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It’s a joke because I’m still naked from my time in this bed with Thorn. Which makes me feel like a bit of a hussy but it’s not as though Baxter and I have time to do anything.
Apparently he doesn’t get the memo though, because he glides his hands lower to the juncture between my thighs and lightly strokes the sensitive flesh there.
“Bax—”
“Happy Christmas, princess.”
“Oh god, don’t stop,” I groan.
Thankfully he’s not in the mood to tease me because his lips descend on mine and he keeps rhythm between his tongue and fingers until I’m quivering under him.
And then we’re interrupted by the arrival of the hot chocolate. I swear if it weren’t Thorn’s hot chocolate and Christmas Day, I would have stabbed someone.
Baxter pulls away with blazing eyes and a salacious grin.
“Better grab some PJs,” he says. I don’t fancy climbing out of this bed naked in front of everyone.
“Can you get them? Top drawer.”
“Here you go, princess,” Rebel says, doing it for me and tossing a...man’s T-shirt over to me. It’s one of his, I can tell by the size. I’m always stealing their stuff to sleep in. I grin and pull it over my head.
“Ready?” Jax asks. Even his dark espresso eyes are alight with excitement. “I can’t believe we’re having to wake her up.”
“She has to be the only kid in history,” Thorn shakes his head as I climb out of bed and pull on my dressing gown.
I lead the way into Nix’s room with the others following.
“Nix, baby? Good morning sweetie,” I say softly, crossing to her bed and gently swiping the hair away from her forehead. She looks like an angel when she sleeps, just like Lizzie used to. As kids, when people couldn’t tell us apart, my dad used to say he still knew who was who even when we were sleeping, because Lizzie looked angelic and I would still have a cheeky look on my face. Up to mischief, even in my sleep. I smile at the memory as Nix stirs and blinks up at me.
“Mama?”
“Yes baby?”
“Is it Christmas?”
“Yes darling.”
I expect her to cheer or throw the covers back or even ask if Santa has been.
“Vesel božic, Ace,” she says, yawning and smiling at the same time. My heart melts. She yawns again and then beams when she sees all of the other guys in her room too.
“Can we open presents now?” That question comes from Rebel, not Nix.
“Yeah, Nix,” Thorn joins in, pretend-complaining. “We’ve been waiting ages for you to wake up!”
Nix laughs and climbs out of bed. I wrap her in her dressing gown and put her slippers on her feet.
“Mummy? Do you think Santa came?”
“Of course baby!”
“I was worried he wouldn’t?”
“Why baby?”
“I forgot to tell him we live in a castle now.”
I laugh. “Oh baby, Santa knows everything, don’t you worry.”
