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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.

I rock into her in slow pulses, my thumb against her clit as she whimpers my name, letting me love her. My free hand glides across her body, touching every perfect inch of her. I pinch her nipples hard, run my fingertips across the sweet rolls of her belly, stroke the lines across her thighs…Fuck.I love this gorgeous body.

And I get to spend the rest of my life worshipping it.

"Lachlan," she whispers, turning her face toward mine. "I love you."

My heart rolls in my chest. I buck my hips, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss as her inner muscles flutter and clench around my cock.

She comes with the sweetest whimper, her juices soaking me.

I grunt, yanking her back against me as I pound into her until the cord snaps and I follow her over the edge, groaning her name. Blood rushes in my ears in a torrent of sound. It's fucking perfection.

"I love you, pretty baby," I whisper when it's over, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight, my hard cock still nestled in her hot little cunt. "You're the sweetest little Christmas present, you know that?"

"Mm," she hums, snuggling deeper into my arms. "Are you sure it's even Christmas yet, Lachlan? It's still dark outside."

"It's midnight." My lips brush her shoulder. "It's Christmas."