I locked myself in my room, not wanting to bake cookies at all, but Brady was right—we needed a shred of normalcy.
Everything changed the night Evander raped me, including my social life. Eliza doesn't know what happened, but my brother does—of course he does. He was the only one I could turn to, the only one I trusted. I shuddered at the memory as I pulled on dry clothes, forcing a fake smile, like I do every goddamn day. Swinging the door open, I found Julian waiting, a bright smile on his face.
"Fallon, are you ready?" he asked, his cheeks puffed.
"I am now, kiddo." I ruffled his hair and scooped him into my arms, navigating the steps, trying to push the nightmares to the back of my mind.
In the kitchen, Brady was whistling along to Christmas music blasting from the speakers, which made my stomach churn. I hated everything about this holiday now. Evander didn't justruin my life, he ruined Brady's too, although that came later. Setting Julian on the counter, I washed my hands and grabbed an apron, attempting to embrace the Christmas spirit.
"Snowman or Santa?" Brady asked, holding up two cookie cutters while Julian devoured dough.
"I don't care, Brady. Pick one for me," I sighed, just wanting to get back to my room to plot for revenge.
Rolling his eyes, my brother tossed me the snowman cutter and got to work on Santa cookies, pretending everything was fine. I hated how he did that, acting as if the monster who raped me hadn't also murdered his girlfriend. He's in denial, I swear. Luckily, the doorbell rang.
"Be right back," I told them, flashing a grateful smile as I bolted for the front door.
"Merry Christmas!" Eliza breezed past, laden with bags, her smile radiant.
"What's so fucking merry about it?" I scoffed, about to shut the door when a gloved hand stopped me, forcing it back open.
"Shutting me out, Fallon? That's not very nice of you, but I'm used to it," Hitch said. My friend, with benefits—also my stepbrother—stood there, sexier than usual with snowflakes dusting his shoulders.
"Oh, I didn't see you there. Come in, why don't you?" Ugh, why did Eliza bring him here? Closing the door, I focused on his ass, perfectly outlined in his fitted black jeans.
"Where's Julian and Brady?" Eliza asked, taking off her coat.
"I'm right here, Liza!" Julian ran in, leaping into her arms.
The sight warmed my icy heart, and it brought back what happened to Nina to the forefront of my mind...again. I started to spiral, my OCD kicking in as I noticed things out of place, not matching, etc.. I felt panic rising. Suddenly, Hitch pinned me against the wall, his face inches from mine. His green eyespierced through me. His warm hand cupped my cheek, and the other found my clit.
"Come back to me, Fallon," he murmured, his nose grazing my jaw as he pressed on my clit, slow and deliberate circles with his finger, his breath hot on my skin.
"I'm right here, Hitch," I moaned breathlessly, clutching his sides and pulling him closer, even though we were still in the living room.
"I can tell you're spiraling...your crazy is showing in those gorgeous fucking eyes of yours," he whispered, nibbling on my earlobe, sending chills down my spine. The sound of footsteps made us jump apart quickly, leaving me wound up and desperate for release.
"Fallon, Hitch, daddy said to come and join us," he yelled, tugging on my hand as he did his best to pull me toward the kitchen, and with some reluctance, Hitch and I followed.
Brady eyed us suspiciously as we entered, my face flushed. "There you two are," he said, grinning.
"Yeah, here we are," I shot back, downing the shot of peppermint schnapps that Eliza offered me.
I fixed my eyes on Brady as she refilled my glass, refusing to back down from his challenge.
"I don't know what's going on with you two, but for Julian's sake, cut it the fuck out," Eliza said, finishing her shot and then disappearing to play with Julian.
Hitch remained silent, his body pressed against mine, making sure I could feel his erection against my ass. Without saying anything to Brady, I took Hitch's hand and pulled him out of the kitchen.
"Running off?" my brother yelled after us, and I didn't bother to reply.
Upstairs, the moment the door closed, Hitch had me pinned against it, ripping at my clothes.
"Fuck, Fallon," he murmured against my lips as he kissed me deeply.
I fumbled with his jeans, and when I got them undone, I pushed them down, freeing his massive cock. He wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling it roughly. Hitch dove in, devouring my exposed neck as he pushed me to the bed.
"Hop on my dick, Fallon, and show me how good of a sister you are," Hitch said, grinning as he held my waist.
