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I take him down my throat a few more times, getting him nice and hard and ready for me. When he’s begging me to fuck him, I climb on top of him and, using his shoulder, I hold on with one hand while I guide him into me with the other.
“You know there’s nothing between us,” he warns, making sure I’m aware that if I keep going, there’s a chance I might get pregnant since we’re not using a condom.
The last time we had unprotected sex, we were caught up in the moment, but we both agreed we didn’t want to waste any more time—if it happens, it happens. I haven’t changed the way I feel about that, but I love that he’s asking to make sure. That he cares enough to ask.
“I know,” I tell him as I take him all the way into me until he’s bottomed out, hitting all the most sensitive areas inside me.
With both hands on his shoulders, I start to move up and down, swiveling my hips so we’re both feeling the effects of my movements. In the otherwise quiet room, our moans of pleasure softly fill the air, both of us holding back because we know a little pair of ears is in the other room.
“Fuck, Kels,” Pierce groans, reaching up and massaging my breasts. “This is the best position. You on top, your perfect tits bouncing while your warm cunt chokes the fuck out of my cock.”
He takes my nipples between his fingers and pulls on them, sending jolts of pleasure through my body and straight to my core.
My walls tighten, and Pierce moans. “I’m going to come soon, so if you don’t want to chance me filling that sweet pussy with a baby, I suggest you get off me.”
The thought of Pierce and me creating a baby out of love only turns me on more, and within seconds, I’m throwing my head back and coming hard all over his cock.
He reaches around me and fists my hair, then pulls my face to his for a hard, bruising kiss as he takes over from the bottom, thrusting in and out of me.
“Tell me you want me to come in you,” he demands against my lips as another orgasm builds inside me. “Tell me, Kels. Tell me you want me to fill you with my babies.”
His words are my undoing. “Yes,” I whisper-yell as my orgasm rips through me, and I lose all control of my body. “Come in me, please,” I practically beg. “Fill me with your babies.”
“Fuck!” he growls as he thrusts into me so deep I have no idea where I end, and he begins. And as he comes inside me, coating my walls with his cum, telling me that he loves me over and over again, I can’t help but hope that maybe we did make a baby.
Maybe we’re both crazy.
Maybe we’re moving too fast, and we’ll regret this.
But as I open my eyes and see the way Pierce is looking at me—like he could love me forever, and it wouldn’t be long enough—I know that even if we crash and burn, I’ll never regret taking this ride with him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
PIERCE
“I’m so sorry I ruined the letter,” Jordan says, looking at Santa—AKA Bobby Burns, the town pharmacist—with the saddest, most apologetic eyes. “Would it be okay if I mailed it? I was mad and I shouldn’t have ripped it, but I’ll write a new one, if that’s okay.”
Bobby—er, Santa—nods in understanding. “Of course. You know my address, right?”
“The North Pole?” Jordan asks.
“Yep,” Bobby says. “That’s me.”
When we woke up this morning, we had breakfast and then spent the day packing up their boxes. By the time we finished, we needed to get ready to head to the Christmas festival. We all completely forgot about the letter Jordan ripped last night until we met up with my family and Tilly asked if they could go see Santa to give him the letter she wrote in class.
When Jordan remembered she didn’t have a letter, the look on her face was sad as hell, and I hated that I couldn’t fix it for her, but Kelsie and I assured her we would help her write a new one tomorrow.
Bobby pats the seat next to him and Jordan sits, her features filled with remorse. “I know you don’t have your letter, but I can’t wait to read it once it arrives. If you want, you can tell me something that you’d like for Christmas.”
Jordan glances over at me sadly, her frown deepening. And my heart clenches, knowing she ripped the letter because she doesn’t think she can have what she asked for—a dad.
“I don’t know,” she says solemnly. “I guess… I guess I want a new bike, please. Mine’s at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, so I don’t get to ride it no more.”
