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“Am I wasting my time pulling all these gifts out?” Mikey asks as he sits back on his heels. “Because our girl has been so bad.”
“I have not,” I insist.
“Then there was the incident at Callie’s,” Liam adds.
I scowl at him. “I am definitely not responsible for that.”
“I kinda think you are, baby,” he says, winking at me and making heat coil up my spine.
“And now we have a hideous purple chair in our guest bedroom,” Shane laughs.
“I quite like it,” I say with a shrug.
“And the dress,” Shane goes on.
“Oh, the dress,” Mikey groans as he pokes his head back under the tree and both Liam and Conor voice their agreement.
“The dress?” I blink in confusion.
“Yes, the dress, sweetheart. The one that you wore last night. The one that hugged every inch of you?”
“It was just a dress,” I whisper.
“That was notjusta dress, angel. It was fucking…” Conor shakes his head.
“It was way too distracting,” Shane growls as he presses his lips close to my ear.
I swallow hard.
“Then there’s the pajamas,” Liam adds as he pulls at the waistband of his red and white striped pants.
“And let’s not forget that fucking monstrosity,” Mikey says as he crawls out from under the tree and looks at me.
“What monstrosity?” I ask with a frown.
Shane grabs a wad of my pajama fabric in his fist. “I think he means this, sweetheart.”
“Oh,” I giggle.
“So, what are we gonna do with all these then?” Mikey asks as he looks down at the pile of wrapped gifts beside him.
“Are they all for me? There are way too many. We agreed one each,” I say.
“Like you stuck to that rule, Red,” Mikey laughs. “I see our other gifts under there too.”
“They’re just little ones from the babies.”
“These are just little,” Mikey replies as he picks up a small gold parcel before he looks at his brothers and grins wickedly. “Are we gonna let her open them?”
I look at Shane. “What do you say, Santa?”
He cups my face in his hands, his eyes dark as they burn into mine. “Are you our good girl?” he asks in that low timbre that has a direct path to my ovaries.
Holy fuck!
“Yes,” I purr.
“Then I suppose we are,” he slaps my ass and shifts me off his lap.
