Christmas at Purgatory (Thalia Extra #1)
lips.

“That was fantastic.” His voice was way too loud, but she couldn’t
help but smile back. He rolled off the bed and went to rescue
Maggie who was whimpering and squirming in the chair.

“You are so incredibly hot, baby. Have I told you that lately?”
James had taken care of the condom and was pulling her back against
him. Every cell of her skin was humming, she was welted and sore
and aching, but she laughed.

“You tell me that all the time.” She laughed louder when he nuzzled
against her neck and bit down playfully.

“I’m sure I don’t say it nearly enough.” His words filled her with
light. He had made her fantasy come true, and not only enjoyed it
with her, but seemed as exhilarated as she felt. Under all of the
exhaustion anyway.

“I love you, James, and it is ridiculous how hot you are.” Thalia
grinned and looked over her shoulder at him. His blonde hair was a
mess, and he arched a brow at her.

“I am not ridiculous.” He nipped her skin, and she laughed.
The pressure of new weight on the bed made Thalia look back to see
a very exhausted looking Maggie being laid down by Kalen, who
crawled onto the bed behind her. The two pairs faced off in
post-orgasmic bliss.

“That was a brilliant Christmas present. I’ve no idea what ye two
will do to top it next year.” She smiled before she yawned,
cuddling back against Kalen’s chest as he wrapped an arm around
her. “Oh, and I beat ye, Thalia.”

“Huh?” Thalia was smiling, but she was confused as she stared at
Maggie.

“I came four times. Ye came three. I win.” She grinned and Kalen
bellowed a laugh, kissing her neck.

“I love this woman.”

“We should all have a drink and then turn in for the night, we’ve
earned some rest.” James sat up, his hand running down Thalia’s
side as she pushed herself up, feeling every aching muscle that
would be reminding her of her Christmas present for days.

“Ah, we’re good. Think we’ll just go to bed.” Maggie blushed and
sat up with Kalen.

“Oh my god.” Thalia stared at Maggie whose eyes widened as she
stared at her.

“What?” James was tugging his pants on from the floor, his
absolutely clueless face looking between Thalia and Maggie. Kalen’s
mouth was firmly shut.

“You’re fucking pregnant! THAT is why you didn’t drink the whisky
James brought! And I never saw you take a sip during dinner
or presents! You. Are. Pregnant.” Thalia was shouting, a huge grin
on her face as she knelt on the bed, not even remotely caring that
she was naked.

“I don’t know what -”Kalen started, but Maggie smacked his
arm.

“Oh, hush, Kalen. She knows.” Maggie rolled her eyes and grinned.
Thalia squealed and tackled Maggie with a hug. Kalen sat up to get
out of the way and James walked over to slap him on the back.

“Congratulations, Kalen! You should have told us!”

“Holy shit, how far along are you?! You know Julie is going to
demand to throw the baby shower. Do you want a boy or a girl? Oh my
god! Can you even have a kid here at Purgatory?!” Thalia was
babbling as she sat up from Maggie, who was laughing too hard to
answer any questions for a moment.

“We’re only eight weeks, and we weren’t going to tell anyone until
at least twelve. So, no gossiping with the girls. Especially Julie, I’ll end up with a nursery theme that I had nothing to do
with.” Maggie blushed bright red, and Kalen pulled his pants on
before he stared at her and crossed his arms. She smiled
apologetically,” And Kalen was only trying to keep it a secret,
like I asked him to.”

“Which made hitting me very unnecessary.” Kalen was almost pouting,
but he was too proud to keep it up. “I’m going to be a dad!” They
all cheered, grinning in bliss. Thalia was already picturing a
little redhead with Kalen’s unique honey colored eyes. Super cute
kid, or kids. Who knew?

“And I think as long as we keep the wee one out of the Dormitory,
and the play room, they’ll be just fine at

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