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"He's what I've wanted since I met him," she whispers.
Lachlan expels a heavy breath and then slides me off his lap before rising to his feet. He crosses the room, stopping directly in front of his sister.
I hold my breath as he stares at her, not speaking.
And then he curses and drags her into his arms for a tight hug. "Then it looks like we're both getting what we want for Christmas this year, baby sister," he says, pressing a hard kiss to her temple. "Because I know exactly how that feels."
She throws her arms around him, sobbing. He squeezes her tight, rubbing her back for a moment before he and Sinclair exchange a glance.
“I’ll take care of her,” Sinclair vows solemnly. “You know I will.”
Lachlan jerks his chin in a nod, and then dips his head to whisper something to Lyric.
She gasps, her head flying up. “What? Seriously? When?”
“A few hours ago,” he murmurs, a soft smile on his lips. “She said yes.”
Lyric turns to look at me, her eyes wide. “You’re going to be my sister-in-law? Really?”
“Um…” I glance at Lachlan, suddenly nervous. But he just smiles at me and nods. So I exhale a breathe and glance at Lyric again. “Yes,” I whisper. “If you’ll have me.”
She squeals, rushing across the room to fling her arms around me. “Oh my gosh! I’m so freaking excited. It’s about time I got a sister.”
I hug her back, my eyes watery as the knots of worry in my stomach dissolve. She doesn’t hate me. I’m not sure why I thought she would.
“Please tell me that you’re spending Christmas with us,” she practically pleads. “I cannot spend another holiday alone with these two. It’s intolerable, Caitlin. They’re both grumps. Rescue me.”
“We aren’t that bad,” Lachlan says, rolling his eyes.
“You only let me decorate because I threaten to maim you.”
“He decorated the office.”
Lyric spins around to face him, her mouth falling open in shock. “You decorated your office? You never decorate the office unless I throw a fit.”
“Yeah, well, things are different this year.” Lachlan’s eyes lock with mine, his expression hot and a little wild. “Everything is different now.”
I shiver at the intense look in his eyes. He’s right. This year is different. I’m not dreading Christmas. For once, it feels…magical.
Chapter Eight
Lachlan
"Wake up, pretty baby," I croon, slipping a hand between Caitlin's legs as I nuzzle the back of her neck. "It's Christmas."
She moans wordlessly, parting her legs slightly.
I nip her skin, rolling my thumb over her swollen clit. My fucking cock aches, desperate for another taste of her. Alwaysdesperate for another taste of her. I've lost count of how many times I've been inside of her over the last two days, fucking her raw. If she's not pregnant by now, she will be by the end of the day.
Lyric and Sinclair are coming over for dinner and gifts later. I intend to spend the rest of the day inside my fiancée, making sure she's nice and bred. She'll be dripping my cum for weeks.
I tug her leg back over my hip, opening her up to me as my cock nudges her hot little hole from behind.
"Wake up, baby," I breathe against the shell of her ear. "It's time for me to fill you up again."
"Mm, do it," she moans, her voice raspy from sleep.
I groan, rocking my hips forward. She whimpers, melting against me as her tight cunt wraps around me, her slick heat scorching me. Fucking Christ. She feels like heaven.