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. Always desperate 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."

"You woke me up for midnight Christmas sex?"

"Yes." My hand slides down her belly, inching toward her cunt. "I promised to give you everything on your list today. I intend to work like a good little husband to give it to you, pretty baby." I slip my hand between her legs. "Even if it takes all night." I part her slit. "All morning." My thumb finds her swollen clit. "All damn day."

"Lachlan," she moans, spreading her legs for me. "I love that."

"Love what? This?" I grind my thumb against her clit.

"Husband," she gasps. "You called yourself my h-husband."

We aren't married yet, but we will be soon. Doesn't matter if it's legal or not, though. She is mine and I'm hers in every way that matters.

"Then come for your husband like a good little wife," I demand, playing with her cunt until she's coming all over my cock again. As she shakes and trembles through the aftershocks, I reach beneath the pillow, grabbing the slip of paper I hid there and pressing it into her hand.

She whips her head around to face me, her eyes wide in the moonlight filtering in through the windows. "What is this?"

"Another present." I brush my hand down her cheek. "It's the code for the cameras at work."

"You're giving me the code to the cameras?"

"I thought it was only fair that you got to watch too, pretty baby," I murmur. "Now, you can keep tabs on what your filthy husband is doing when he's watching you."

Her pussy clenches around my cock.

"I have a better plan," she whispers, shifting until she's straddling my hips. She leans down until her lips are inches from mine. "Maybe my filthy husband should just move me into his office with him. It'd be far easier for him to keep tabs on me that way."

Jesus. I love this woman.

"You're right," I growl, gripping her hips as I lunge at her mouth, dragging her down into my arms. "Fuck the cameras. You're definitely moving into my office."

"Merry Christmas to me," she moans as I rock her against me.

I smile, shaking my head. "That isn't your present, Caitlin."

"You keep saying that. Are you ever going to tell me what my present is?"

I nip her bottom lip before brushing mine across her cheek in search of her ear. "Love, Caitlin," I whisper against the shell of it. "Your present is love, every damn day for the rest of your life." And every other goddamn thing she could ever possibly want. But she'll figure that part out later.

She sobs wordlessly, throwing herself against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, my heart full in a way it never has been because she's here and she's finally mine.

Epilogue

Caitlin

Five Years Later

I know he's following me long before I see him. I feel his presence beating down on me like the rays of the sun. But I play his little game, pretending I don't notice him as I window shop near the office. I can't help but smile, though.

After five years, I've grown used to this little game of his. Back then, I didn't know he followed me everywhere. I thought he'd stop once we were married, but he never really did. He just stopped hiding his obsession. At least…most of the time. Some days, like today, he likes to pretend I still don't know his secret.

He follows along behind me until I do something to draw him out. Or we "accidentally" bump into one another. His little game has unfolded a thousand different ways over the years, but it always ends the same way…with us all over each other.

I love it far more than I should.

I love him beyond reason.

He's spent five years making every single one of my dreams come true, and I've never been happier. He and our babies are the center of my universe, and I wouldn't change a single thing about it.

Except, perhaps, to hurry this little game of his along today. I'm pregnant again and unbelievably horny. Something about being pregnant at Christmas does it for me every time.

I glance over my shoulder, searching for him in the crowd. I see a flash of his dark head before he disappears from view.

Fine, then. Two can play this game.

I continue down the street, pretending to look at various shops until I come to the next alley. As soon as I do, I quickly dart down it, laughing to myself. Within seconds, I'm wedged in a boarded-up doorway, hidden from view of the street.

I hold my breath, waiting.

It doesn't take long for my husband to come looking for me. Less than thirty seconds after I hide, I hear his heavy steps stomping down the alleyway, searching for me.

"Caitlin," he growls. "Are you back here?"

I bite my lip, refusing to answer.

He stalks closer, and then closer.

I wait until he's practically on top of me and then jump out in front of him. "Hi, handsome."

"Jesus Christ." He rears back in shock, his eyes wild.

I smirk at him. "Like my hiding spot?"

He doesn't give me a chance to say anything else. In two seconds, I'm in his arms, and he's got me pressed up against the wall, his mouth against mine.

"You hid from me," he snarls, biting my bottom lip.

"You hid first." I grab his cock, already ripping through his button, eager to touch him, to feel him coming apart for him. "Turnabout, husband."

He growls wordlessly, shoving his hand inside my pants.

I bite his lip to stifle my cries as he immediately sets to work, trying to make me come apart. I'm so wet already, so needy…

"I should spank this perfect little pussy," he growls. "You aren't supposed to hide from me."

"If you don't like it, why is your cock so hard, Lachlan?" I pull it out, squeezing as I stroke from root to tip. "You have me all to yourself back here. No one can see us…"

He'll never admit it, but he loves the thrill as much as I do.

"Fuck," he snarls, plunging two fingers inside me.

I come instantly, biting his shoulder to stifle my cries.

"That's it," he breathes. "Come all over my fucking hand, wife."

I do. God, I can't help it. There's something about the fact that this man follows me that's always made me crazy. Knowing that he loves me this much, that he's this crazy about me…I love it so damn much.

I jerk him off in rough pulls, trying to get him there, but he bats my hand away, refusing to let me. "Nu-uh. I'm not coming until I'm breeding this tight little pussy, Caitlin."

I whimper his name, quivering through aftershocks.

He claims my mouth in a hard kiss. "Consider me getting you pregnant again an early Christmas present, pretty baby."

"Wish granted," I whisper against his lip.

He freezes, his entire body going completely still. And then a tremor works its way through him. "What?"

"Wish granted, Lachlan," I say again.

"You're pregnant?"

I nod, tears welling in my eyes. "Yes."

"Jesus Christ." He drags me into his arms, holding me like he's never going to let me go.

"I love you so damn much," he whispers, kissing all over face.

I know he does. When he said he was going to give me everything on my list, he meant it. Every single day for five years, he's given me so much damn love I can't breathe through it. And now, he's giving me another baby, too.

Even though we're in the middle of an alley in Seattle, with his dick out and my juices all over his fingers…it's the perfect Christmas.

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