Let's Throw a Party

Sera

I only managed one or two words per thrust.

“It was—nice—of you—to invite—your mom,” I panted as I lay under Killian a few days after Christmas. We were mildly hungover from the rum eggnog the adults shared after the kids went to bed.

His words were growled through gritted teeth. “Wrong—not to.”

“Was this—a great—Christmas?”

“Best one—in a long—time.”

I opened my mouth, but he silenced me with a deep kiss, and I quickly forgot whatever I was about to say. I lost myself to pleasure once again, a sudden gratitude pulsing inside of me. I was lucky. After being plagued by so much misfortune, I realized that things were finally leveling out. The shadow of my father dissipated. I had my true family returned to me, and Killian took care of them like they were his own family. I had a man who loved me and literally killed men to prove it.

There was still uncertainty, yes, but we were equipped to handle anything.

I was determined to continue taking control of my own future. That being sai