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“Holy fuck! Did they buy you a yacht?” Hayden yelled, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yachts aren’t things you gift a friend with for Christmas,” Declan muttered, shaking his head.
Jackson explained, “No, we didn’t get a half-a-billion-dollar toy for Christmas, but we did get an invitation to spend time recuperating while they honeymoon in the Caribbean. We leave in two days if that works out for all of you?”
Nods and yeses were heard all around, which distracted everyone until I handed out presents to everyone, including Jackson and me. Jackson just looked at me funny. When all of the bags were handed out, I said, “Everyone has to open them at the same time.”
“Who’re they from?” was asked by several people.
“Katie and I found these bags and an envelope in our room right before we came downstairs. There isn’t a name listed on the tags that says who they’re from. All the giver spots are blank, but the getter spots have names. The message Katie and I got said they had to be opened together,” Jackson said.
“Everyone ready?” I asked.
When everyone yelled yes, Jackson counted, “Okay, three, two, one, GO!”
Tissue paper went flying, then bags as the presents were pulled from them.
Evan grumbled, “All that for a black t-shirt? Eighteen identical black t-shirts?” He tossed his back in his bag when he noticed everyone had pulled the same thing out.
Walker shook his out. “Someone wrapped mine inside out,” he said, turning the shirt. He stopped suddenly, his arms still somewhat inside the sleeves.
“Oh! Oh, my God!” Lillian called out, her voice breaking as she rushed to flip her shirt right side out, too. Lillian’s eyes filled with tears as she raced to Jackson and me. She threw her arms around us both, sobbing.
Walker kissed my forehead, then pulled Jackson away from Lillian and me. We stood in each other’s arms, watching them. They hugged like they’d been reunited after decades apart.
Still clutching her shirt to her chest, Lillian demanded, “Everyone turn those shirts around and look at them.”
One by one, the shirts were righted, and gasps filled the air as everyone read the front of their shirts.
Jackson and I were surrounded by the family; hugs, kisses, and questions abounded. I was overwhelmed with the outpouring, especially when not a single question came up about paternity. I was sure everyone would ask, but no one uttered a word about it.
There were so many questions about the baby, then about the babies when the security team’s shirts were shown.
The word “twins” was screamed, and the hugging started all over.
Finally, Jackson managed to sneak us away. Once we were locked in the bedroom, he pushed me up against the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist.
His dick pressed into me. The heat of him warmed me through both our pants. As he pushed into me, he worked my neck—licking, sucking, and chewing at it until I was wound tight.
Jesus, he could reduce me to a wanty, needy mess in no time. Sometimes, all it took to get me riled up was the sound of hisvoice or the low moany growly thing he did in his sleep when his dick got hard and rubbed against my butt.
“Jackson,” I moaned. My head bounced off the door.
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” he growled. “I’m gonna make you beg and plead and come a dozen times before sliding into you.”
“Yes! God, yes. Please,” I begged.
He stripped me almost without my help or notice. He toyed and played with me until I vibrated with need. He sank his fingers in me, twisting them until I prayed for release.
He was God—my deity.
And I told him so.
A dark, raspy, sensual chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Someone’s earned their first orgasm.”
His fingers twisted. His knuckles rubbed, and I saw stars.
I gasped and clawed at him as I convulsed.
