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He shakes his head at me, but I can tell he’s amused. He mumbles, “You’re going to pay for that, Kam bam.”

I wink at him. “Can’t wait, kitten.”

As more gifts are opened, I notice he’s constantly checking his phone. It’s very unlike him. I ask, “What’s going on? You can’t watch porn on Christmas morning.”

He lets out a laugh. “It’s not porn, you degenerate. My father’s gift is running late. It was supposed to be here an hour ago. They’re going to text when it arrives.”

“What is it?” I ask.

“My mother is going to kill me, but if you can’t spoil the people you love, what’s the point in all this? It’s—”

Before he can continue, his phone vibrates, and he looks at it. His eyes move to mine, and he bites his lip nervously. “It’s here. I’m going out to deal with the delivery guy. Will you bring everyone outside in five minutes?”

I nod. “Sure.”

He kisses my cheek as his dimples come out. “I’m so excited. Seeyou in a few.”

He really is very cute, especially when he’s excited.

He practically skips out the front door, and I’m hit with yet another wave of emotion at how truly happy he is to give his father a nice gift. At least, I’m assuming it’s nice.

Exactly five minutes later, I manage to wrangle everyone and get them to make their way toward the door, with his parents leading the curious charge. His mother is already mumbling about hoping Cheetah didn’t go overboard.

Everyone steps outside, and his mother gasps. His father has tears pooling in his eyes. There’s a giant, and I mean giant, brand-new shiny black pickup truck with an oversized red and green bow.

His mother croaks out, “Ay, Cruz, what have you done? It’s too much.”

Cheetah has a huge smile as he waves his hand dismissively at her. “It’s not for you. It’s for him. He works his cojones off. He deserves something nice.”

She pinches her eyebrows together. “But he already has a truck.”

Cheetah shrugs. “Give his truck to your church. They can use it to deliver food to shelters.”

His mother, clearly overcome with emotion, nods. His father practically skips over to Cheetah and pulls him into a bear hug. “Thank you, mi hijo. It’s the most beautiful thing these old eyes have ever seen.”

With a tremendous amount of pride, Cheetah shows his father the inside of the truck and teaches him all the bells and whistles, half of which I imagine he’ll never use but Cheetah just wanted him to have.

I would love to be able to do something like this for my father one day. He’s had such a tough life, one that I can’t imagine he wanted. To give him a moment of pure joy like this would be truly incredible.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHEETAH

We’ve had the best few days visiting my family. I can’t remember ever having so much fun during a visit home, at least not in a very long time. It’s been relaxed with no pressure from my mother, aside from a few comments about poking holes in my condoms, which Kam now carefully inspects before we have sex.

I showed her all the best spots in Galveston, including Pleasure Pier, the Strand, and Galveston State Park. We did a rope course adventure with my siblings and their families.

Kam finished the course first, much to the shock of everyone there. I don’t think they appreciated her athleticism until they saw it in person. I proudly threw my arm around her and announced to them all that she was a four-time All-American. She reminded me that if you include high school, she was an eight-time All-American.

We then had a wiffle ball game with all the kids. Kam is totally uncomfortable around kids and doesn’t even attempt to censor herself, but the game was fun and turned into a pissing contest between her and me. We traded home runsback and forth, doing our best to one-up the other with our outrageous celebratory trots. She won everyone’s vote when she got on the ground and did the worm all the way around our makeshift bases.

She also wildly amused herself by finding the most inopportune times to call in the promised daily oral satisfaction, but I never back down from a good challenge. I’ve now gone down on her in multiple public bathrooms, the woods, the back of my father’s new truck, and under a table one night.

She’s crazy in the best way possible.

On our last night here, we went line dancing at a bar. We hung out with my cousin Cruz and his girl, Lehra. They were dressed as a cowboy and cowgirl. When I asked him about it, he simply smirked and said that they like to do a little role-play now and then. Kam made me give her the full cowboy treatment when we got into bed that night.

Unfortunately, we also ran into Mariana while there. She was visibly upset by seeing me with my alleged fiancée. I felt terrible, but Kam was extremely kind to her. By the end of the night, I think Mariana fell for Kam as much as my family has.

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