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We were all so fucking ready for a break. Ollie and Bo would spend Christmas in Sweden this year, then head to Scotland for Hogmanay. Nate and Vee flew back to the States to celebrate with Nate’s family.

I’d already picked up Max’s bag the night before, and we said goodbye to the guys after training on Thursday, not exactly letting on that we’d be heading north together.

Traffic was surprisingly light for a few days before Christmas, and the roads were clear.

I drove us all the way past Leipzig and Hannover, where Max fell asleep, through Hamburg, until we reached the Danish border.

Hjem.

We drove further north to my family’s beach house half an hour outside of Kolding, a seaport town on the Baltic Sea coast.

“Baby?” I stroked Max’s cheek, trying to rouse him gently. “We’re here. Come inside.”

He followed me, probably still half asleep, and stood patiently until I’d undressed him and then slipped under the covers with me.

I woke up in my love’s arms in the huge, comfortable bed facing the massive glass fronts and the Baltic Sea before us.

I missed this.

“Good morning, Princess.” Sleepy Max slurring his words was the cutest. He kissed my neck.

God, I love him so fucking much.

“I think it’s past noon, actually.”

“Same difference. I love waking up with you, whenever that is.”

Another kiss landed on my neck, open-mouthed and licking. The hand under my head slipped around my chest, pulling me back into his body.

“Tell me if you want me to leave you alone,” he murmured before sucking a bruise into my shoulder. Just out of sight.

“I’m always raven-ous when you are around,” he murmured, nipping my skin for good measure.

“How long have you been waiting for this pun to hit?” I giggled.

Max gripped my dick, squeezing me. He freed me from my boxers, dragging them down my legs with my help.

“You love my bad puns, don’t you, Princess?”

He nudged me to lie on my front and used his shadowy limb to grab the lube from his bag.

“Handy,” I groaned, spreading my legs. “I love everything about you, Raven.” He sank two slick, elegant fingers inside me, only stretching me for a few moments before he replaced them with his dick.

I breathed through the stretch, just a moment of discomfort before he hit my spot. And those bumps. They felt so good.

“Raven,” I drawled, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“God, you are so beautiful, Princess.” He watched himself fucking me with his forehead against my shoulder.

Grunting and groaning, we moved together and drove each other over the edge. I drenched the sheets under me when I felt him breed my hole, filling me up to the brim with his hot cum.

“Holy shit, baby,” I sighed when he sank down on my back, pressing me into the mattress. “Thank you.”

Max chuckled, moving his softening length in me.

“Don’t thank me for that, Princess. I was trying my best to hold out a bit longer, but you’re so fucking hot.” He shook his head and pressed a soft kiss on my nape. “Thank you for bringing me with you. Feels like a dream.”

“It was a bit selfish of me, Raven. I can’t wait to show you everything and have you all to myself for ten days.”