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Authors: Autumn Jones Lake
outside, with the foulest mouth and an appetite for sex to match any man, Lilly keeps me on my toes.
She doesn’t care if I fuck around with other chicks, because she’s fucking other guys.
First time this scenario has ever annoyed me.
Tonight I didn’t bother calling first. Last time I went that route, she told me she was busy. I’m not giving her an out tonight.
I even have a present with me.
No, not my dick. That comes later.
Her driveway is dark, but that’s not unusual. Christ, I feel like a stalky dickwad. Her porch light is on, but her little Lexus sedan is nowhere to be seen.
Fuck.
I knew it was a risk coming all the way up here.
I’m still douching around in her driveway, trying to decide if I should wait or head back down to Empire, when headlights come bouncing down the driveway. I swear my dick pulses to life at the sight.
***
I managed to bite back the tears until I got in my car. Over the years I’ve learned nothing can pierce your heart more than family. At thirty-three, it is scandalous that I’m not married and carting a bunch of kids around with me. Never mind that I paid for college and graduate school all by myself. That I bought my own house before I turned thirty with my own money. That I haven’t asked my parents for a dime since I left home at eighteen.
If it wasn’t for my older brother, Alex, playing mediator, I wouldn’t have lasted through my mother’s mushroom soup with zaprashka—the first of twelve miserable courses I sat through tonight. Even though my mother bent her traditions a long time ago, and now celebrates Christmas Eve on the 24th of December instead of January 7th, the meal she makes has not changed.
How badly I wanted to take comfort in the familiar smells and tastes of my childhood. But once my mother got busy picking out my flaws and failures, it was only a matter of time before my father, aunts, and cousins joined the fun.
Lilly, when you gonna find a man to take care of you?
I can take care of myself, Babbo.
Nonsense, you’re getting too old to attract a man.
Zia Bruna, I attract plenty of men.
That one had not gone over well. I’m pretty sure my family still thinks I’m a virgin.
I hate to break it to them, but that ship sailed a long time ago.
Why hadn’t I moved farther away?
I could call my best friend, Sophie. Before her parents divorced, their strict Greek expectations of her rivaled my own family’s. But she’s off in New Hampshire spending the holiday with her rock star boyfriend who has some downtime until after New Year’s.
After a quick stop at Stewart’s, I have a quart of my favorite eggnog in my possession. When I get home, I’m going to introduce the eggnog to the bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream I have stashed in my fridge. Then I’m going to crawl into bed and forget that I have to get up and do this again tomorrow.
My heart jumps in my throat at the sight of a black SUV parked near my house. Nestled at the end of a long, bumpy driveway, my house is isolated—which is how I’ve always liked it. My foot slips off the accelerator as I process what I want to do. Turn around and drive away? Call 911? Call Alex?
Before I can do any of those things, the door swings open and a big, black-booted foot steps out.
Z.
My mouth quirks. I swear to God, my nipples tighten and a slick rush of heat dampens my panties.
Christmas Eve just got a whole lot better.
“Z? What are you doing here?”
Her throaty voice gets me so fucking hard, my dick’s banging against my zipper.
Showtime.
Snagging the package off the front seat, I meet her in the driveway.
“Wanted to give you your Christmas present.”
She cocks her head in a way I don’t find all that comforting. But her hand reaches out to take the bag. Before her fingers skim over the brown paper sack, I yank it away.
“Nu-uh. Not yet.”
She plants a fist on her hip and gives me a cool stare that’s hot as fuck. “You don’t have to bring me
She doesn’t care if I fuck around with other chicks, because she’s fucking other guys.
First time this scenario has ever annoyed me.
Tonight I didn’t bother calling first. Last time I went that route, she told me she was busy. I’m not giving her an out tonight.
I even have a present with me.
No, not my dick. That comes later.
Her driveway is dark, but that’s not unusual. Christ, I feel like a stalky dickwad. Her porch light is on, but her little Lexus sedan is nowhere to be seen.
Fuck.
I knew it was a risk coming all the way up here.
I’m still douching around in her driveway, trying to decide if I should wait or head back down to Empire, when headlights come bouncing down the driveway. I swear my dick pulses to life at the sight.
***
I managed to bite back the tears until I got in my car. Over the years I’ve learned nothing can pierce your heart more than family. At thirty-three, it is scandalous that I’m not married and carting a bunch of kids around with me. Never mind that I paid for college and graduate school all by myself. That I bought my own house before I turned thirty with my own money. That I haven’t asked my parents for a dime since I left home at eighteen.
If it wasn’t for my older brother, Alex, playing mediator, I wouldn’t have lasted through my mother’s mushroom soup with zaprashka—the first of twelve miserable courses I sat through tonight. Even though my mother bent her traditions a long time ago, and now celebrates Christmas Eve on the 24th of December instead of January 7th, the meal she makes has not changed.
How badly I wanted to take comfort in the familiar smells and tastes of my childhood. But once my mother got busy picking out my flaws and failures, it was only a matter of time before my father, aunts, and cousins joined the fun.
Lilly, when you gonna find a man to take care of you?
I can take care of myself, Babbo.
Nonsense, you’re getting too old to attract a man.
Zia Bruna, I attract plenty of men.
That one had not gone over well. I’m pretty sure my family still thinks I’m a virgin.
I hate to break it to them, but that ship sailed a long time ago.
Why hadn’t I moved farther away?
I could call my best friend, Sophie. Before her parents divorced, their strict Greek expectations of her rivaled my own family’s. But she’s off in New Hampshire spending the holiday with her rock star boyfriend who has some downtime until after New Year’s.
After a quick stop at Stewart’s, I have a quart of my favorite eggnog in my possession. When I get home, I’m going to introduce the eggnog to the bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream I have stashed in my fridge. Then I’m going to crawl into bed and forget that I have to get up and do this again tomorrow.
My heart jumps in my throat at the sight of a black SUV parked near my house. Nestled at the end of a long, bumpy driveway, my house is isolated—which is how I’ve always liked it. My foot slips off the accelerator as I process what I want to do. Turn around and drive away? Call 911? Call Alex?
Before I can do any of those things, the door swings open and a big, black-booted foot steps out.
Z.
My mouth quirks. I swear to God, my nipples tighten and a slick rush of heat dampens my panties.
Christmas Eve just got a whole lot better.
“Z? What are you doing here?”
Her throaty voice gets me so fucking hard, my dick’s banging against my zipper.
Showtime.
Snagging the package off the front seat, I meet her in the driveway.
“Wanted to give you your Christmas present.”
She cocks her head in a way I don’t find all that comforting. But her hand reaches out to take the bag. Before her fingers skim over the brown paper sack, I yank it away.
“Nu-uh. Not yet.”
She plants a fist on her hip and gives me a cool stare that’s hot as fuck. “You don’t have to bring me
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