Page 64 of 10 Things I Hate About Mistletoe

“I’m going to go to bed,” he said, his voice coming out raspier than normal.

“Sweet dreams,” she murmured, her hips rolling all the way to the stairs and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from that gorgeous ass. “I guess I’ll go take care of myself.”

Anthony’s cock jerked as she shut the door, leaving him with that torturous picture.

Think of something other than Delilah and her pretty pussy.

His father sprawled across his older brothers flashed through his mind and worked like a bucket of cold water.

Thirty years. Before Anthony was even born, his father had been seeing Evelyn. Bradley had filled in the blanks once they left the house, but it was all so unreal. He’d planned on leaving their mom for Evelyn but her pregnancy changed all that. He couldn’t abandon his pregnant wife for a younger woman. What would people think?

Unfortunately, Evelyn grew impatient after ten years and threw out an ultimatum. Either he left his wife or she was done. He’d made the choice but never imagined Rose would fight him on everything. She’d gotten alimony, child support, and the house. Gregory angrily raged against his ex-wife, claiming she’d financially crippled him. When his new wife wanted children, Gregory had to tell her about the vasectomy he’d had after Anthony was born. She’d been furious but hadn’t left.

Until today.

The phone call he’d received from Evelyn tonight had opened his eyes to everything. She’d resented his mother not just for holding on to his Dad, but that she’d had Anthony. Rose had the child Evelyn wanted and instead, she’d gotten Dad, his obnoxious older sons, and their lazy wives. Bradley and Audrey were the only ones who ever treated her as anything more than a cook or maid and they didn’t visit often. The life she imagined had never happened and instead, she’d ended up childless with a bitter old man for a husband.

Anthony wanted to say he could sympathize with her but karma had delivered her just deserts. While Anthony was a firm believer that it took two to tango, Evelyn knew his dad was a married father of four and she still thought he was going to leave his wife and what? Treat her like a pampered princess and give her six more strapping kids?

She’d either been oblivious or in denial to not know what a selfish prick Gregory Russo was.

Anthony lifted the comforter and climbed inside, thanking the painfulness of family drama, the surefire cure to make a man go limp.

He opened his message center and sent Pike a text.

Been thinking about the winter games. Let’s keep it simple. Snowball fights. Sledding or tubing. Activities the average person could do. What do you think?

Anthony sent the text and tapped on his Instagram feed, spotting a picture of Pike holding up the phone in order to get the entire Winters clan in the picture. Seeing his friend’s smiling face made him sick with guilt. He should go home tomorrow and talk to Pike. At least if he faced him like a man and explained everything, Pike might be pissed at first, but he’d get over it. Dragging this out was only going to make it worse.

A text popped up from Delilah and he clicked on it, staring at the picture of her shiny pink labia.

She misses you.

Fuck me.

He texted her back with shaking fingers. Hasn’t anyone told you it isn’t nice to tease?

Three little dots popped up and she responded with Look who’s talking.

I’m not the one sending naughty pics.

No, you’re the one putting the brakes on something we both want.

Oh yeah? What’s that?

Anthony knew he was wading into dangerous territory taunting her but she wasn’t wrong. He was the one denying them both, but Anthony was tired of meaningless sex. He wanted more.

Are you sure sex with Delilah wouldn’t be exactly what you’ve been looking for? You went down on her and it was the most incredible experience you’ve ever had doing that to a woman.

He heard the faint squeak of feet on the stairs and tensed, watching the door open. A sliver of light illuminated the dark room and Delilah, who shut the door with a click, entered, plunging the room into the dark again.

Anthony fumbled with the lamp on the stand next to him and it clicked on in time for him to watch her pull the ponytail holder from her hair and run her fingers through the dark strands. The action raised her large breasts and he noticed her nipples were pebbled under the thin cotton of her tee.

Shit, his dick hardened with a vengeance as she wasted no time climbing onto the edge of the bed between his legs, crawling up the comforter toward him.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

Delilah’s sexy smile made him swallow audibly. “You asked what we both wanted. I’m showing you.”