I don’t want to stop. I keep going, stroking him with a firmer grasp and sucking a little harder on the tip, my cock sliding over his sheets, leaking like crazy as I try not to come. But when I hear his startled cry and his cum hits the back of my throat—so much that it dribbles from my lips as I try to swallow it all—I lose it. My hips pump against the bed, finding just enough friction that I let go. My cum soaks his bed as I moan around his softening cock and swallow the rest of his cum. “Holy fuck.” I try to catch my breath as he pulls me up to him.

“Did you come?” he asks, looking down at my wet cock that’s resting against his thigh.

I nod my head, not finding the energy to be embarrassed. “It was too hot.”

He grins. “That’s fucking hot.”

He starts to lean in to kiss me, but I pull back. “I probably taste like you.”

His smile only widens, that mischievous, easygoing grin I love so damn much. “I don’t care.” He kisses me hard, both of us moaning as his tongue delves into my mouth, no doubt tasting himself on me.

He only deepens the kiss, which God help me, only makes me love him more.

This is so damn bad.

25. Kingston

TWENTY-FIVE

KINGSTON

It’s Christmas Eve. Man, these last few months have gone by so fast. It’s winter break at school, but Camden has been busy at the grocery store, trying to save up for his mom. I haven’t seen him much, but I’ve been helping out with Lucy a lot.

Today, while Camden and his mom were at work, I brought Luce to my house to make cookies with my mom. She had fun, but I could tell she wished it was her own mom. I hate that for all of them.

It’s not fair that Camden is eighteen and working until closing on Christmas Eve, but it is what it is. Lucy and I walk through the automatic doors of the grocery store and spot Cam stocking shelves right away. He looks tired, and I know he’s sick to death of the Christmas music blaring from the speakers.

Lucy runs up to him, wrapping her little arms around him with a squeal, and he laughs, nearly knocked over by the pint-sized kiddo. “What are you guys doing here?”

“When are you coming home?” she whines adorably. “We can’t miss Santa, and it’s already dark out.”

Winter and it’s wonderful, dark abyss. I miss the sun.