Page 16 of Merry Little Christmas
My cock hardened so quickly that I grew lightheaded from the rush of blood. I leaned against the frame for support, crossing my arms over my chest. My mouth watered. Perhaps I should have admonished them, but my dick throbbed, making it clear who was in control. “Is that what you’re supposed to be doing?”
Peyton’s eyelids fluttered, and their hips rocked into their palm. “You said I had to be in bed,” they said, breathless. “I’m in bed—oh…”
Christ, I had my hands full, but I could worry about that later.
Right now, their thighs quivered, pace falling uneven. They were close, and I wanted them to crash over the edge withmyname on their lips. “Can you come again for me, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
This person was going to kill me. “Go ahead. Let me watch you fall apart for me.”
Peyton moaned, speeding up the circular motions on their spot. Their skin glistened in the dim lamplight, soaked from their arousal. Shit, I’d never seen someone get so wet before. It turned me the fuck on. Fighting the urge to squirm, stepped into the room, moving to the foot of the bed for a better view. I leaned against the dresser, clenching hard onto the surface to hide how much my own muscles twitched.
The sounds coming from Peyton were filthy and erotic—they wereperfect. They peered down their body at me, and the pink that decorated their cheeks was quickly becoming my favorite color. I clocked the moment it happened, when this became so much more than sex; so much more than me taking care of them. If I was honest, it happened years ago, the moment they looked in my eyes and introduced themself.
Standing there, staring at each other from across my bedroom, Peyton and I shared such an intimate moment thatbothof us crashed over the edge. The force of my orgasm surprised me, and Istruggled to stay standing. Peyton’s legs shook, and they snapped their thighs shut against the pressure.
“Hell no,” I snarled. “Let me see.”
Peyton whined, prying their legs apart and easing the pressure on their fingers—but they hadn’t come yet. They were fighting it, and I wasn’t going to have that. I charged across the bed, shoving two fingers in to the knuckle. Soaked, Peyton took them easily. They quivered around me, dancing on the edge of their release. I flattened my free hand over their lower belly, gently adding pressure to massage that sweet spot buried deep inside them. “Come for me, Peyton.”
A strangled noise, and they clenched around my fingers. “I’m gonna…”
“I know, baby. Come for me.”
With added pressure on their belly, they did. Their walls tensed, and a burst of hot liquid spurted over my hand. “That’s it, baby…” I stroked, and they did it again, snatching their own fingers away, too sensitive to take it anymore. I worked them through the release, thoroughly drenched by the time they were finished. “Good job.”
Once they fully relaxed, I cautiously removed my fingers and fetched another cloth from the bathroom. Exhaustion finally won out, and Peyton was well on their way to sleep by the time I returned. Changing the sheets would just have to wait. Instead, I wiggled a towel under their hips, changed my pants, and climbed into bed next to them. They shuffled over, laying on my chest and winding our legs together. “Do we have to talk about it?”
“Later,” I said, combing through their sweat-drenched hair. “You just rest now.”
Sometime later, I woke up alone. After detouring to the bathroom, I went in search of Peyton. Their clothes were gone, but I knew they couldn’t have gone far. As I walked through the living room, catching sight of them through the French doors leading off the kitchen. They were on the back deck,staring out at the snow-covered ground with a hot drink in their hands. For a moment, I stood there and admired the sight. They fit into my life so perfectly, and I found myself wondering why I’d waited so goddamn long to do something about it.
I glanced at the Christmas Tree beside me, able to pinpoint the exact spot they’d gotten distracted by their favorite movie. I usually decorated that tree myself—then they would come over and rearrange everything. I pretended to be annoyed for the amusement alone. It always looked better when they did it, and it made them happy.
Forcing myself away from the image in front of me, I got dressed and went to join them.
Chapter Eleven
Peyton
I’d wokenup before Cole. Despite my body’s demands for another round, I wanted a few moments to myself. The past twenty-four hours had been so overwhelming, and we still had to address all the feelings swirling around us like bugs at a barbecue.
Cole was… God. He’d even blown myfantasiesout of the water. After pining for him for so long, having him in the most intimate ways was beyond my wildest dreams. And the fact that our needs lined up perfectly? It was almost too good to be true.
I took a sip of my coffee, letting the warmth ground me. I’d found a comfy spot on the deck, leaning against the railing. I’d always loved it out here, no matter the weather, but the sparkling snow covering the yard was something I had yet to appreciate.
Cole had a fully-built back deck, providing a gorgeous view of the sprawling yard and a dry spot to admire it.
But the snow was quickly starting to melt. Tufts of green poked through the blanket of white like the fingers of reality creeping through our winder-induced dreamland. Jesse’s driveway would thaw soon. Either he’d come to us, or we’d have to go tohim. Either way, he would know what happened the second he laid eyes on me.
He’d always teased me about my crush on his best friend. The older we got, the more it became about normal sibling chiding, but Jesse didn’t know the truth: that I’d beendeeplyin love with Cole, and that had only grown with time.
The door opened suddenly, startling me. “Sorry,” Cole said, holding a drink of his own. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay.” My mouth struggled to form the words. My body, however, hadn’t forgotten about what we’d done. I peered over my shoulder at him. Desire tightened my gut, and I squirmed. God, not now. There was a conversation to be had and it wouldn’t happen if I kept thinking about the way Cole roughly shoved his fingers inside me, demanding that I come for him—soaking his bed in the process. He hadn’t evencared.
And now? Shit, he wore my mark proudly. An angry bruise poked beneath the collar of his shirt. My heart thumped a steady rhythm against my ribcage. I gasped when his arm wrapped around me, hand flattening on my stomach. “Is this okay?” he asked.
