“You were between my legs, Alek’s hands were everywhere, and Caleb... He was calling the shots.”
Kingston’s chest rumbled, and I could feel the vibrations of his laughter run through me. “Sounds about right.”
I loved hearing him laugh like that. Carefree and truly happy. I wanted to be the cause of that all the time.
“So, now that you’re awake...” He waggled his eyebrows, pulling a giggle from me.
Reaching down, I urged him up my body. “You can wake me up like that any time you want.”
He sank inside me in one smooth thrust, but it wasn’t rough fucking he was after. Not with the way his forehead was pressed to mine and his eyes stared into my soul. “Happy birthday, baby.”
“You already gave me my birthday present.”
“Merry Christmas, then. You were born on Christmas. You’ll get a present for both.”
He rolled his hips, and I moaned. “It seems like I’m finally going to start appreciating my birthday with you around.”
“My favorite day of the year.”
“Because you get presents?”
“Because it's the day I got you.”
A few hours later,after sharing a huge breakfast with the Farrells and opening presents, I sat by the fire, snuggled up with Kingston as we drank cocoa. It was ridiculously domestic. And I loved every single moment. This was the life I wanted. A big family, cozy home, normalcy. Well, minus the three older sisters who wanted to murder me in my sleep for hurting their baby brother. I could do without them.
“You need anything, Sunday?” Kingston’s mom asked, coming back into the room with a big platter of sugar cookies.
One of the triplets—I couldn’t tell them apart since they weren’t in their identifiers from yesterday—rolled her eyes, making the other two laugh.
“No, I’m fine. Thank you so much, Mrs. Farrell.”
“Call me Mom, or Diana if that makes you more comfortable.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” another of the girls grumbled.
“Ophelia, you will hold your tongue, or I’ll remind you exactly what it’s like when I’m angry with you. It’s been a long time since I had to do it, but I can still punish you if I need to.”
“Mom, I’m twenty-seven. You don’t get to punish me anymore.”
“Watch me.”
Kingston snickered and pulled me close. “This is fun.”
“Not when I’m the cause.” I was uncomfortable as hell.
“Phe, let up, all right? Sunday and I worked out our shit. We’re good. Happy. Totally in love.”
“She broke you, Kingston. And we’re just supposed to sit around and pretend nothing happened? No way. You were—”
“Ophelia, that’s enough.” Dad’s voice boomed through the living room, stopping all conversation.
“This is bullshit. You guys want to play like everything’s normal, fine, but don’t expect me to.” She stood with a huff, tossing her sisters an expectant look over her shoulder before storming upstairs. “Way to ruin Christmas, just like you have everything else,” she snarled as she passed me.
“Hey!” Kingston shouted after her. “Not cool.”
“It’s fine,” I said, though I’d be lying if I denied her words had cut me. Deep. I’d seen the proof of what I’d done to Kingston for myself. But coming face to face with the people that had to live with him while he was going through the worst of it? I hadn’t been prepared.
The other two triplets got up and followed Phe out of the room, leaving Kingston and me with their parents and Tessa. I hated that I was the reason they were angry, that the family was torn apart just because I was here, and that we probably wouldn’t fix it on this trip.