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“Everett, please. I need you so badly. Ineedyou inside me.”

He nips my earlobe before he fills me in one long thrust, stretching me and pulling the most feral noise from me. I want to fall forward and hold myself up on my hands, but I can’t. Everett’s got a strong grip on my hair, and I clench around him.

“Fuck!You’re taking me so well, North. You were fucking made to take my cock.”

“Yes! Yes!Yes!” I chant over and over as he pounds into me from behind. He reaches around me, finding my clit with the tip of his finger and gently circling it, but it has me coming in an orgasm so intense my vision fades and muscles tense from my toes to my face as my eyes squeeze closed.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. Begging for more.”

He releases the grip on my hair, and I fall forward onto my hands. He grips my hips, his movements steady as he fucks me until my tears are blurring my vision. I beg for more. I beg for him to make me come again, and when he does, I call his name like he’s my fucking salvation.

He thrusts one more time and is following me over the edge, calling my name. The way it leaves him, growled. Possessive. Emotional. It has me coming again, this time, feeling liquid gushing down my thighs as I do something I’ve never before—squirt.

I groan as he pulls out of me slowly. He stays behind me, spreading me open with his hands as he stares.

“So fucking perfect,” he muses before I feel his tongue on my clit. I jolt forward, but his arms wrap around my legs, holding me against his face as he eats me from behind. I fall forward, my arms unable to hold me up any more. I moan into the mattress as he thoroughly works me.

“I want you gushing on my face this time, Chloe. I want to drown in your fucking cum.”

I squeeze my eyes closed as my pussy flutters just at his words. He slowly builds me to another orgasm, but I’m still so sensitive. I feel it building, and I know it’s going to be more intense than all the earlier ones. His fingers enter me as he finds that spot that has my legs wanting to give out. I’m close, so fucking close.

He sucks on my clit, and the orgasm tears through me. I’m coming in the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’m squirting, but I have no idea how much. I’m hovering on the edge of consciousness as he laps at every last drop before he lets my hips fall to the mattress.

I can’t even open my eyes; he’s wrung every ounce of energy from me. I hear him leave me and head into the washroom before the sound of running water fills the air. Moments later, he comes back, lifting me and carrying me into the bathroom before I feel us sink into the large bathtub. I must fall asleep in there, because the next thing I know, I’m waking up wrapped in his arms in bed.

FORTY-ONE

CHLOE

The way Everett and Lila fit seamlessly into our Christmas traditions is everything. Everett and I were able to convince Mrs. Simpson to join my family for the holiday instead of doing all that work when she’s still recovering. She only agreed once we said she could come over early and help Mom with food. I know Mom won’t let her do much, though, which eased my worry.

Mom picks up Mrs. Simpson on Christmas Eve, and they work on prepping some of the food for Christmas Day. Everett, Lila, and I arrive for games before Mom insists on pictures in front of the tree. We do individual family photos, Grayson and Hannah together, then Everett, Lila, and me, and then Mrs. Simpson joins us. We get a picture of Mom, Dad, Grayson, and me before I set a timer on the camera and get one of all of us. I swipe through all the pictures, my heart full as we have the whole family together for the first time in years, and so glad we have new additions.

Hannah drags us all outside to make a snowman, which turns into snow angels and then a snowball fight. Lila, Hannah, and I team up against Everett and Grayson until they decide to chase us and we all end up in the snow laughing. I sneak up on Grayson and shove snow down the back of his shirt before I tear my way to the house, barely making it inside to escape his payback. Mom would kill him if he brought handfuls of snow inside. I know I’m not in the clear, he’s home for a few more days before they head back to the city, but Istick my tongue out at him through the sliding glass door. He narrows his eyes, and I know I’ll eventually be in for it.

We all sit down for a charcuterie-style dinner full of finger foods and snacks as a Christmas movie plays and we all curl up. Lila settles on my lap with a bowl of popcorn and M&M’s my mom made her.

Mom insisted on us spending the night, so we get Lila settled on an air mattress in the sun room and Mrs. Simpson in the spare room while Everett and I head to my childhood room. I open the door, and Everett follows in behind me as I flop on the bed, completely exhausted from the day’s activities. Between making snowmen and snow angels, playing games, and pictures, I’m completely worn out.

Everett’s silent, and I open an eye to see him staring at the walls and walking around the room. I push up on my elbows and continue to watch him.

“Having fun?” I ask.

He turns and looks at me, a smile pulling at his lips. “I’m enjoying getting insight into young Chloe.”

I look around my room, trying to see it from his point of view. I have old movie posters from middle school I never took down even as I entered high school and university. There’s an entire bookshelf full of stacks of my YA vampire romance books that I would stay up all night reading. Pictures with my friends are all over the place.

Everett starts looking at the cork board above my old desk, moving some of the things pinned that are hiding others. In the bottom corner, he moves a picture of Grayson and me at his high school graduation that I used to cover the ultrasound picture he had given me after they came home and told us Rebecca was pregnant. I never had the heart to throw it out. I still can’t. He silently covers the ultrasound with the picture before he moves over to bookshelf, pulling one of the books off the shelf and reading the back.

“Do you still read this stuff?” he asks, no judgment in his voice.

“I read more adult versions, but I mainly stick to romance.”

He nods and slips the book back on the shelf. He moves to stand in front of me and offers me his hand, pulling me up before helping me out of my shirt and bra and then my leggings and panties before he helps me into one of his T-shirts that I’ve claimed as my new sleep shirt. He told me to raid his closet if I wanted an oversize shirt, so Idon’t feel bad about it. I climb into the double bed I’m not sure is going to fit Everett and me very well, but he slips in behind me, pulling me close to his chest.

“I’m excited to watch Lila open her presents in the morning,” I say, and I feel him smile against my temple.

“I’m so glad we get to spend Christmas with you,” he says, kissing my temple. “When we moved to Willow Valley, I had no idea what our Christmas was going to look like, but this all surpasses anything I could have thought it could be.”