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The eight of us can’t fit into one taxi, thank god because I can’t stand to be within a mile of my brother any longer. When Callie shoves him into the first taxi that comes along he’s singing loudly, whipping his arms through the air and telling all of us how much he loves us. He’s making me feel queasy when he looks at me that way and even though I know he’s drunk as shit, him saying he loves me still stabs me through the chest. If only he knew how I was betraying him right now. His best friend’s hand is currently situated north up the back of my dress, twisting the string of my thong between his fingers.

Molly, Kyle, Nick and I climb into the next taxi only a moment later and finally I can snuggle up to Nick without the worry of who will see us. Kyle and Molly spend the entire journey playing tonsil hockey, not bothering to glance our way even once.

Nick drops his face down to mine and smiles. “Wanna play?”

“Fuck yes,” I laugh and his mouth seals itself against mine, softly at first but soon he’s devouring me completely like no amount is enough for him. His hands are tight around my waist, his lips moving methodically against mine, nibbling my bottom lip with his teeth and making me shiver. My thighs are slippery to say the least, so when the taxi finally pulls up outside my dorm I practically yank Nick out with me. I assume Molly and Kyle aren’t far behind, but I don’t bother to check if they’re following us as we pace up the stairs. My pussy is throbbing with need for him and when we get into my bedroom and his hand comes around my throat there’s a mess in my underwear that needs attending to asap. I spin around, falling back against the mattress with a sigh and dragging him on top of me by the hem of his t-shirt. The same t-shirt that’s in a pile on my bedroom floor two-seconds later. Nick’s bare chest is warm and moulds to me like plasticine, even though it’s as solid as a concrete path. He kisses a trail down from my lips, across the column of my throat and down my collar bone, making me shudder with desire. My legs squirm beneath his weight, desperate for friction and some sort of relief from the aching throb that's taken residence between my thighs. Nick continues to move down my body, taking the string of my underwear between his teeth. He’s looking up at me with hooded eyes and a desperate expression, one that likely matches mine. He pulls them down my legs and his breath catches in his throat when his vision is pulled between my now open legs.

“Jesus Christ baby, you been hiding this from me all night?”

My laugh is more like a croak as I watch him. “You going to get on with it or what?”

His heavy, hooded gaze catches mine and I can’t breathe when he grins like that, dipping his face and swiping a soft, slow tongue up my beating pussy. I shudder and Nick’s huge fingerssink into my thighs, trapping me there. He sucks my clit into his mouth, swirling the bud and creating a tingling, heavy sensation in the base of my spine. Before I can spill my pleasure all over his tongue he sits up, whipping his underwear off and exposing the already thick, solid weapon that lives in his pants. I swallow thickly when I watch him move towards me with the slow, purposeful movements of a lion. He crawls up my body, peppering gentle kisses up my throat towards my lips and when they finally connect he pushes inside me. His length stretches me, making me wriggle beneath him as I adjust to his size. He takes a minute to pause, checking that I'm ok with a whisper in my ear and then he completely fucking destroys me in the best way possible. He pounds into me, sucking purple swells up the edge of my jaw and into my hairline, behind my ear, everywhere his lips can find he marks me as his. I can tell when he’s close because his shoulder tense hard under my wandering fingers. They trace each line of the tattoos that live there, sometimes clawing at his skin when he hits the sweet spot inside me. He yanks himself out of me so quickly I feel a burning emptiness and I wonder what the hell he’s doing, until he gestures to my bedroom floor, fisting his rock hard cock in his hand.

“Get down there and open your mouth.” He demands, jaw tight, eyes silently pleading.

I drop to my knees and open my mouth for him, he presses his dick into my hot, wet throat and tenses again. I wrap my lips around him, moving slowly and keeping my fiery, needy gaze on him at all times.

“Oh Jesus, fuck.” He curses, gripping the back of my neck and sliding further into my mouth, before he pours his warm come down my throat and I swallow hard. Nick pulls me to my feet, breathless and sweating, swiping a thumb across my bottom lip and catching a drop of his taste. He dips the moisture into mymouth and I suck it off, all the time maintaining the lust filled eye contact that we’ve got going on.

That is until Nick’s phone pings and makes us both jump. He presses a light kiss against my lips and grabs his jeans from the ground, rummaging in the pocket for his phone. As he reads the message his eyes widen for a beat. Then he shakes his head, a tiny smile lifting the corner of his lips as he pockets his phone again.

“Who was that?” I say, pulling Nick’s t-shirt over my head. I love the smell of his scent on my skin when I sleep in his clothes.

“Just your brother being insane as usual,” he flops onto his back on my bed, both hands resting behind his head, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Oh,” my heart is thudding a little and I don’t know why, but I'm scared about whatever that text said and why Nick isn’t just telling me. “What did he say?” I crawl into bed beside him and he pulls me into his side, scooping me in close.

“He invited me to spend Christmas with you guys at your parents’ house.”

My chest tightens instantly with anxiety, what the hell does Sean think he’s doing inviting Nick for Christmas with us? The entire weekend will be spent with Nick and I having to avoid touching, looking or breathing too close to each other so neither of us are tempted to sneak away to the bathroom at any given chance.

Nick’s arm tightens around me, like he can feel the worry emanating off me. “Hey, it’s ok, I’ll tell him I don’t want to come.”

“But you do, don’t you?” I whisper, a trickle of guilt seeping into the pit of my stomach. It's not that I don’t want Nick to spend Christmas with us. Of course I’d love nothing more than to be with him, but I already know how uncomfortable the whole weekend will be. But before he says anything else it hits me like a bulldozer and I sit up, looking down at his soft features.

“You’re going to be alone for Christmas, aren’t you? You can’t go to your mum’s like you normally would because your dad will be there.”

Nick shrugs, painting a false smile on his face for my sake. “That doesn’t matter baby, I’ll just stay here, don’t worry about me.”

“No, no way, you’re not spending Christmas alone.”

Nick props himself up on his elbows and smiles softly. “Honestly, it's ok, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

I stare at him in awe for a beat, wondering how the hell I ever got so lucky to be with a man who would spend Christmas alone and miserable solely to prevent my minor discomfort. I plant a hard kiss against his lips and he pulls me down onto his chest, thick biceps wrapping tightly around my back.

“You’re coming, ok? It will be great, trust me, as long as we’re careful around Sean.”

Nick nods once. “Ok, if you’re sure.”

“I am.” I say, kissing him once more and rolling onto my back.

This Christmas is certainly going to be one to remember.

CHAPTER 21

NICK

I’ve never seen a house like this one in my entire life. The front door is so tall I don’t even have to duck, which is something I’ve become accustomed to as a six-foot-four man. I stay at the back of the group as we walk into the entryway. The vast expanse of space is staggering to me and it takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the sheer amount of light inside the home. The entryway is practically all made of marble, the staircase circles around one side and the grand piano sits to the left of the front door. There’s a Christmas tree that’s at least twelve feet tall, standing like a domineering giant behind the piano, and when Lily yells out in Callie’s arms the kitchen doors ahead of us fly open immediately. Sean and Lois’ mum appears with a beam stretched wide across her face. I’ve met her once or twicebefore and I know how kind and loving she is, basically the total opposite of either of my parents. Unless my mum wants something from me of course, then she turns on the soft, loving, motherly act, even letting the crocodile tears flow sometimes for full effect.

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