Huge Christmas – Huge Series Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
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“Now it’s your turn.”

The first roll of his hips in this position makes my eyes roll. I swear he has a cock with some kind of homing instinct because the slide of it inside me is like nothing else.

“You feel so good,” he says. “So tight, and warm, and slick.”

“You make me so wet,” I say. “Sometimes, when you’re at work, I think about this, and my panties get damp.”

“You should touch yourself,” he says. “Touch yourself and think of my cock.”

“Or you should just stay here and never leave. Become my sex slave.”

He snorts, smiling down at me like I’m the best Christmas present he ever received. “Jenna, how did I get so fucking lucky?”

I wonder the same thing all the time.

“I love you,” I whisper as he hugs me closer, fusing our bodies and overwhelming me with his weight and strength in the best possible way.

“I love you too, baby.”

That night, Harrison holds me close to his chest, using his big hand to smooth my hair, and I don’t draw away to find sleep like I usually would. When he falls asleep, I listen to him breathe, thanking the universe for bringing him back to me. In the darkness, I hold up my hand and look at the new ring on my finger.

Eternity.

The diamonds sparkle even in the low light and my heart burns brilliantly for the man who’d go to the ends of the earth for his family.

Eternity sounds like a long time, but it will never be enough for me and Harrison.

3

CARRIE

I’ll forgive my friends for the trauma of being forced to listen to their reunion sex through the thin walls of their home. It must be hard for Jenna to be without Harrison for weeks at a time, and I totally get the need for a festive reunion. Even though I understand it, it still weirds me out.

“Other people have sex, you know,” Ethan laughs, when I try to hold my hands over my ears. He’s sitting to my left with his reading glasses propped low on his nose, staring at his phone. In a romance novel, he’d be the sexy professor archetype.

“That’s how babies are made,” Nathan says from my right. He’s rubbing cream into my legs, which is a job I am more than happy to do, but he seems to enjoy it.

“I know how babies are made,” I say. “You guys remind me practically every night.”

Ethan snorts, lowering the phone to the comforter and frowning at me. “You sound like you don’t enjoy the reminding.”

“Oh, she enjoys it alright.” Nathan deeps the massage to my calf and my toes curl.

“She’s enjoying that, for sure.”

My twin husbands have a tendency to talk about me like I’m not in the room, but it’s never in a bad way and usually hilarious.

“Nathan has magic hands.” I lay back against the pillow and rest my head in my hands, closing my eyes so I can relax into his touch.

“Only Nathan?” Ethan runs his hand up my hip and under my camisole, his clever fingers finding my nipple and gently rolling it.

“You have magic fingers too.” His magic fingers move to the other breast, squeezing with perfect pressure.

Nathan mutters an expletive and not for the first time I marvel, once again, at the fact that we’ve been doing this for years, but they still treat the exploration of my body as though it’s virgin territory, even though we’ve been doing this for years.

“Are you guys seriously working up to fuck me in Jenna and Harrison’s spare bed?”

“Why do you think Ethan locked the door?” Nathan says.

“So nobody disturbed us while we were changing.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t the reason,” Ethan says.

“I was wondering why you didn’t put on your Christmas PJs.”

This time, both the twins roll their eyes and shake their heads. “Carrie, we love you more than life itself, but we are never wearing Christmas PJs. E. V. E. R.” Ethan bends over me, lifting my top so he can use his clever tongue to lick my stiff nipple. He doesn’t stop there though, moving to suck it into his mouth, all while maintaining eye contact. If we weren’t at a sleepover, I’d be moaning long and loud.

Nathan’s hand drifts up my thigh, no longer content with moisturizing, and now seeking what’s in my panties.

“Fuck,” I mutter, as his finger finds my slick opening and slides upward to find my clit.

“That’s it, baby. Let your legs drop open.”

I don’t waste time knowing what’s coming. Nathan’s clever fingers, followed by Nathan’s clever tongue. I love the way he licks me, like I’m the sweetest ice-cream and he’s trying to work out my flavor.

As he kneels between my legs, using his hands to push my panties aside, I smile at his concentration. “You know, all the girls have bought matching PJs for their families. We’re getting together tomorrow to take an awesome group shot.”


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