Page 97 of Stutter

“Don’tfuck her?”

“Nope.” He replies, popping the P.

“That’s crazy,” I reply, looking out at the snow falling in fat, beautiful flakes, but I do what they say, touch her everywhere because I love all of her, lazily circling the hardening nipple with my thumb, and soon enough, I’m hard again, and happy because she feels me filling her up in her sleep and I hope I’m giving her nothing but good dreams.

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We reach my family’s cabin before seven, Raven still sleeping on Damon’s dick, Maverick driving, and me in the back passenger seat, fuming because Damon kept her all night. (Three hours but still.)

Maverick whistles lowly when we arrive, looking up at the cabin. “This isnota cabin,” he murmurs.

Technically, he’s right. It’s a lodge. Big enough for twenty people. Okay, it’s like a mini mansion. But it’s made out of huge logs and has that rustic vibe with enormous pine trees all around. There are huge windows so you can watch the wildlife and overall, it’s one of my favorite places to be. My parents usually rent it out during the holidays but I’m glad they didn’t this year. Damon withdraws from Raven and wakes her up with kisses.

My mood sours until she opens her pretty eyes and reaches over to kiss me good morning. Her hair is a mess, but she looks like she slept well. Damon reaches behind us to her small purple bag in the back and pulls it forward, opening the knapsack, and starts pulling out clothes for her.

“Here, Little Bird. Let’s get you comfortable and warm, okay? It’s colder here than at home and I don’t need you getting sick.”

“Okay,” she hums happily but not before nestling into his neck again and it makes Damon so happy, he can’t help but smile.

She lets me unclip the crystals in the halter part of her dress and she slips out of it, completely nude and I look over at Damon. “Did you pack me one of those?”

“Blue bag. Grab Mav’s. It’s the green one. Mine’s the red.”

I lean over, pulling all the bags forward and handing them out. I open it, happy to find my thermals, sweats, the beanie Raven got me, and thick wool socks.

“Your boots are in the back, too.”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

“Your throat, my punch, Jonas.”

“Geez, fucking hostile even when you slept with your dick inside of Raven for six hours,” I mutter under my breath.

I feel a thumb and a finger under my chin as Damon gets me to look at him, gunmetal eyes smokey. “When and if you ever call me Daddy, it’s because my dick has been so far down your throat, and I’ve fucked you every which way to Sunday you can’t remember my name, much lessyours.” He growls, letting go of my chin to focus back on dressing our girl.

Holy fuck.

I gulp, my heart stammering in my chest, blood flowing a little too quick down to my dick and back up. What the fuck? “So only Raven can call you daddy.”

She smiles at me and then turns to him. “Daddy.”

“Yes, Little Bird?” He smirks.

She coos at him while rolling her socks on and he slips her a kiss before getting dressed himself.

It only takes us another fifteen minutes before we’re outside of Raven’s Audi, walking up the shoveled driveway and knocking on the front door beneath the silver and gold wreath.

It takes a few minutes, but Mom opens the door in her cashmere robe and jammies, to welcome us inside, uncaring that we probably look like hell.

“Oh, Merry Christmas Eve! Come in! Lorenzo is already making breakfast!” Hugging Raven first, of course, then me, forgetting societal norms of shaking hands upon introductions she hugs Maverick and Damon as well. The entire house smells like gingerbread, vanilla and… it smells like Christmas. There’s a large, decorated pine tree from the skirt to the tip in silver and gold, the ornaments reflecting the bright lights like disco balls. It’s lavish and divine and I already know every room will have a tree just like it.

“Mom this is-“

“Oh, I know, I met them last night. How was the drive, Maverick, dear?”

He looks a little confused, but he sniffs, pushing his glasses up his red nose and then smiles down at my mom. “It was fine. Hardly any traffic.”

“Oh, good. I hope you’re hungry. Damon?”

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