Page 35 of Merry Little Christmas
Cole lowered my underwear again and I shivered, my burning, bare ass exposed to the cold—but I knew it wouldn’t stay that way.
The blows stung so much more on my already tender skin. It didn’t take much for my eyes to well up again but damn it, I endured it.
By the time I shouted “ten,” Cole was hard again. Impatient, I ripped the gusset of my underwear and tossed the vibrator aside. Cole spat out a curse, snarling as I lowered myself onto him. Seeing as I was so wet that it looked like I’d pissed myself, he slid in easily. Cole groaned from the swift change in pressure and I took in a deep, shaky breath, fully seated. With his hand in mine, I guided him to my spot. Chuckling, he happily granted me the friction I wanted—but I was no fool.
“Can I come now, Daddy?” I asked, peering at him through heavy-lidded eyes. My hips bucked, desperate to move.
“Yes,” he answered, pressing down with his fingertips. “You’ve earned it. Make yourself come for me, baby.”
Say less.
I lifted onto my knees and slammed myself onto his cock. Our cries mingled in the air between us, breath fogging up the windows even further. Inside my binder, my tender, peaked nipples brushed against the fabric. As if he knew, Cole’s gaze dropped to my chest.
Fuck it.
I sloppily shrugged out of my clothes, yanking my binder up and feeding my nipple into Cole’s mouth. Humming, he latched on, hot, wet tongue flicking over the sensitive nub. My already raw throat hurt from screaming. He shoved the rest of my binder away, switching sides. His fingers tweaked one wet nipple while his tongue worked the other.
All at once, my orgasm crashed into me. My vision whited out.Pleasure rocked my body, and I collapsed in Cole’s arms. It seemed to go on forever, spurting over Cole’s hand, his cock—fucking everything. Blood rushed in my ears, and I held on with my arms around Cole’s neck while he chased his own climax. I couldn’t even squirm out of his grip when oversensitivity took over, instead letting another wave build.
Cole sank his teeth into my nipple, growling through his release and the hot rush of come combined with the sharp sting of pain pulled me over the edge again with him. He was whispering, but it wasn’t until my head cleared that I could make out the words.
“… you did so well for me, sweet Peyton. You did such a good job.”
God, I’d give anything to hear no one but Cole say my name for the rest of my life.
Our clothes were a lost cause, but a pack of baby wipes materialized, presumably from the same place as the water bottle, and Cole haphazardly wiped us up.
There was no way I was wrestling myself back into my jeans in the confines of the truck and frankly, I just didn’t want to. Throwing myself—and my ruined underwear—back in my seat, I let the stinging in my ass distract me from the now unpleasant cold and wet. Cole kept a possessive hand on my thigh as we drove back to the house, thumb stroking my skin. Had the drive been any longer, I probably would have fallen asleep.
Despite my protests, he helped me out of the truck and carried me inside. He only placed me back on my feet when we were in the main bathroom. As he leaned over to turn on the water in the shower, I noticed justhowdrenched his jeans were. My cheeks flushed, but Cole was quick to kiss the shame off my face. “Don’t,” he commanded like he could read my mind. Hell after all this time, he probably could.
With gentle hands, he stripped me down. When he reached forthe band of my binder, some distant part of my brain wanted to stop him. I shoved it away. I trusted this man with my life.
Once the fabric was gone, his thumb brushed my sore nipple. Sore in the best way possible. “Was I too rough?” Cole asked.
I tugged at his sweater until he got the hint and let me remove it. Jeans next, which he’d left undone, then his underwear. I didn’t respond until Cole stood naked in front of me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “No. You were perfect.”
Smiling, he helped me into the shower where he cleansed me from head to toe. He held me in his arms beneath the hot spray, peppering kisses over my neck and shoulders. He eased up on my ass, using his hands instead of a cloth. I’d be red and sore for days to come, but I couldn’t stress enough how much I didn’t care. Every time I sat down, I’d be reminded of who Cole was to me.
After we dried off, I laid in bed while he rubbed cool gel on my sore ass cheeks. When I hummed in pleasure, he continued the massage up my back. “Feel good?”
“Mm-hmm.” I wasn’t sure what was to blame for the next words out of my mouth. There was a very good chance that I was still come-drunk or vodka-drunk, but they slipped before I could stop them. I had to see it through, didn’t I? “What are you doing on Monday?”
“Monday?” Cole laughed. “What happens on Monday?”
“Courthouse opens.”
“What do you need at the courthouse?” Cole rose from the bed to stow away the gel, absolutely clueless.
“You—and a witness. I’m sure Jesse would do it if we asked.” I rolled onto my side, to see him.
“A witness for what?”
I only arched a brow, watching as the cogs turned in Cole’s mind. When it clicked, I was proud to see that his knees nearly buckled before he collected himself. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I nodded, crawling on my knees to the edge of the bed andwinding my arms around Cole’s neck. “I know it’s wild, and quick, but?—”
“Let’s do it.”
