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Not to mention, the hottest sex ever.

“Fuck,” I gasp as her mouth, warm and wet, slides onto my cock. My head thuds back against the headrest.

Snow falls gently outside, collecting on the windshield in delicate crystals, the Christmas music on the radio drowned out by my choked curses and ragged breathing. Her tongue swirls and teases as I fist her hair, completely wrecked by this woman and the way she’s looking up at me—eyes dark, lips swollen, owning me as if it’s her fucking right.

It is. I’m hers.

“God, Letty,” I groan. “Your mouth is magic?—”

She hums against me, the vibration sending lightning chasing up my spine. When she takes me deeper, my hips tense and my release hits me suddenly, like a thunderclap. I’m gone—her name tearing from my throat as pleasure explodes through me like artillery fire.

She swallows my seed until I’m spent and shaking.

When I come back to myself, she’s pressing soft kisses to my stomach, looking very pleased with herself.

“Merry Christmas, Marine,” she says, her voice husky.

I cup her face, drawing her up for a deep kiss. “That was...”

“Better than fruitcake?” she grins against my mouth.

“Fucking phenomenal.” I tuck myself back into my pants and button up, still out of breath. “Though now I get to walk into your sister’s house looking like I just got the best blowjob of my life.”

“Are you complaining?” Letty’s laugh fills the cab. She checks her festive red lipstick in the visor mirror, reapplying it.

“Not complaining at all.”

“Good.”

I restart the engine, my hand finding hers across the center console. “I love you, you know. Everything about you.”

“I love you, too.” She squeezes my fingers, her smile softening. “Now let’s get going before Ellie sends out a search party.”

Ellie and Kyle’s house is strung with multicolored lights, warm and welcoming against the darkening sky. The scent of pine and cinnamon embraces us as we step through the front door, stomping the snow from our boots. Inside, laughter and music bounce off the walls.

Ellie’s carrying a tray of what looks like apple cider. She narrows her eyes, taking in Letty’s flushed cheeks and my (no doubt) dopey grin. “Unbelievable.”

“What?” Letty says innocently. “’Tis the season, right?”

Ellie groans as Kyle appears, bouncing baby Serena on his hip. His smirk tells me he also knows exactly what we just did, and he gives me a fist bump. “Cider?”

“Please,” I say, accepting the mug with a cheeky grin.

The house is packed with many of Deepwood’s finest. Juniper and Isaac are by the tree with their kids, Evan showing something to Delilah on his tablet. Remi and Mason are arguing good-naturedly over motorcycle parts in the corner. Zoe and Troy sit with their three kids—Micah looking like a typical bored teenager, and the twins, Chelsea and Peter, running circles around everyone while Troy desperately tries to corral them.

It hits me suddenly—this is mine now. All of it. This community, this chosen family. I’ve got roots here now, helping Letty and Ellie expand the Mariposa Taqueria while running the local branch of Second Mission.

I’ve got a home, with Letty. Just a rental for now, but we’re looking at buying. Thinking about the future.

“Uncle Felix!” Evan and the other kids charge toward me. “Did you bring it? The thing?”

I wink at him, ruffling his hair. “What thing?”

“The robot thing! You promised!” he wails.

“Oh, that thing,” I laugh, pulling a box from the bag we brought in and handing it to Evan. It’s the remote-controlled tank I built for them that they always insist on playing with every time I’m around.

Evan’s eyes light up as he pulls it from the box. “We’ll be very careful. Thanks for bringing it!”

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