I started laughing then. “A whole hour and a half?”
He shrugged, his eyes once again trailing down to where my boobs were smooshed together, creating the illusion of cleavage.
“I get hungry. Doing CrossFit literally makes me starving twenty-three out of every twenty-four hours. It’s a constant battle.” He paused. “I, uh, hope you’ll come back.”
I smiled then and walked toward him, which was actually more toward my clothes than him, but his eyes dilated anyway.
“It’ll make you happy to know that I signed up for a three-month stint following the new year.” I paused. “If you can do it as a doctor, then so can I.”
His eyes sparkled.
“I just have to get some clothes first,” I admitted. “I have them in my cart, ready to go, I just have to be paid. Money being required to buy stuff is so stupid sometimes.”
His chuckle felt like he’d dragged a kiss all the way down the length of my spine. God, he was sexy. He just had no idea how much.
I moved around him then, bending over in front of my open locker to grab the bag off the bottom shelf.
That was when I felt my face heat because the towel that was wrapped around me was short, and I’d definitely felt some cool air on parts of my anatomy that I shouldn’t be showing him just yet.
Then again, I did have my hand on his very hard cock not too long ago…
Face burning, I turned around to see him eating his banana, still turned away.
Only, as I turned around to head back to the bathroom, the tips of his ears were red.
I don’t know what came over me.
Call it my lack of sleep over the last few days as I replayed that kiss—and the length of his cock in my hand—over and over again during my waking and sleeping hours. Whatever the cause of my naughtiness, I couldn’t help myself from leaving a crack in the door as I changed.
Just as I bent over to pull up my panties, there was a soft curse, then the sound of the fruit basket hitting the table right outside the door.
Then the door was pushed open, and there he was.
“We have to be fast,” he said. “I have about twenty minutes left in my break. You have a baby about to be delivered—I heard one of the nurses who said she’d look for you say that—and I’ve been dreaming of your body for days.”
I don’t know what made me do it.
Maybe it was the need I saw in his eyes.
Maybe it was the need I felt inside of me.
Maybe it was just because I’d wanted him for months and I hadn’t been able to have him.
Whatever the case, I didn’t even hesitate.
Like, zero hesitation came from me as I all but tripped over my underwear in my haste to get at him.
Things went fast after that.
Words were said. Need was felt. Demands were made.
And all of a sudden, I just knew that this would go down as one of my most memorable Christmases ever.
Why?
Because sweet, baby Santa, Soren had one hell of a penis, and man, did he know how to use it.
He was wide. Long. And he knew what he was doing with it.
Those were three very lethal combinations that ended up showing me the best orgasm of my life ten minutes later.
Five minutes after that, cleaned up and dressed all over again, I had to go back to work.
But I did it with a smile.
And when I found him waiting on me two hours later after my shift ended, I didn’t even hesitate in going home with him.
“I know this is early,” he said as he held out his hand for me to take. “But I was wondering if you’d come home with me and spend Christmas Day with my family and me. Mainly me. You can ignore my family. Just say yes.”
I grinned. “Of course, yes, yes, yes.”
First we do the coffee. Then we do the Christmas.
-Soren to Nola
Soren
I didn’t know what to expect when I arrived home with Nola in tow, but to say that I got what I expected would be a total lie.
When I arrived, all three of my brothers were on the front porch waiting for us. They’d also recruited my parents.
“I think that they’re expecting you,” Nola said from the passenger seat beside me.
I reached for her hand and squeezed it.
“They’re stalkers,” I told her. “We have that Life 360 app. I’m super awful about answering my phone while I’m at work. I don’t know if you know this yet, but the signal there is shit. And since I can’t get signal, there’s really no reason to carry my phone around seeing as you need signal to do anything on a phone that’s worth it. Which then means that my brothers don’t know where I’m at every second of every day, and for some reason, that’s just not acceptable to them.”
She then proceeded to show me the app.
I hadn’t actually been in the app myself.
My youngest brother had set it up and handed it back to me without a word.
I’d left it on because I hadn’t really cared whether they knew where I was at any given time… until today.
“Are they twins?” Nola asked, dragging me out of my thoughts and back to the present.
“Yes.” I paused. “Johan and I are twins, too. Per and Mikael are seventeen years younger than Johan and me.”
She shook her head, looking flabbergasted. “That’s just insane. I don’t think I can handle multiples. Do you know how hard it is just to birth them? But to have to raise them after you birth them?”
I was chuckling as I got out of the car.
But before I could make my way around to her side of the vehicle to help her out, Per was there, offering his hand.
Nola took it with a smile. “Thank you. Which one are you?”
Used to the question, Per grinned. “Per. And you’re Nola.”
Nola’s smile widened. “I am.”
Per reached into the back seat for her overnight bag, leaving mine directly next to it, causing me to roll my eyes.
