Mistletoe (K19 Security Solutions 3)

He kicked the front door closed behind him and carried Ava up the stairs to their bedroom. Every day, the whole house looked more like a home as she added her touch to each of the professionally decorated rooms. None more than their bedroom, though. Somehow she’d managed to make the Japanese-themed decor look both masculine and feminine.

Her eyes closed, and her face flushed the pretty pink he loved so much as he undressed her.

—:—

“Tabon,” she pleaded, reaching for him.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, using his knee to gently part her thighs so he could settle between them.

When Ava had first realized she was pregnant, Tabon was worried about making love to her, afraid doing so would somehow hurt the baby

. After they’d gone to her first doctor’s appointment and she’d reassured them that having sex was perfectly okay, and encouraged, Tabon diligently made up for lost time.

“God, you feel good,” he groaned as he slid inside her wetness.

“I love you so much,” she murmured.

Tabon pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I love you, Avarie.”

“What was that?” she asked when Tabon stilled.

“Doorbell. I’d tell you to ignore it, but my guess is that it’s your mother and sister, since no one else has the new gate code.”

Ava clung to him as he moved her arm from around his torso. “No,” she cried, knowing she had to let go but wishing she could tell her mother and sister to go away.

He tossed her clothes on the bed while he dressed.

“I’ll go let them in,” he said as he rushed out of their bedroom.

“Don’t let them come upstairs,” she hollered after him.

Sitting up, she grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head, all the while mumbling curse words. She’d just pulled on her jeans and was about to get up when the bedroom door opened.

“Sorry, Sis,” Aine said, coming to sit next to her. “Bad timing?”

“I told him not to let you come up here,” she grumbled. “How’s Mom?”

“Pissed, but okay.”

Not only had their mother found out her first husband—and the twins’ father—wasn’t the man she’d thought she married all those years ago, her second husband had asked for a divorce once they found out who husband number one really was.

“It isn’t her fault,” said Ava.

“But who wants to be married to a guy who thinks it is?”

“Good point.”

“There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Sure,” said Ava, leaning closer to her twin.

“There’s someone I’d like to invite to Thanksgiving dinner.”

Ava clapped her hands. “Really? Who? This is so exciting? How long have you been seeing this mystery person? Oh my God, my sister is in love!”

“Slow down, cowgirl. It’s very new.”

“I don’t believe you. You wouldn’t invite someone you’d just started seeing to a family holiday.”