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Collin joined us, popping a piece of cheese into his mouth. “I like her.”
“She’s handling Mom well,” Brian said, probably because it had always been a sticking point with his ex about how overbearing our mother could be. Especially when Brian and Mom were so close.
“You love her?” Collin asked, but instead of answering, I only sipped my beer.
Seamus grunted next to me while Brian snickered.
Was I that obvious?
I turned to Brian. “How’re your kids?”
“Good. I get them Christmas night, so they’ll be here.”
I patted his back a few times. Mom had planned on selling the house, but when things started falling apart for Brian, she told him to move in. The whole of South Boston was becoming gentrified, prices skyrocketing, so the idea was for Brian to fix up the place, sell it for profit, and find something for himself while our mother could get a little apartment somewhere. But until then, he had his son and daughter spend every other weekend here.
“Hey, one of you open that for us,” Mom said, gesturing to the bottle at the end of the table, and Seamus stepped forward, delivering glasses of red wine to her, Nikki, and Kennedy, who smiled at me over the rim of her glass, her eyes bright, cheeks flushed.
Yeah, I loved her.
I should have known. Dean did warn me.She loves hard, and it’s impossible not to fall in love with her right back.
Hours later, when Finn was fast asleep on the other side of the room, and Kennedy and I were finally tucked into the bed that was way too small, I curled myself around her, whispering, “How was it today? Too much?”
“Not at all.” She laced her fingers with mine and pulled my arm more firmly around her waist. “I really like Nikki and Seamus. I love that they met because she was his tattoo artist. And your mom’s so sweet. Really adores you.”
“She really adoresyou.”
“I have a feeling she’d adore anyone you brought home.”
“I’ve never brought anyone else home.”
She angled her head to look at me over her shoulder. “Not even Tessa?”
I shook my head. “Mom’s met her a few times, and they get along, but it’s not like…” I lifted my shoulder. “I’ve always been preoccupied with school and work. I didn’t date a whole lot, and when I did, it wasn’t serious.”
She reached back to skim her hand over my hair and cheek, her face faintly highlighted by the tiny night-light in the corner, though her smile still glowed. “So, you’re serious about me?”
“I’m so fuckin’ serious about you.”
“Yeah?” she teased in her ridiculous Boston accent. “Wicked serious about me, huh?”
“No makin’ fun of me or you get no Dunkies tomorrow.”
“Oh no, not the Dunkin’,” she said with a stifled laugh as she turned back on her side, burrowing under the covers. I kissed the back of her head, her neck, her shoulder, and pulled her right against me, her soft ass tucked against me. I knew I’d be tortured all night.
But even with the stiffest hard-on known to man, I easily fell asleep.
Only to be woken up with wet heat around my cock. I shot up, blinking blearily as I reached for my glasses. I didn’t need 20/20 vision to know Kennedy was between my legs, but sweet baby Jesus in the manager, I wanted to see her.
“Where’s Finn?” I asked, putting my glasses on, and she tipped her head up as she continued to smooth her fist up and down my length, twisting her hand at the top, exactly how I liked.
“Downstairs. We’ve both been up for a while.”
“I…” I cleared my throat, raw from sleep and lust. “I didn’t hear.”
“I know. I took him down for breakfast, so you could sleep.” She swirled her tongue around the tip, already weeping. “You deserve it.”
I groaned and propped my head up on a pillow to watch her working her mouth up and down. “This my Christmas present?”
