I cupped his balls and sucked in my cheeks, taking him even deeper.
“Fuck!” he shouted.
Grabbing the back of my head, he took over, fucking my mouth until I could feel him start to pulse. He tried to pull out, but I had a death grip on his ass, holding him there as my mouth continued to slide up and down his shaft.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned.
Counting on it, I sucked him harder and faster until hot cum hit the back of my throat. Now it was my turn to lick him clean as he struggled to keep himself upright.
When I finished, I stood and undressed us both before tugging Bones toward my bed.
“I need to go to work,” he argued as I laid him down and pulled the covers up to his chest. His eyes were already closed, and his body had gone completely still.
“Sleep first,” I said, settling in beside him. I kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck, and his chest, loving the way he looked sprawled out on his back in my bed. His expression softened as he drifted off to sleep.
Bones hated himself for being a monster, but I hated my parents for the way they’d chosen the high road over life. Yes, they were good guys, but they were also dead. Lot of good their morals were doing them now.
Give me a boogeyman over a saint any day.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Bones
ISTAYED SO busy searching for Joey Durante, that I didn’t even realize how close we were to Christmas until I came home late one night to find Markie, Ariana, and Angel decorating a giant tree in our living room. Angel and I had never felt the need to get a tree before, but apparently Markie insisted.
“Where’d this come from?” I asked, hoping the three of them hadn’t gone out without me.
“We had it delivered,” Angel replied. “Along with all the decorations. Markie’s been busy online shopping.”
Looking around, I saw exactly what he meant. It looked like Santa Clause had thrown up all over our apartment. There was so much red and green, my eyes were having trouble focusing. “Isn’t it a little early to decorate?” I asked, checking my phone for the date. “Wait, today’s the twenty-third?”
Markie nodded. “Two days. Thank God for expedited shipping. I’m barely going to have time to wrap all the gifts arriving tomorrow.”
“Nobody expects you to get and wrap gifts for everyone, Markie,” Angel replied, sounding exasperated. “You’re still recovering.”
“Online shopping and wrapping presents is not taxing.” She held his hand, giving him a smile. “I’ll be fine.”
“I won’t,” I said. “I haven’t bought a single gift yet. I’m so far behind. What about you?” I asked, approaching Ariana who’d stayed silent since I’d arrived. “You do your Christmas shopping yet?”
She gave me a sheepish grin. “Not a big fan of Christmas, so I usually put it off until the last possible moment.”
“Babe, it’s pretty last moment. You want to go see if we can knock out this gift buying shit really quick?”
“Are you sure you have time?” she asked.
No. I didn’t have time for anything but finding Joey Durante, but there was no way I was showing up empty handed to Ma’s on Christmas. “I have to go shopping for Ma and David. They don’t care how busy I am, they’re still gonna expect presents.”
“Let me get my purse,” she said, looking relieved.
When we climbed into my Jeep, Ariana thanked me for rescuing her from tree decorating. Surprised, because I thought all broads were into that sort of shit, I asked her why she wasn’t a fan of Christmas.
“Mom got crazy around the holidays,” she replied, her eyes softening as she looked away. “Crazy like Markie. She wanted everything decorated and smelling like cinnamon and fir trees. She baked the entire month of December every year. Cookies, candies, pies, cakes, we had baked goods coming out our ears. We’d make multiple deliveries to the local homeless shelters while mom preached about the importance of doing something for people with less than we had.”
“She sounds like a good woman.”
Ariana gave me a sad smile. “One of the best. But after she died, we moved in with Uncle Jay, and Christmas was just another reason for him to get plastered and bring strange women home. Markie tried to keep Mom’s traditions alive, but it wasn’t the same. The whole holiday just seems fake now, and I’m tired of faking it.”
I nodded, grabbing her hand and intertwining our fingers. “After Pops disappeared, Ma did her best, but I always felt like we faked the holidays, too.”
