A Barker Family Christmas (The Barker Triplets 3.50)

“Sweet Jesus, but you taste like sugar when you come for me,” he said, biting the inside of her thigh.

“Lucky for me, you’ve got a sweet tooth,” she replied.

“Yeah, lucky for me,” he murmured, sliding up over her, his hands on either si

de of her head now, supporting his weight so that he didn’t crush her. He stared down into a face flushed from pleasure that he’d given, into eyes that he’d never forget, and into a mouth that was his.

“I love you,” he whispered fiercely. Shane kissed her hard, with heat and passion and a possessiveness that he’d never felt before. Not like this. Not like it was a living, breathing thing, etched into bone. Etched into his soul.

He kissed her for a long time, his tongue claiming every inch of her as his and yeah, he was going to admit to himself later that the whole caveman thing wasn’t that far off.

Bobbi Jo belonged to him and finally he felt as if they were on the same page.

When he finally dragged his mouth away, she exhaled softly, her fingers creeping up over his face, and cradling him.

“That was amazing,” she said, tears filling the corners of her eyes.

Shane bent down once more. He nipped her nose and nuzzled that spot that was his, behind her ear. He felt her tremble and whispered. “It’s not over yet.”

With one thrust, he filled her and, holy hell, but she was still wet and tight. He began to move slowly, hiking her right leg up over his shoulder as he gazed down at her.

“Feel good?” he managed to say.

Her inner walls squeezed him and he gasped, eyes half closed when she growled against him.

“Better than good,” Bobbi replied. “But Shane?”

“Hmmmm?”

“I want it fast and hard.”

Um. Yeah. Hello. His eyes flew open and the heat in her eyes made him harder.

“That’s if you can handle it,” she said, grinning wickedly, her fingers digging into his ass, urging him on.

“I can handle it,” he said, increasing his tempo and loving the rhythm that was all theirs.

And he handled it.

Truth be told, he handled it more than once.

Chapter Five

“You’re in a good mood this morning,” her gramps said before tossing back the last bit of coffee in his cup.

Bobbi glanced over from the counter and tried to hide a smile, but it was so damn hard when the feelings inside her were this intense. She shrugged and put away the last of the breakfast dishes, humming along to the carols that played on the radio.

“I guess I’m in the Christmas mood,” she replied.

“About time,” Herschel mumbled. “I was starting to think you’d been hijacked by Scrooge.”

She walked over and kissed his cheek. “Nope. No room for Scrooge this year.” Or any other year, she thought.

Bobbi leaned against the kitchen table, eyes on the beauty outside. The trees and bushes were coated in a layer of ice that glistened beneath the bright morning sun and a blanket of snow covered everything. It truly was a winter wonderland, and her heart swelled. She was full up. Filled with love and contentment. Sure, she knew things would get rough again—with her and Shane that was a given. But she now knew that they were going to make it. No matter what.

“That was some storm,” her gramps said.

“Hmmm.”