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Everybody loved mischief. Especially Colt and Reese and Greer and Daddy and Uncle Lucian and everybody. Oooh, Master Kingsley! I bet he’d be fun to prank. He could be scary.

I snickered to myself in the dark.

I could prank Franklin. I liked him lots. He got so flustered and horny.

Some sort of faint movement caught my eye, and I turned my head to look out the window.

Ohhh!

It was snowing!

I sat right up.

“Daddy,” I whispered urgently. “Cameron. Uncle Lucian!”

“Jesus, what is it, boy?” Lucian muttered.

“It’s snowing! Christmas is almost here!” My heart filled with joy. “Baby.” I shook Cameron gently and dipped down and kissed his shoulder. “Cameron, it’s snowing.”

He loved snow.

He finally woke up, mumbling and grumbling, and he sat up and rubbed at his eyes.

The pale moonlight allowed me to see his sleepy smile as he peered outside.

Who could sleep now? Snow was exciting. I gave him a sideways hug and kissed his cheek.

“Do we have Pop-Tarts?”

He groaned and totally just fell back against the mattress again.

What?! What’d I do?

“Go to sleep, Noa,” he complained.

“Goddammit, now I have to take a leak.” Lucian sighed.

“Me too,” Daddy grumbled.

This was fantastic! “You know what goes well with peeing in the middle of the night?” I asked. “Hot chocolate by the fire downstairs and just watching the snow fall.”

I held my breath, waiting for their response. Or their snoring. Mainly Cameron’s snoring.

I could hear a pin drop.

“Screw it.” Daddy puffed out a breath and pushed himself up to a seated position. “It’s our first Christmas with the boys, Lucian.”

“Yesssss!” I shook my butt where I sat.

“Oh, all right. You have a point.” Lucian was on board also!

Only Cameron left to convince. I scooted down and plastered myself to his listless body. He was definitely awake and reluctant about it.

“I love you, Cameron,” I sang. “But we can’t make cocoa without you…”

He was good at groaning this fine night. “Fiiine!”

Victory was mine!

I planted kisses all over his face while Lucian rounded the bed to help Daddy up.

The sheer happiness that tore through me couldn’t be described accurately with words. I felt peace too. Like a big, warm blanket that fell over me. We were gonna have cocoa together in the middle of the night, with snow falling outside. Wasn’t that just the coziest thing ever? Like something you’d remember for the rest of your days. Sort of like this super-comfy pillow.

Cameron rolled out of bed, and I checked out his naked butt. It was perfect.

I yawned and stretched out. My blinks felt a little heavy, and that was the serenity talking.

I couldn’t wait for the cocoa. I was gonna get marshmallows and chocolate sauce in mine.

No point in forming a line at the ladder, though. Daddy went down with the lift first, and then it was Lucian’s turn to climb down.

Another yawn slipped out, and I pulled the duvet higher. So, so comfy. I’d only close my eyes for a tiny moment until it was my turn to climb downstairs.

Mmm…

It was…gonna…be…epic…

EPILOGUE

Macklin McKenna

I’m never drinking again.

I winced as I lifted my head off the pillow.

What time was it? What day was it? Fuck, I didn’t work today, did I? God. My mouth tasted like death warmed over.

It was all a dream. Or a nightmare.

With a pounding headache screaming at me, screaming what a fucking idiot I was, I carefully slid out of bed and into my jeans. Then I threw a reluctant squint over my shoulder and wanted to fucking cry.

“You’re gonna have to beg for my cock, boy. Beg for every fucking inch.”

Shoot me in the motherfucking face.

I’d slept with Dean.

I’d begged him to fuck me.

I remembered moaning like a fucking whore…

Jesus.

I swallowed my nausea and grabbed the rest of my clothes, sidestepped two used condoms on the floor, and then I tossed a final glance at Dean’s naked ass before I tiptoed out into the hallway. Where I hurriedly put on my clothes and hightailed it out of there.

Holy shit, I was so screwed.

I winced at the soreness in my ass.

I hadn’t been railed like that since…

Hurl.

Walker.

“New low, Mack,” I whispered to myself in the elevator. “New fucking low.”

Needing my walk of shame to be as private and painless as possible, I ordered an Uber rather than walking to the nearest Metro.

As I waited, I texted Lane.

Guess who woke up next to a giant mistake this morning and could really use some comfort?


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