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I yanked my bra cup down.

He took my nipple in his mouth and sucked. Hard.

I kept bouncing, his hips pistoned up, and my release swept over me.

I leaned forward, put my mouth to the juncture of Tundra’s neck and shoulder, and moaned loud with my orgasm.

Once my breathing slowed, I looked up at him. “Best Christmas gift ever, honey. Thank you.”

His teeth sank into his lower lip for a beat. “Goes both ways, woman. Legit, Mickayla, that pleasure was all mine. Never been so damn grateful to have that center stand installed on my Harley.”

“I really wish you could have made it home for Christmas, honey,” Mom said.

It wasn’t a guilt trip - yet. I’d already talked to Dad, Ryan, Killian, and Mabel.

“I know, Mom, but this way you got to spend more time getting to know Ivy.”

“You’re right. What about you? Did you spend time with London and her family? I’d ask if you hit the clubhouse, but with your brothers here, I’m sure that wasn’t part of your plans.”

“No, I decided to try my hand at rack of lamb,” I semi-lied.

“By yourself?”

“Mom, the rack isn’t that big and I can put away some lamb chops.”

“This is true. Did it turn out well?”

“I don’t know, they’re in the oven right now, so I need to go soon. I’m glad you all had a Merry Christmas. If Uncle Mick and Aunt Stella are around, send them my love.”

“I get the feeling you’re putting me off, but we’ll talk again soon. Merry Christmas, my girl. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Mom.”

From where he was lounged on the couch, Tundra said, “You forgot to tell her about the beef tenderloin.”

“I didn’t forget. Mentioning that would have tipped her off to something else going on. And she’d wonder how I paid for lamb and what is basically filet mignon.”

“Smart. Get over here, Mick.”

I glanced at the oven timer before standing. “We don’t have time for another round before the food starts coming together.”

He chuckled. “My vision’s still good, babe. Not gonna start something, but I want you over here.”

I climbed on top of him. He quickly pulled me into a warm, comforting snuggle.

Damn how I liked this.

“You doin’ all right? Sounds like you’re missing out on a lot of family fun.”

With my finger, I drew patterns on his pec. “Yeah, but missing isn’t quite the right word. I’ve wondered what a Christmas on my own would be like, and yeah, it’s great being with my family, but it’s also great to have a break from that - even if that makes me sound shallow or selfish.”

“That’s not selfish, woman. And it damn sure isn’t shallow.”

“Thanks for saying that…but as much fun as we’re having, it feels a little selfish.”

“Look at me.”

I tipped my face up.