Authors: Loribelle Hunt
Christmas Moon (13 page)
He sighed. “And you’re going to disobey, I know. We’ll work it out.”
She didn’t care. Wrapped in strong arms, feeling warm from his love, she lifted her gaze to meet his. She put her hand on the nape of his neck and licked her lips, pulling his head down to hers.
“Always starting without me.” Able passed them, carrying a big box. He set it down by the tree and came back to where they stood, smiling, his gait lazy as he approached, adding to the fire her blood.
“I already moved your things.” He looked at his watch. “Less than an hour. I suggest we all relocate.”
The images that filled her mind were inseparable. Hers, theirs. And more than enough to spur her into movement. The last thing she heard before they took her over were their whispered declarations of love, and it was the first thing she cried when they stroked her body to new heights, new bliss.
Later, someone slapped her ass to rouse her from sleep, and she cracked an eye open to see them both looming over her. Abel leaned close, licked her neck, and stopped at her ear.
“I love you, Delilah.” He straightened and grinned. “Now get your pretty butt moving before they start without us.”
She rolled onto her back, stretching her arms above her head and listened. There were people downstairs. Laughing. Talking. She smiled when Cain leaned over her, until he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Groaning, she arched up. How she could take anymore, she didn’t know, but the need was sharp and immediate. He lifted his head and grinned at her.
“Later, sweetheart. I promise.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her up, holding her close a moment to whisper in her ear. “I love you, too.”
“I love you, too.” She included Abel in her gaze. “Both of you.”
She dressed in a hurry and went down the stairs to find that they’d started without her and the twins. Someone had dimmed the lights, and the tree glittered brightly in front of a window. She smiled, ready to face her new family, ready to face the future. And the best damned Christmas ever.
She blinked, looking at her mates. How could she have forgotten? “Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve.”
“Yep.”
How could they be so calm? “It’s the last shopping day of the season.”
The two women in the room laughed.
“Don’t worry, honey,” their mother said with a wink. “It’s also the day we drag all the Williamson men to the mall.”
There was a chorus of groans and complaints, but not from Cain and Abel.
“We already got our Christmas present,” Cain whispered in her ear.
“And we couldn’t have wished for anything better,” Abel added.
She laughed. She couldn’t argue with that.
Author Bio
As a native of the South, is it any wonder Loribelle has a love of storytelling? She started writing seriously as a teenager and finished her first manuscript, a mystery, when she was nineteen. After a few bumps along the way and stints as an Army MP, a waitress, a book store manager, a student, and a wedding photographer, she turned to writing full time. Now she divides her time between a husband, three kids, writing, and a part-time photography gig. She is also a member of Romance Writers of America and Passionate Ink.