Page 13 of Big Daddy Christmas
But the truth was… there were so many other things he wanted to learn about. Like dinosaurs. He’d become fascinated with them ever since learning they’d actually existed and weren’t part of some grand conspiracy planted in the ground by ‘heretics’ determined to lead people astray.
Whenever he went down that road, though, he started to feel guilty. Like he should want to do something different, something that helped people. Wanting a career that was just for him seemed wrong. Which was why he dodged the question as much as he was able whenever it came up in conversation. He couldn’t stand the thought of seeing the inevitable disappointment in his women’s eyes when they realized how selfish he really was.
He was doing his best not to drown in his own self-pity when his phone buzzed. Pulling it from his pocket, he grinned at the sight of Ivy’s name on the display. Being able to reach the people he loved at the touch of a button was just one of about a billion things he enjoyed about living in the ‘real world’.
The picture that popped up on his screen when he tapped the message was another. Ivy, stripped down to nothing but the lace covering her breasts, and grinning up at the camera.
Tilting the phone more toward him so Braden couldn’t glance over and see what was one his screen, he swiped to the next image. Ivy, facing the mirror, her mouth tilted up in a smirk.
And lastly, Ivy, perched on the edge of the sink, her fingers spreading her pussy open so he could see every glorious inch of her glistening lips.
“You okay over there, Jacob?”
Jerking his head up at Holden’s question, he glanced from one man to the next, praying his face wasn’t nearly as red as it felt. “I’m fine.”
But the words came out as a high-pitched squeak and all his friends exchanged knowing grins.
“Ivy or Cordelia?” Ice asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a way that managed to be both lewd and comical at the same time.
“Neither. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Beckett chuckled. “Well if you need some privacy to look at whatever they definitely didn’t send you to put that look on your face, there’s a bathroom upstairs you’re free to use.”
Over the past few months, he’d come to think of these men as his family. Brothers, or at times more like uncles, especially when they got bossy with him the way they had tonight.
But no matter how close they all were, there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to confess that he didn’t need privacy because his Daddy had locked his cock in a cage. A cage that was currently feeling very, very tight.
Nope. Not telling them any of that.
Pushing up off the couch, he headed for the kitchen. “Need a drink,” he managed to mumble as he hurried away, leaving them laughing behind him.
In the kitchen, he yanked open Beckett’s fridge and grabbed one of ‘his’ drinks from the top shelf. Pressing the cold bottle to his inflamed face, he leaned back against the countertop.
Once his heart stopped trying to beat its way out of his chest, he opened his phone again.
Man, Ivy was beautiful. She always was, but when she got that mischievous look in her eyes it made him want to follow her straight into whatever kind of trouble she was cooking up. Which he usually did, much to their Daddy’s consternation. He almost wished he could have seen the look on Cordelia’s face when those pictures came through.
Wanting to give himself a bit more time to settle, he twisted the cap off his drink and took a slow pull from it while he switched between Ivy’s pictures. As he was staring at the third one, where she was on full display, another text came through.
* * *
Cordelia
Excuse yourself to the bathroom, turn the volume down on your phone, and watch both of these videos to the very end. I’ll know if you don’t, and you don’t want to disappoint Daddy.
* * *
The aforementioned videos came through a few seconds later and he didn’t even hesitate. Setting his drink on the counter, he ducked around the corner to the half bathroom. With his heart once again thundering in his chest, his fingers trembling, he locked the door behind him.
And hit play.
Chapter 7
Cordelia
She was in heaven. With her babygirl whimpering and whining because she’d been denied, knowing they were about to torture their poor boy with their home video, Cordelia was in her element.
Settling back against the pillows, she reached for the button on her slacks. “Set the phone on the nightstand so our boy can watch and then come here, blossom. Time to show Daddy what a good girl you can be.”
