continued.
“I found out recently that I have twins, a boy and a girl.” There, I said it, got it over with, and now I waited nervously for her reaction. The phone was silent for so long I thought we’d been disconnected. “Mom? You still there?”
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