cum and leave you to put yourself out of your own misery.”
“I’d get the job done quicker.” I lift my hips, searching for more.
“Wouldn’t be the same though, would it? Without my dick,” he mocks me. “Come on, baby, say please.”
I close my eyes tighter, ignoring his demand.
He retreats and I cry out. “Please.”
I beg. I fucking plead.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now let that pussy cry for me, beauty. Soak your sheets.”
I come.
Loud.
Chaotically.
“Ryn!”
My eyes flash open, my father’s lounge room coming into focus.
“Are you okay?” Codi asks.
“What?” I blink away my confusion.
Parker chuckles to the side. “Baby, she was fine. I told you to leave her.”
I swallow down my humiliation.
“You were having a nightmare… I think.”
“That was no nightmare, Sugar.” Parker struggles to hold on to his laughter and my cheeks shade on their own accord.
“Fuck off, Parker,” I grumble, moving to sit up.
“You fell asleep on the couch last night. We didn’t want to wake you.”
Palms to my eyes, I rub at them.
“Merry Christmas, Ryn.”
Christmas.
Fuck.
“Go up and freshen up. I’m about to start lunch prep. Rocco should be here soon.”
Rocco.
Seriously, Merry fucking Christmas to me.
Santa, all I want is for the ground to open up and swallow me. Please and thank you very much.
I watch him through the curtain, a neatly wrapped present held tightly in his hands. He reaches the door but doesn’t knock. Instead, he turns on his heel, walking back toward his car.
Stopping at the hood, he shakes his head, cracking his neck side-to-side. Not the Rocco from my dream last night. This one seems almost unsure. Not the dominating asshole that made me come harder than I ever have done before. In. My. Sleep. In front of my sister and her fiancé. Embarrassment level, one jillion.
When he turns back around, there’s a fierceness in his features that looks both uncertain and aggressive. Stride purposeful, he moves quickly. Three heavy knocks, all evenly spaced are loud enough to be heard through the entire house.
I stay at the window, only the line of his back in view.
“Ryn?” Codi wanders into the room, feet moving toward the door.
She’s wearing a stupid Santa apron, attempting to save her white shirt from the damage of her cooking. Thank fuck Dad is in there overseeing the disaster that is Codi cooking Christmas lunch.
“Hmm?”
“Why didn’t you answer the door?”
Ah, let me see, because he’ll read through my bitch act and know he gave me the orgasm of my life last night. Only he wasn’t actually here.
I shrug, letting the curtain drop away. “He’s not my guest.”
She lets out a sigh of irritation. “It’s Christmas Day. It’d be nice if you could be civil.”
I stare at her blankly as she opens the door, her face split open in a wide grin as she wishes Rocco a Merry Christmas. Poor guy looks as uncomfortable as I feel, a tight smile forced onto his face as if someone had pulled it up with a pair of pliers. His discomfort pleases me more than it should.
His chin dips down briefly at Codi’s overly enthusiastic greeting.
“Tree is over there if you want to pop that down.” She gestures to the gift, but he doesn’t move, only holds onto the box tighter.
“Rocco.” I pull him from his misery. “How lovely of you to join us on this festive day.” I throw in a curtsy for good measure. “We’ve all been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Please, do make yourself at home.”
The side of his mouth twitches in amusement, but he doesn’t let his grin take hold.
“Oh my God,” Codi grumbles. “You’re impossible.”
I turn my attention to her. “Just being civil, dear sister, as per your Christmas request. Now, please excuse me as I do a quick knife count, I must make sure one doesn’t find itself lodged in my back throughout the day.” I feign a laugh walking toward the kitchen before Codi demands I apologize.
I hear her mumble an apology on my behalf, which only incenses me further.
“Rocco here?” Parker asks as I step into the kitchen.
He’s plastered his ass to a kitchen stool, looking frightened at the mess before him.
“Hmm.” I nod. “I’m going upstairs.”
To die of my self-infused embarrassment I don’t add.
“Call me when we’re exchanging gifts.”
I kiss my dad’s cheek as I walk past him, legging it up the stairs to avoid as much human contact as I can.
I pause on the threshold of my old room, the present that was held tightly in Rocco’s hands now sitting on my bed.
I stare at it, trying