Page 60 of Collision of Winters
He shook his head and ate some more. “Not weird at all. I’m craving the same thing. As much as I need the kink component, it’s not more important than the vanilla.”
I felt the same way.
After dinner and a big, delicious dessert, Daddy and I walked outside. I was so, so full, but it didn’t stop me from crackingopen a new Push Pop lollipop. I sucked that sucker like a pro as we trailed down the steps.
Could it really be called a log cabin just because it had that style and materials? It was more like a log mansion.
Other guests were gathering in the courtyard, but considering their cameras were aimed at the night sky, I had a feeling they weren’t waiting for the pups to be released.
Daddy zipped up my coat all the way.
“What’re they looking at?” I wondered, pointing to the small crowd.
He righted my beanie also. “I’m assuming the lights are out.” He squinted up at the sky and nodded a little, then pointed up. “See the white streak there? If you look at it through your phone, I’m sure it’s green.”
Oh! I’d seen the northern lights once in Canada, but they had been visible without gadgets. I’d heard about the weaker events looking more like clouds, though.
I glanced around the courtyard and the buildings that surrounded it. According to that Patrick guy, they had outbuildings for parties, activities, and staff. All in the same style, log cabins of different sizes.
“Where are the puppies, Daddy?” I sucked on my lollipop.
He checked his watch. “Declan and his husband should be here any minute. They said around nine PM.” He grabbed my hand and gestured at a firepit area framed by logs you could sit on. They had a fire going. “Let’s go over there. I think that’s where they’ll be.”
I loved how the snow crunched under our boots. It was a cozy sound, because it was like a prelude to a warm bed, an open fire, and birthday sex with my Daddy. Maybe cocoa afterward too.
“Oh, look.” Daddy went over to the corner of the firepit area and picked up a…what was that? Oh, it was a pelt for sitting on. “This should keep your bottom warm.” He sat down on the logwhile he dropped the pelt on the snowy ground between his feet. “Come here, my little puppy brat.”
I grinned when I realized what he was doing. He knew me well. He knew I’d get on the ground the moment the puppies arrived, and now he could keep me close.
It turned out to be the perfect spot for me! The caribou pelt was soft and warm, and I was caged in by my Daddy, who kept dropping kisses to the top of my head.
I peered up at him and puckered my lips, and he dipped down and kissed me.
Amusement trickled in. “You taste like strawberry.”
I held up my Push Pop. “Wanna taste?”
He shook his head. “I’d rather taste it on you.” He kissed my forehead next. “Maybe I’ll run that lollipop all over your body later. How does that sound?”
“Sticky,” I laughed.
“I’m okay with you being sticky?—”
I gasped the instant I heard yappy little barking noises coming closer. It had to be the puppies!
For whatever reason, Daddy found my reaction funny, and he hugged me to him.
“Sit still, baby,” he laughed quietly.
I couldn’t! I scrambled to my knees, at least. I stared toward the opening between two buildings, and I was rewarded mere seconds later when one, two, three… Holy crap, seven pups! Seven pups came barging toward us, and they were attached to really long leashes. Two men were holding said leashes.
Being smart and stuff, Daddy grabbed my lollipop from me and put on the cap.
Oh my gosh, they were so freaking adorable!
The puppies tumbled over the logs; two struggled, so one of the men had to help them.
The two men clearly knew Daddy, because the three jumped straight into, “Nice to see you again, Wade,” “Long time no see, buddy,” and such things. I simply couldn’t pay attention, because I suddenly had four precious Husky puppies climbing my lap.
