Page 12 of Merry Little Christmas
Without another word, Cole gathered his wet towels and left me alone. Now that I had some privacy, I slipped out of bed and turned on the shower. God, it still smelled like Cole in here. And now I was about to smell the same. Between that idea and the tender care he’d given me last night, desire tightened in my belly. I groaned, squirming on the spot.
I wasnotgetting myself off in Cole’s shower…
Though upon snatching Cole’s body wash, I promptly ignored my own rule. The bottle kicked up a cloud of his scent, and I was done for.
Leaning against the shower wall, I slipped my hand betweenmy legs, bringing the soap to my nose with the other. Knowing that Cole was busy on the other side of the house, I allowed a quiet moan to slip free. Throbbing, I pressed harder with my fingers. The combination of overwhelming sensations brought me to the edge in no time, and I crashed into my release, biting my tongue to stifle any louder noises. The orgasm hit hard, leaving me dizzy. I wobbled on unsteady legs. Hot water sprayed against me, and I watched as it washed the evidence of my crimes down the drain.
Chapter Eight
Cole
I rana hand through my damp hair, the coffee maker gurgling along beside me. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t hoped that Peyton would wake up in Little space, but I was glad they felt better.
In the privacy of the empty kitchen, I let myself daydream a bit. They’d made the cutest Little I’d ever seen. Outside of that, we’d shared a connection that made me crave more of it.
Over the years, I’d wondered if the feelings I had for them were reciprocated and—given what I’d just heard—that thought shoved itself to the forefront of my mind.
I’d doubled back to my bathroom to ask if they wanted coffee, but as I raised a hand to knock, a moan had me freezing in place. My first instinct was to burst through the door to see what was wrong. Only, they did it again. Entranced, I leaned against the wall to listen. The sounds were strangled, as if they fought to keep from making any noise at all. Muffled by the spray of the shower, I had to listen closely, but I still heard when the sounds increased along with their gasps for breath. They were…oh…A choked cry, and a sigh of relief.
Peyton had just orgasmed in my shower, and it had me so hard that I rushed back to the kitchen before I threw the door open and took them right then and there.
I was pulling the milk from the fridge when they walked into the room, wet hair falling into their face. Despite having clothes of their own, they’d stolen a t-shirt and pajamas from my dresser—both of which were falling off of them, but it was still adorable as fuck. “Feel better?” I asked, adding a second mug to the counter.
The blush over their face deepened. “What?”
I arched my brow. “After your shower.”
“Oh… uh, yeah.”
Peyton didn’t address having stolen my clothes but then again, I didn’t expect anything less. They’d always been a brat.
I stayed quiet until we sat at the table with our coffee in hand. Knowing Peyton like the back of my hand, I would probably need to feed them sooner rather than later or else face the wrath once they became hangry but for now, I left them to their caffeine. They’d never been a morning person, after all. “Jesse called while you were in the shower,” I said, and the color over their cheeks deepened. “He asked how you were, but I dodged it.”
Peyton ducked their gaze into their coffee. “We need to talk about last night, don’t we?”
“I think so, but it can wait until after you’ve been fed.”
“Nuh-uh,” they said, shaking their head. “Don’t let me do that, because I’ll just keep putting it off, and you’ll allow it because you can’t tell me no.”
“Aww,” I teased. “Look at you being all grown—hey!” They’d balled up a napkin and thrown it at me.
“Shut up!”
I sobered, regarding them across the table. “Seriously, Peyton. Are you uncomfortable with anything that happened?”
Their answer was instant. “No. Not at all. It was…” They let out a breath. “Perfect. It was everything I needed. And you? I didn’t force your hand in anything, did I?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Good.”
An awkward silence fell between us then and desperate for something to do, we focused on our drinks.
Peyton was the one to break it. “What now?” They dissolved into a fit of laughter that was so contagious I spit out my mouthful of coffee.
“Um…” I wiped my mouth clean with their choice of weaponry for that morning. “If I’m being honest, I don’t know.”
Peyton twirled their mug around in their hands. “I don’t want last night to break us, Cole.”