“You could get mine,” I suggested.
“I could,” Per agreed. “But then how would I offer my free hand to your lady?”
Giving an exaggerated roll of my eyes again, I reached into the back seat for my own bag.
I arrived at the top of the walkway that led into the house just in time for my brother to introduce my mother and father.
“Mom, this is Nola. Nola, this is my mother and father, Maja and Albin,” Per said.
My mother started to cry. “Oh, I hope that you stay with him. You’re so beautiful.”
My mom wasn’t lying.
Nola truly was beautiful. When I looked at her, I saw a woman that would make the prettiest babies. A woman that I’d wake up to in the morning and be in awe at the sight of her laying on the pillow next to me.
I wanted that.
I couldn’t wait to have that.
Was it too soon to ask her to marry me?
The thoughts must’ve been going through my head and were visible and plain to see on my face, because my father started to grin.
My father and my mother had gotten married within a month of knowing each other. They called it calf love. That instant connection between two people that can never be recreated with another.
I wasn’t sure why it was called calf love. It was just something that my parents had always said.
But for some reason, that was the term that I was using when I thought about the woman now standing in my other brother’s arms.
“I’d love to be able to hold my own girl,” I murmured to Mikael.
Mikael batted his eyelashes at me. “You had her all the way here.”
Nola looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes shining with mirth.
“Can we go inside?” Johan shivered. “My entire body seems to be one solid icicle. We’ve been out
here for fifteen minutes waiting for them to arrive.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have cheated and looked at the app,” I suggested. “Maybe you should’ve waited for me to pull up like a normal person and then come outside when my car showed.”
My brother wrinkled his nose. “Now why would I want to do that?”
We all entered into the house then, and Nola gasped at the sight of all the candles.
I looked at all the candles myself, seeing it through another person’s eyes for the first time.
All the candles had always been a normal thing for Christmas around my house. The hundreds that lined the shelves, walls, and every available flat surface did look quite intimidating.
But at least they didn’t all smell differently.
As it was, my mom typically chose to stick to the unscented ones to avoid overwhelming everyone with her typical Swedish traditions of decorating in candles.
“This is absolutely gorgeous!” Nola gasped as she looked around the house. “I feel like I’m in a fairy tale!”
That’s when my mother took hold of her hand and started leading her around the room, showing her everything that had become a tradition since the four of us were babies.
“She’s hot as…” Per said just as my father tossed him a ‘you better not say it’ look. Per grinned, looking unrepentant. “Hot as all get out.”
“She’s beautiful,” my father agreed. “Your brother said you met her at the gym?”
“I did.” I paused. “Kind of? I actually met her when I started to deliver to her address one day. Per called in sick like the little bitch that he is, and we were scrambling to get stuff delivered due to the holidays. So I offered to do the shift one day… and ran into her.”
“And then he started picking up the shift every chance he had time just so he could deliver to her address, make moon eyes at her, and then dream about her for the rest of the night.” Johan chortled.
“What are you all laughing at?” my mother asked, soft-spoken as always.
“We were laughing about the fact that your son,” my father said cheerfully. “Has met himself a nice woman that he would like to spend…”
“Dad!” I called out, interrupting him. “I haven’t even told her yet!”
Dad rolled his eyes. “Well do it already so I can tell your mother.”
With that, he caught Per and Johan by the heads and tugged them with them to the other room.
My mother caught up Mikael, and then they were all gone, leaving me alone with the woman that had no clue just how far gone I was for her.
“So you have a thing for me?” she teased.
I grinned. “I have a really big thing for you.”
Her eyes sparkled with mirth as she glanced down at my crotch. “Well, I have a place for your really big thing.”
I burst out laughing and pulled her into my arms, laying a soft kiss onto her lips.
When I pulled back, I reached into my back pocket where I’d stowed her gift as we were coming inside, and swung it around to hold in front of her.
She looked at it with wide eyes.
“I got you a present,” I said as I held out a box for her to open.
She stared at it curiously.
“What?” she asked as she ripped it open. “And I didn’t get you anything. I feel kind of bad now.”
When she opened the box, she all but doubled over in laughter when she saw the shorts that I’d gotten her, all just as funny as they are the same ones she’d ordered to wear to her first CrossFit workout.
“Now everyone will know that you’re mine,” I jeered.
Because on those shorts that would fit her like a glove was a photo of my face pasted onto the fabric in a bunch of different directions.
There would be no way that someone could mistake her for anyone’s but mine.
“Will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?” I teased.
She looked up at the mistletoe above her head and grinned widely. “Of course.”
Then she kissed me, and I kissed her right back.
OCD. Obsessive Christmas Disorder.
-Coffee Cup
Soren
Four years later
“Daddy.”
I blinked open my eyes to see a child’s eye only inches from my own.
