Page 2 of Big Daddy Christmas
It was tempting. Really fucking tempting, if she was being honest. They’d already thrown the happy couple their bachelor and bachelorette parties. Tonight was meant to be more low-key, with Silver hosting a small get-together at her house just for the women from the club and Beckett hosting the same for the men at his house.
“Lottie will be disappointed if we don’t show up. And you know a pouty Lottie is everyone’s kryptonite.”
Ivy’s sigh was so full of drama, Cordelia couldn’t help but laugh.
“I know. It’s just, we’ve been so busy with the trial and Christmas and the wedding and everything, it feels like the three of us haven’t gotten as much quality time.”
Guilt tugged at Cordelia’s heart. “How about this? After the wedding, we’ll spend a whole day at home with our boy. We can watch all your favorite Christmas movies and bake cookies and whatever else you want to do. You can plan the whole day.” Not only was it their first Christmas together, all three of them, it was Jacob’s first Christmas ever, and Ivy had been going all out to make it as special as possible. An entire day full of Christmas ‘traditions’ should do the trick.
“Really?” Face lighting with happiness, Ivy threw her arms around Cordelia’s neck, pressing a noisy kiss to her lips. “Thank you, Daddy!”
“You’re welcome, baby.” Holding her girl close, Cordelia took her lips in another kiss, this time holding her there, savoring the sweetness of Ivy’s surrender.
When she finally lifted her head, she grinned at the dazed look in her babygirl’s eyes. “Come on, blossom. Let’s go give our boy his present.”
Jacob
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“Ow, Daddy, that hurts!”
Pausing with his towel wrapped halfway around his waist, Jacob tilted his head to the side, listening intently. Sure enough, the sound of a palm connecting with a bare bottom soon reached his ears and he grinned. Leave it to Ivy to get herself in some kind of trouble right before they were supposed to be heading out. For someone who swore she wasn’t a brat, she really did enjoy pushing their Daddy’s buttons.
Just a few months ago, the mere thought of Ivy getting spanked would have sent him into a full-blown panic. But now it was simply part of their lives together. It was rare for a day to pass without Ivy or himself getting their butts warmed.
That thought spurred him on, prompting him to rush through brushing his teeth and drying his hair. Whatever his women were up to, it wouldn’t last forever, and if he wasn’t ready when they came looking for him it would be his ass on the line. In more ways than one.
Beneath his towel, his cock twitched at the thought of Cordelia or Ivy—or both—punishing him for being late. Normally, he would be willing to test them, since spankings usually led to much more enjoyable activities. But Cordelia had a habit of putting him in chastity whenever he went out with the guys, and the last thing he wanted was to get himself all worked up before she locked him in a cage.
“Alabama, Montgomery. Alaska, Juneau,” he muttered under his breath as he hung up his towel and made his way to his bedroom. Ivy had, for reasons that still escaped him, insisted he learn all the states and their capitals. It was pretty much the most boring thing he’d had to learn so far, definitely way less interesting than dinosaurs. But it came in handy for moments like this, when he wanted to distract himself from… other things.
Standing in the middle of the spare bedroom they’d given him so he could have his own space if and when he needed it, he listened for the sound of Ivy’s spanking coming to an end. When it did, he lowered himself to his knees, his hands resting palms up on his thighs the way they’d taught him.
And waited.
The sound of Cordelia’s heels on the hardwood floor outside his room had him sitting up straighter, his heart hammering against his ribcage. No matter how many times he knelt in this very spot, waiting for his women, it had the exact same effect on him every time.
Excitement. Fear. Wonder.
The pounding grew more frantic when the doorknob turned and the door to his room swung open. It took all his willpower to keep his eyes locked on the floor in front of him instead of looking up at them the way he wanted to.
“Look at our pretty boy, Ivy.” Cordelia’s praise washed over him, a reward for following their instructions to the letter. “Doesn’t he look so sweet, kneeling at our feet?”
“Mmm. He does.” A hand came to rest on his head and it was all he could do not to sigh at Ivy’s touch. “Our pretty baby boy, waiting so patiently for us.”
Cordelia’s feet, encased in black stiletto heels that made his mouth water, came to a stop in front of him. “Eyes on us, baby boy.”
Thank god. Eager to see them, he lifted his head, drinking in the sight of his women.
And had to start mentally reciting the state capitals all over again.
They always looked amazing. But tonight they were… stunning. Ivy, in a flowing dark-green dress that made her look like something out of a fairytale, especially with her dark hair cascading in soft curls over her shoulders.
And as was often the case, Cordelia’s outfit matched Ivy’s. Her suit was a deep gray, but the silky shirt she wore beneath her blazer was the same emerald green as Ivy’s dress. But she wore her hair up, in the high ponytail she often wore that somehow made her look even bolder, even more commanding.
A wicked smile curved her lips, painted a bright red he knew he’d be fantasizing about all night as she gripped his chin, forcing his head back even further. “We have a present for you, baby.”
“A present?” Excitement and fear lit inside him, twin flames burning in his chest. Knowing his women, a present could either be something fun or something meant to keep him on edge all evening.
