His Christmas Vixen Read Online C.C. Monroe

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Novella, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
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“You’re going to make me come, Daddy.”

Oh, fuck me and all that is holy.

“Oh fuck, say that again.”

“Make me come, Daddy.” She winks, and that’s all I need. I bounce her on my cock, careful to not push too deep. We know what’s at stake and how fragile this pregnancy will be, and we need to treat it as such. “Right there, that’s the spot. Oh, baby, don’t stop. Yes, yes, yes!” she moans.

“Give me your pleasure, beautiful. I love you.”

“Oh God. I love you!” she screams and orgasms.

And I swear this one is different. I can make her come in less than thirty seconds on an off-day, but it's as if being pregnant has made it even easier.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

“I’m right there with you, beautiful. Take all my cum, okay?”

“Yes, come for me, please. Fill my pussy up.” She bounces on me harder, and I want to slow her down, but her still-pulsating pussy is cosmic, and I orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I grab the back of her neck and use my other hand to hold her hips in place as I jerk violently inside her, filling her with every drop. Our foreheads stay locked, and she just whispers “I love you” to me over and over as I kiss any place I can from our position.

“I love you, puppet. So fucking much.”

Then silence fills the room, but it is all but silent. No words are being said, but the knowing is louder than anything. Knowing we are going to have a baby. Knowing she has a sister she had no idea about. Knowing that, in three years, we have changed each other into two completely different people—it all lingers there… so loudly and fucking beautifully.

I’m the man who never believed in love. Now, I’m fucking drowning in it. And with Hanna. What a beautiful way to die.

Chapter Six

Hanna

“I have a sister.” I draw circles and shapes on his chest as we lie in the afterglow of lovemaking. We went again, but this time, we didn’t say a word. He laid over me, running his hands through my hair as he lazily slid in and out of me. It was beautiful, the way he was so gentle with me.

“You’re pregnant,” he adds, trailing his fingers up and down my arm.

“I know. What do we do with all this?” I thought JD was all the family I had. My parents are still alive, but I would rather burn in hell and feel all my flesh melt than ever be in a room with them. They might as well actually be dead; that’s how far removed I am from ever wanting to have them in my life.

But a sister? I think I want to know her. No, I know I want to know her. But what if she doesn’t want to know me? Can I handle that type of pain? Was it better to not know she existed at all?

“Talk to me,” Theo interrupts my self-deprecating thoughts.

“I worry that my sister won’t want to know me. What if she hates my parents as much as I do? Or she thinks I’m just as awful as them? What if she doesn’t give me a chance to tell her my story?”

“She will. I have a good feeling about it. Besides, no matter what—” He turns and sits up on one elbow, then moves his hand to my stomach. “—you have your own family now. And we will be here always. Our little one will fill all the places in your heart you have left for family. We are your family now, babe.”

God, how can he be so damn perfect? All I ever wanted was a family. A place to call home. And I have that. I do. Plus, he’s right. If my sister doesn’t want to know me, then I will mourn her, but I’ll always have a family.

“You're my home. This baby is my home.”

“You are our home. We have a place to belong because of you too, Hanna. Give yourself the credit.”

My eyes water, and I try to chalk it up to hormones, but who am I kidding? I've always been this way.

“This has been the best Christmas yet. You have no idea how much it means to me that you did this for me.” I caress his face.

“I’m the lucky one. I found out I’m going to be a dad. Now I have to like Christmas. It has a whole new meaning.”

I laugh. “Scrooge.”

“Your favorite Scrooge.”

We go silent again.

Then… “Theo?”

“Puppet?”

“Merry Christmas. I love you.”

“Merry Christmas, baby. I love you too.”

Epilogue

Hanna

That Christmas changed our lives. Forever. Who knew a stay in a cabin, on a holiday, snowed in, and with the one I love, could change the trajectory of our lives?

By the next Christmas, I’m holding our baby, with the strongest pair of arms wrapped around me, embracing me closely as I smile at my sister, who’s looking down on her niece. We named our daughter Lily, and she looks just like her father, but I see so much of me in her eyes. She’s my purpose. And she made our home full, completed it.



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