Page 15 of A Crossroads Christmas

I did as she asked, fucking her harder than the first time as I rammed into her ass, slapping her cheeks while I drove faster, deeper into her willing pussy. When we both came the secondtime, I dropped to my knees and licked at her pretty pink, swollen lips, cleaning up the mess we had made.

“I love you, Chrome,” she whispered as I stood and captured her mouth, then helped her dress because the garage had gotten chilly.

“Love you, my Cam.”

IT HAD BECOME MY MORNINGroutine to enjoy a cup of coffee on the front porch before I headed to The Crossroads, and today, I stepped out after leaving Cam to work.

My foot kicked something on the ground as I startled, reaching down to pick up the wrapped present that rested by the front door. I set down my mug and looked for a tag. Only my name but no clue who left it. Hmmm. A secret Santa?

“You got one, too?” Rael asked as he lifted his present.

The perk of living next door to my brother? I could see him whenever I wanted. After over two decades of separation, we didn’t consider any other option but to have our families live side by side. He must have already gone to the porch to wait for me. We met up almost every morning.

“Yep,” I answered as I gave the package a shake. My Reaper took control and sniffed, not detecting anything dangerous. As he receded, I ticked my chin at Rael. “Together?”

He shrugged. “Why not?”

We ripped into the gifts with enthusiasm, each of us grinning like fools. The boxes were identical in size, and I got into mine first, whooping for joy when I found a new set of rags and polish to keep my Harley lookin’ good.

There was a tiny blast as something popped open in Rael’s box, followed by a poof of air. My brother’s expression changed from elated to pained in an instant. He dropped the gift and backed up, stepping away from the contents as he gagged and coughed.

I swear to fuck I could see green smoke before it evaporated.

Rael rushed to the edge of his porch and leaned over the rail, retching as I wondered what had been inside the package.

“What was in there?” I asked, rushing to his yard after setting my box on the porch swing. I’d take it inside before I left for the clubhouse. “You okay?”

My brother held up a hand, heaving as he shook his head. “Fart.” He paused to spew coffee and stomach acid. “Spray.”

I got close enough to catch a whiff and backed away, biting my lip to keep from laughing. “Who did you piss off?”

“You didn’t send it, fucker?”

“No.” I shrugged. “Why would I do that?”

He wiped across his mouth with his sleeve. “Shit.”

“What?” I asked, wondering if he’d be okay.

“That’s what I smell like now. Fucking shit.”

I lost it. Laughter bubbled up from my chest and spilled out, and I howled with it, bending over and clutching at my gut. Every time I caught his glare, I laughed harder. It was five whole minutes before my sore cheeks got a break.

“Fuck, Ian,” I wheezed, using his real name and catching my breath. “That’s the funniest shit that’s happened since we found one another.”

“Is it, though?” He looked agitated and pissed. His Reaper came forward, caught the odor, and receded again so fucking fast that I laughed again, unable to apologize.

“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“You do that, big brother.”

He snorted as he walked inside, and I hoped Nylah and the twins didn’t get blasted with the stench.

I had to tell Cam, and she giggled through the story, wiping her eyes as I got to the part about him getting sick, and his Reaper unwilling to help out because he stunk.

It was the highlight of my week.

That night, over pizza, I told Jakey about it. He thought it was hilarious. I was babysitting a few of my favorite people. Gavin, Gage, Jakey, and Zara all came for a visit while their parents shopped for Christmas presents. Since we didn’t have little ones running around, we offered to help and keep the kids occupied for a few hours. The kids went to play after pizza, root beer floats that Jakey insisted on, and sugar cookies we’d bought at the store since Cam didn’t bake.

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