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“Mine.”
And heaven help the bastard who tried to take what was his.
Caught up in tangled sheets and twisted limbs, he opened his eyes to see the most beautiful girl in the world sleeping next to him. Nothing could be better than starting every day like this, and as much as he wanted to stay in this bed and love on her some more, Derek was in a room on the other end of the hall.
Ian kissed her brow, carefully extricating himself from the bed so as not to wake her. Naked, he strolled over to the window and looked out at an overcast sky. They weren’t expecting snow today, but flurries blew from the trees, dancing to the tune of the wind. Maybe that would be enough to convince his cousin to hightail it back to Sacramento, but somehow, he doubted it.
In front of the fireplace, Hera stretched out her paws, then walked over to the door. He patted her and opened it, watching her scamper off into the snow. Warm lips kissed his back, her arms wrapping around his middle. “It’s still early, baby. Come back to bed.”
Right then, there wasn’t anything Ian wanted more. He closed his eyes and, wrapping her fingers around his morning wood, saw his fist disappear inside her pussy, his dick sinking into her ass. “I have to get rid of him.”
“Shhh.” Breanna stroked him.
He placed his hand on hers, stilling her movement. “We need to go downstairs.”
“And do what?”
“You are going to decorate Christmas trees with Francie and my mother,” Ian said. And turning around, he kissed her. “I’m going to buy us some more time.”
“I love you.” She rubbed her head on his chest.
He smoothed her hair down her back, tucking a wisp behind her ear. “I’m keeping you. You know that, right?”
“I know.” Breanna smiled against his skin.
His hand dropped to the sweet place between her thighs and he cupped her pussy. “My babies are going to come out of here.”
“I’m not ready for that yet.”
“I know.”
She looked up at him, her blue eyes locking on his. “Someday.”
Nodding, he kissed her forehead. “I love you.”
They were all in the morning room having breakfast when Ian came downstairs. All except Breanna, that is. A naked tree stood in the center of the windows, waiting for the women he loved to dress its branches in holiday finery, hanging lights and baubles and bows.
“Good morning, darling,” Pamela crooned from where she sat beside her sister, sipping coffee. “Sleep well?”
“I did.” With a smile he couldn’t hide, he took a plate from the sideboard. “Looks delicious, Auntie.”
“Your mom did the cooking this morning.” Francie grinned, bringing a napkin to her mouth. “She insisted.”
“Made your favorites. It’s not every day I get to spoil my only son.”
Eggs Benedict topped with crab, roasted asparagus, savory breakfast potatoes, and croissants. Ian would never hurt her feelings, but Breanna’s waffles were his favorite now.
“I see that,” he said, filling his plate. “Love you, Mom.”
“Love you, too, dear. Where’s Breanna?”
His face hidden behind a newspaper, Derek snickered.
“She’ll be down shortly, I’d imagine.”
“Good, because we have business to attend to.” His cousin tossed the paper to the table. “Perhaps she’s in her right mind now.”
Ian wrenched out a chair, and cocking his head, he glared at his cousin.
