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I smiled at him, my heart so full, it wanted to burst. Our lips met in a soft kiss, and Nikky proceeded to slowly fuck me into the mattress, owning me just like I knew he would.
CHAPTER4
Nikolai
Ilooked up from the coffee I was making when I heard Jayden shuffle into the kitchen, my hand pausing mid-stir to watch him. His dark hair was all over the place, sticking up in fifty different directions, and his dark eyes were coated with sleep. An adorable pout had his lower lip sticking out. Wearing nothing but the shirt I’d had on yesterday and his briefs, he was the cutest fucking thing I’d ever laid eyes on.
“You look good in my clothes,” I rumbled as I set the spoon down on the little plate he had beside his Keurig machine. “Merry Christmas, Jay.”
He rubbed at his eyes, making an irritable noise. Oh, my sweet, sweet boy. “Why are you up so early?” he whined.
I reached out and tugged him against me, wrapping him up in my arms. “I rarely sleep past six anymore,” I told him honestly. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, I inhaled the scent of his shampoo—something akin to Irish Spring—and fuck, I loved it.
Jay made ahmphsound, and I chuckled. “You’re not a morning person, are you, sweet boy?”
“No,” he muttered, his face burrowed against my chest. “Mornings suck.”
I slowly spun us around, moved my coffee aside, and lifted him onto the counter. He was still adorably pouting. Leaning in, I smoothed my lips over his, kissing his cute pout away. “It’s very rude of you not to say Merry Christmas back, sweet boy,” I gently reprimanded him, arching a brow.
He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Is it a Merry Christmas when you didn’t even want to stay in bed with me?”
I gripped his thighs and cocked my head to the side the slightest bit. “A certain boy is asking for a spanking, I believe.”
His cheeks colored a dark shade of red, and it spread down his neck, disappearing under the collar of my shirt. “I’m not a little kid,” he muttered.
I gently squeezed his thighs, applying just enough pressure to have his eyes snapping up to mine, wide awake now. “Then don’t be a brat.” I leaned in and kissed him again. He wound his arms around my neck, drawing me as close as he could. I nipped at his bottom lip before sucking the tender flesh into my mouth.
My phone suddenly rang from where I had it plugged in on the kitchen counter. With a grunt, I stepped back from my eager boy, who whined at the loss, and grabbed my phone, surprised to see Amree’s name. I thought he would’ve been so lost in Cameron that I would’ve ceased to exist.
“Yeah?” I grunted.
“Cameron is a little down since he thinks the boys’ Christmas tradition won’t happen this year,” Amree told me.
I looked at Jay with a frown. First I was hearing of a tradition. “Jay, baby, do you, Cameron, and Draven have a Christmas tradition?”
He nodded and began chewing on his thumbnail. I reached out and drew his hand down from his tempting mouth, rubbing my thumb over his to soothe his abused skin. “I thought they wouldn’t want to do it since they’ve both got company this year and—”
I pressed my finger over his lips. “We’ll be there in a bit,” I assured Amree. “Give me two hours.”
“Cool.” He hung up the phone, and I set mine down before cupping Jayden’s face in my hands.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a tradition with your friends?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “I already told you,” he mumbled.
I sighed and drew him to me, resting his head on my chest. I cradled the back of his head, my fingers sliding into his waves. “Us being here doesn’t mean your traditions stop, you hear me? You’re still important. Draven and Cameron are your family. Don’t lose sight of that.”
He nodded and wound his arms around my waist. “Can you make me a cup of coffee?” he asked, his voice muffled by my chest.
I nodded and stepped back, eager to serve my boy and give him everything he wanted.
I was wrapped around every single one of his fingers, and I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
I knocked on Cameron’s front door, but Jayden huffed and moved in front of me before swinging open the door. I chuckled. “Cam!” he called as he stepped inside. He began toeing off his shoes, so I did the same, my sock-covered feet sinking into the carpet beyond the tile of the foyer.
Cam popped out of the kitchen, flour lining his cheek. He beamed at Jayden before wrapping him in a hug. “I was worried you wouldn’t come,” he admitted.
Jayden squeezed him. “I thought you wouldn’t want to carry the tradition,” Jay confessed.
