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He lifts his head, and we stare into each other’s eyes. It’s so intimate, but I can’t look away. Under different circumstances, I’d make him pledge he’s mine and keep him forever. The thought alone chokes me up, and his face softens.

Caleb has no idea what I’m thinking, but he offers comfort with a sweet kiss to my lips, cupping my jaw.

I work us faster and grab his nape to invade his mouth and ingest all his breathy sounds. He lets out a long, low whine and shivers, releasing his cum, and I trap it with my foreskin. I tumble over the edge seeing stars. My hand on his neck anchors me in the moment with him.

“That was incredible. When can we do it again?”

I’m speechless.

Chapter 24

Caleb

The one good thing about the snow shutting down the city is that Christmas Eve will just be my family and Leo and Mason. No neighbors or stray acquaintances, only people I care about. I like the coziness of sitting by the fireplace and not worrying about strangers in my house.

“More tea?” my mom asks with a kettle in her hand.

“No, I’m good.” I steal a glance at Leo talking to my dad in the kitchen.

Mason still has a low-grade fever but is propped up on the loveseat. It’s hard to look him in the eye, knowing what I did with his dad last night. I don’t regret it for a second, but I do feel guilty.

“I’m glad you and Leo had some time together. Your auras are much better,” she says, her eyes, exactly like mine, gleam in the firelight.

I sputter but can’t respond.

“It’s hardly my fault they were all angsty. I thought a ride would do you two some good. You know, figure things out.” She gives me a mom look and walks away.

Does my mom know? Sky above, I wouldn’t be surprised if mind-blowing sex gave off specific vibes. She couldn’t be suggesting Leo and I would be good together. Could she?

He called me Baby Doll, and my body exploded like fireworks on the Fourth of July. A kink unlocked and permanently embedded itself, as if he knew all along it’d fill a hole in me. I should hate being called baby anything, but he says it with devotion, and now Baby Doll are my two favorite words together.

Mason groans, and I hope he didn’t hear anything. I’d forgotten he was in the room. Leo takes up all of my brain.

“Dinner will be at six,” my mom calls from the kitchen. “Mason, dear, I’ll make you a special broth.”

“Thanks,” he croaks and flings the blankets off. “I think I’m going to take a nap. You know I’m sick when I’m excited about a special broth from your mom.”

I snicker. “Truth. I’ll try to do some recon so she doesn’t put anything too crazy in it.”

He shuffles to the stairs, holding the wall as he goes up.

Leo stalks in and stands at the bottom of the steps as if he’s ready to catch Mason if he falls.

“I feel terrible that he’s so sick, and I can’t believe I didn’t get it.” I scrub my hand over my face.

“You have a strong immune system. And you said you’ve been drinking the tea I sent you, which helps as well.” My mom sets a plate of assorted cheese and crackers on the coffee table. She puts her hands on her hips. “Caleb Benz, did you lie to me when you said you drank the tea?”

“Umm, no?” My voice goes up because I exaggerated how often I drank it.

She pats Leo’s chest as she walks by. “Children. What are we going to do with them?”

I know what I’d like Leo to do to me, but he’s been careful to keep his distance today.

To spend time together, Leo and I shovel the driveway. My pent-up energy needs an outlet, and he’s happy to be with me. Wild. A guy could get used to this, but I won’t. I can’t.

The snow is thick and heavy with ice crystals. It’s backbreaking and my lungs ache with the cold air, but being near Leo makes it worthwhile.

We started at the road where it was heaviest from the plow last night. My dad says there’s no unnecessary travel on the roads, but they should be clear by the twenty-sixth when we have to leave.

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