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I was barely aware of Rock letting loose behind me, driving into my ass so hard it raised goose bumps on my skin. “Fuck… fuck… so fucking good,” he groaned.

Oscar came with a growl a second later, and then Neo was trying to pull out of my mouth as his dick swelled between my lips.

I reached up to hold him there. If this was the only way I could have him, the only way he’d let me get close, then I wanted it all.

He thrust twice more and groaned, his hot semen spilling into my mouth. I swallowed it up like a fucking glutton, taking it all while he’d let me have it.

Rock was still behind me, Oscar quiet under me, when Neo stopped moving in my mouth. He pulled out and looked down at me, an unfamiliar tenderness in his eyes, and stroked my cheek.

Then he zipped up his pants and left the room without a word.

Chapter48

Rock

Istood at the kitchen window, slicing beef for a Christmas Eve stir-fry and watching Drago try to teach Willa how to throw a football.

Emphasis on the wordtry. She was perfect in every way, but the girl could not throw a fucking football to save her life. The whole scene was made even funnier by the fact that she was bundled in that giant coat I’d brought her from the mainland, her body disappearing under layers of quilted down.

The total effect was maximum adorability, and I grinned like an idiot as I watched Drago order her to run with the ball, then play-tackle her to the ground.

“What’s that?” Neo asked, washing his hands and looking at the beef.

“It’s for stir-fry.”

“On Christmas Eve? Shouldn’t we be having turkey or fish stew or something?”

The fish stew was a Catholic thing, part of the traditional Italian Christmas Eve dinner, and I didn’t know about Neo, but I’d had enough fish stew to last me a lifetime. I was ready to make my own traditions, and having Willa around for Christmas only made me more determined to make it special.

Most years we were all at our respectively dysfunctional homes for the holidays. Being on the island with my brothers and the girl I loved — I knew I loved her, I just hadn’t found the right time to say it — was a fucking dream come true.

I’d been worried about leaving Sophia with our dad, but I’d convinced her to beg off by going skiing with friends from school.

Our dad would probably have Scotch for dinner anyway.

“We’re having turkey tomorrow,” I said to Neo. “You’re supposed to have something nontraditional for Christmas Eve.”

“Says who?” he asked.

“Says everybody.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why do you care?”

Neo didn’t usually give two fucks about this shit.

His shrug was a little too casual. What did they call it?Practiced nonchalance.

That.

“I don’t. Just wondering.”

I laughed as the truth hit me. “You want it to be nice. For Willa.”

It fit together with things I hadn’t thought about: the way Neo had cut back the branches that had been obscuring the view of the water from Willa’s bedroom, the way he’d stomped off into the woods and returned with a fresh-cut tree after Willa mentioned how happy her childhood Christmas trees had made her.

Shit, he’d even dug through the old shed on the grounds and uncovered some dusty lights, which he’d proceeded to wipe down one by one for the tree.

“It’s Christmas,” he said, like that explained it.

I knew better. Neo cared so little about Christmas that he usually hired someone to buy his gifts, and I had a closet full of useless but expensive shit to prove it.

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