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He straightens, looking more like his usual confident self. “Yes. Besides, we only have Christmas Day dinner in my family to celebrate, so I won’t miss anything.” He takes a deep breath.
“I haven’t asked about your family, damn I suck at being a boyfriend.” I realize it as I say it. I do.
“You’re fine, and you’ve met Zoe. We’re very close to my parents. We had dinner with them on Saturday. They want to meet you by the way.”
“They could come to Christmas dinner on Friday. We’re having it at home with Mike’s family as well and they can come to the game on Sunday, of course.” I want to make a good impression on them. I know I’m not the ideal partner for most people’s children, with my history and all. I have to show them and Tris that I’m in this, to somehow convince him to be in this as well.
“Oh,” is all he says about my offer.
“Think about it, there’s no rush. In the meantime, do you think we can leave early tomorrow for the Hamptons?”
“Okay.” He sighs out the word, but then that brilliant, gorgeous smile takes over his face. “I’m excited about it.” I spend the rest of the drive staring at his perfect face.
We get home and hang out with Iris and Ma, Theo and Mike went back to sleep at their own place today, and it feels like family and… natural. To sit around the table and hear Tris ask Ma everything about my childhood, to hear his laughter when she tells him all the ways in which I’m responsible for her gray hair.
It all feels… perfect.
Tuesday, December 22nd
We arrive earlyat the beach house, and Tristan’s surprised face when he sees the somewhat simple, two-story home is priceless.
Matt excuses himself to his room to take a nap after checking everything is as it should be, and I lead Tris to the kitchen.
“It’s not even that big, baby. You gotta close your mouth.”
“That’s what surprised me. I was expecting another huge mansion.”
“Shut up,” I mutter. “It’s been in the family as long as the company has, and we’ve done lots of updates, but we don’t need more than this. And also, you haven’t seen the backyard.”
I cackle when he sprints to the sliding doors and lets out a shout of happiness so I’m guessing he saw the beach and the jacuzzi.
When I see him, eyes closed, feeling the cold wind on his face, a relaxed expression, I think it’s time for what I threatened when we were at the game. Before everything went to shit, I told him he’d pay for saying he’s only with me because I own the Kings.
I obviously didn’t do it that night, and yesterday we were both tired from the stressful workday, so we shared soapy hand jobs in the shower then went to sleep.
Today, all day long, I’m gonna make sure he feels as used as he ever has. I’ll show him how much I love using his body.
I step behind him and envelop him in my arms, he hums in contentment and leans his head back on my shoulder.
“I’m going to show you the master now. I think you’ll like it,” I whisper and kiss his cheek.
He comes along without any protest and when we get to my bedroom door, I stop. “Do the same rules as back home apply, baby?”
“Yes,” he moans. “Yes, please.”
“Then come on, I have some payback to dish out.”
“For what?” he asks as we walk to the side of the bed.
“For saying you’re dating me because I own the Kings,” I remind him as I unzip the hoodie he has on then get to work on lifting the t-shirt over his head.
I see a pleased smirk when the fabric is over his face, and I know he’s remembering me whispering the words to him. I kiss him softly, too softly if I’m honest. Because all I want today is to hear him beg.
I take off the rest of his clothes methodically. “Face down on the bed, Tris.”
He does as I ask and I take a minute to appreciate the view. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it. I only take off my shoes and my sweater, then climb on top of him straddling his legs, and start kissing down his back.
I grab the two firm handfuls of his ass and part them to take a look at my prize. I teased him in the shower this morning, barely stretching him with the tip of my middle finger so I could keep him wanting and needy for me.
