Their Forever Family: Her Family for Keeps / A Father for Poppy / His Little Christmas Miracle. Abigail Gordon

cries of pleasure escaped her throat. She buried her face in his neck, trying to quiet the noise.

      “Let me hear you, Rebel. Let it go.”

      She cried out and allowed the experience of Duncan to rock her.

      Unable to control his body any longer, Duncan clasped her hips and drove hard into her, taking his pleasure in hers, letting the glorious spasms of her sheath take him over the edge into his own bliss.

      He poured his passion into her as sweat broke out over his body and he savored every sensation, every moment with her. He sent light kisses over her face, her eyes, her nose and finally again on her mouth.

      Turning onto his side, he dragged her against him, not wanting to let go of her but not wanting to crush her small frame beneath the weight of him.

      “Are you okay?” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. This was Nirvana.

      Snuggling against him, she nodded. “Better than I ever expected to be.”

      “Me, too.”

      A yawn caught her.

      “It’s been a long day.” He pulled the comforter over them and closed his eyes, allowing the fatigue of his body and the day to overtake him.

      Rebel lay for a few moments savoring the sensations of her body and her mind. None of her previous sexual encounters had prepared her for the full onslaught of what she’d experienced tonight. Duncan filled her, mind, body and soul.

      She splayed her fingers over his chest, savoring the feel of her skin against his, how her body had fit with his intimately and how they now curved around each other, limbs entwined to perfection. This was a night she’d never forget.

      Rain began to fall again on the metal roof, providing a soothing backdrop against Duncan’s regular breathing. Yes, this was a night, and a man, she’d never forget.

      Early dawn roused Duncan as a car door slammed shut outside. He smiled. Probably his sister, Juanita, who’d gotten up at three a.m. to be the first to arrive. She really was a drama queen.

      Turning toward Rebel, he delved beneath the covers to find her glorious body and pulled her against him. Even in sleep, she aroused him.

      The first time they’d made love had been urgent with need. This time, soft sighs and softer kisses fell between them and their bodies joined with ease as limbs entwined and tangled together.

      Rebel startled at the slam of another car door. And the sounded was repeated with disturbing regularity.

      “What’s going on out there? Sounds like an army has arrived.”

      “There is.” He sighed. “You’re in for a shock if everyone shows up.”

      “How many people are in your family?” She could count hers on one hand.

      “I have no idea. People keep having babies.”

      A brisk knock at their door came seconds before it opened and Lupe entered. Rebel squealed and jerked the sheet over herself, but Lupe seemed nonplussed to see her and Duncan in bed together, and naked.

      “Here you go. Your clothes are nice and fresh. Get dressed and come down. Everyone’s here.” She turned and left as quickly as she had come.

      “She seriously didn’t stay up all night, doing our laundry, did she?”

      “No.”

      “That’s good.”

      “She probably started them last night and got up at five to finish them.”

      “What?”

      “That’s normal around here. She gets up before the chickens.” He patted her on the arm. “Let’s take a shower.” Striding across the room naked, Duncan appeared to have no issues with his body, the way women did. In seconds the spray of the shower drew her attention, and Duncan beckoning from the doorway enticed her from the bed.

      They dressed and composed themselves. Rebel prepared to meet his family and then they’d check on Rafael, see how he’d fared overnight.

      Duncan opened the door and Rebel almost ran back to the room when she saw how many people were down there. She’d never seen so many people in one home before. Or even a stadium!

      “This is your family?” She blinked, certain she wasn’t seeing this right. “Just your family?”

      Duncan paused for a look. “Most of them, I think.” He gave her a quick hug. “Don’t worry. They’ll love you.”

      When they entered the foyer, Rebel noted it had been set up with long tables and was laden with every sort of food she could imagine and some things she’d never seen before.

      “Where did all the food come from? Surely Lupe didn’t do all this.”

      “No. Rule is if you want to eat, you bring something to share.”

      “But we didn’t bring anything!”

      “You provided a very valuable service last night, so you’re off the hook.”

      Rebel gaped at him. Was he serious? Had he really just said that?

      Duncan let out a full-blown belly laugh at her response. “I meant about helping with my grandfather.”

      “Oh, my. I thought you meant—”

      “I know what you thought.” His chuckle was warm in her ear. “Get your mind out of the gutter, and let’s go see how he is. Then we can eat and enjoy.” With a squeeze to her shoulder, he released her.

      “I’m so embarrassed.” That awful flush she hated race from her chest up over her neck and cheeks.

      “Don’t worry about it. I’m not offended.”

      “Okay. So let’s go see him before I say anything else stupid.”

      “Tio Duncan!” a young male voice called out, seconds before a little body launched himself at Duncan. He caught the young man up in his arms with a laugh.

      “Pablo! ¿Como está?”

      Duncan spoke in a mixture of Spanish and English to the little boy, then turned to Rebel. “Pablo, this is my friend, Rebel. She’s a nurse and helped me to take care of Great-grandpa last night.”

      “Gracias, amiga.” He leaned over and pulled Rebel into a one-armed hug from his perch in Duncan’s arms. “Is Great-grandpa okay?”

      “We’re going to check on him right now. He’ll be just fine, you’ll see.”

      “Come here, monkey.” Another male voice approached them from behind, and Pablo released his stranglehold on Rebel’s neck. The little boy reached for the man Rebel assumed was his father, who placed him on the floor. “Go find your cousins.” Pablo raced off toward a small table set up for the young ones, heedless of the art and artifacts on nearby tables.

      A man about the same age as Duncan approached. Instinctively, Rebel drew back a little. The man was intense with eyes that seemed to look deep down inside her.

      “Rey, stop scaring her.” He gave a handshake, a fist bump and a hug to the man, then turned to Rebel. “He’s a cop and likes to intimidate everyone.”

      “Well, it worked.” A hesitant smile covered Rebel’s face. “I’m Rebel Taylor.”

      Rey shook her hand and the cop eyes disappeared as he gave her the once-over in obvious appreciation. “Nice to meet you, Rebel.” Then he pulled her into a quick, unexpected hug. “Thank you for helping him last night. He’s a tough old bird, but I don’t know what we’d do without him.”

      “Hey man, back off. She’s taken, and you’re married.” Duncan tapped his cousin on the shoulder.

      “Okay, fine.” He reached for a plate, more focused on the food than Rebel.