“Yeah?” I croaked.
“Baby,” my wife of three years said. “Daddy just got home. You’re going to have to let him sleep a bit longer.”
“But Santa came!” Tessa cried in her cute, cherub-like voice. “He left me so many presents!”
I groaned and rolled over, dislodging the little girl so that she fell between her mother and me, then reached for Nola.
“If you make coffee, I’ll go get the other one.”
The other one being our son, Liam, who turned one yesterday.
The funny thing was, all of our important days landed solidly during Christmas holidays.
We first met the week before Christmas. We became officially an item on Christmas. We got married on Christmas a year after we made it official. Our daughter, Tessa, was born on Christmas Day. Our son, Liam, was born on Christmas Eve.
Honestly, we didn’t keep trying to make things happen on Christmas, or around Christmas, but it kept happening that way. So we were going to cherish it.
“I don’t want to get up,” Nola grumbled.
“If that was the case, why did you blame it on me?” I bent over Tessa, who was laughing now being squashed in between her mother and me, and pressed my lips to Nola’s.
Nola giggled and cupped my cheek with the hand that wasn’t stuffed underneath her pillow.
“Because it’s easier than saying that I’m so tired I’m about to pass out again, and I’ve had eight hours asleep while you’ve only had forty-five minutes,” she murmured sleepily.
I nuzzled her cheek. “Well you are very, very pregnant.” I pointed out. “And past your due date by a week.”
She huffed out a laugh. “I know.”
“Think it’ll happen today?” I asked as I moved my hand to rest against her big belly.
On cue, the baby in her belly kicked out against my hand.
That was my favorite thing about her being pregnant.
Not the pregnant sex and the hormones that controlled her. Not the growing and the stretch marks. Not the crazy mood swings.
But the way that the baby felt while inside of her.
She was gorgeous pregnant. But the miracle of feeling that life growing inside of her was something else.
“I think that I should’ve gone with the scheduled induction that the doctor recommended I take four days ago,” she grumbled. “Who was I kidding?”
I laughed and stood up, groaning when all of my aches and pains made themselves known.
“We’ll open presents, then go workout,” I said. “Maybe that’ll kickstart your labor.”
She groaned and rolled out of bed, standing up and stretching her arms up high over her head.
Since we’d met, she’d been attending CrossFit classes with me. Sometimes they didn’t happen with any consistency—because having two kids and a booming practice sometimes didn’t allow for consistency—she still went and enjoyed it.
She was the cutest pregnant CrossFitter I’d ever seen.
Her arms went out to her sides, and the shirt she was wearing—mine—rode up past her hips, revealing the round curve of her ass cheeks.
I felt myself harden. Seconds later, I had a kid jumping on my back and a ‘let’s go get Liam!’ coming out of my daughter’s mouth that instantly made me forget my train of thought.
I tossed her over my shoulder onto the bed, causing her to giggle, then went to grab my son.
It was only on the way back that I heard, “So about that CrossFit class.”
I walked into the room, Liam dressed in a diaper and a Christmas pajama set, to find her standing in a puddle of her own fluids.
“Not gonna make it, huh?” I asked as I grinned wickedly.
She frowned. “Not unless you want to deliver it.”
Turns out, I got to deliver it anyway.
A freak snowstorm the night before Christmas, no ambulances able to respond due to road conditions, and our cars too cold to even run in the freak Christmas snowstorm weather, meant that we weren’t going anywhere fast.
And, an hour into her water breaking, I delivered my baby boy, and as was expected, we named him Nick.
What’s next?
KPD SWAT GENERATION 2.0: Book Twelve
CHAPTER 1
Due to personal reasons, I’ll be drinking again this weekend.
-Caro’s secret thoughts
Carolina
“And then he started to laugh.” Brielle wiped her eyes. “I didn’t know what to do.”
I’d met Brielle through a grapevine of friends, and for some weird fucking reason, she’d latched onto me.
I wasn’t sure why, or how, I’d somehow become her keeper, but I didn’t like her.
Not at all.
She was petty and fake, and she was also not a person that I would normally spend time with.
I especially didn’t like how she treated people.
I looked down at my corndog and wondered, idly, how long I had to wait to take another bite.
I mean, she was really crying here. Like, big, fat drops.
I looked at my watch and realized that regardless of whether Brielle was crying or not, I had shit to do, and listening to her cry about some man that didn’t return her attentions wasn’t one of them.
“I gotta go,” I said to her. “I’m due back in court in fifteen minutes. I haven’t even gotten to eat my lunch yet.”
Brielle wiped her eyes and shoved her lunch away with a ferocious scowl.
I stood up and wondered if I should address her attitude, but decided that I didn’t have time for that, either.
Honestly, I really wasn’t quite sure what the hell was going on with me.