Page 15 of A Little Christmas Jericho
My head bobbed up and down like a bobblehead toy.
"Let's sneak out before my mom finds us and tries to steal you away from me."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the front door, taking me directly to a big truck, quickly installing me in the front passenger seat, and buckling me in. The entire way there, I still hadn't managed a single word, and that didn't change, not even when he planted another heavy, wet kiss on me before he climbed into the truck with me.
Chapter 9
The world outside the truck windows was a blur of green and frost. Christmas lights reflected off the glass, blinking faintly through the fogged-up windows. My pulse was still going crazy after the kiss I'd just shared with my Dream Daddy. The lip lock had blown straight past sweet and landed somewhere between spicy and life-altering.
And now here I was, in Doctor Daddy's truck, the cab filled with the low hum of the engine he'd switched on the heat up the inside of the truck.
Colter looked over at me, one hand still gripping the wheel, the other reaching to brush his thumb over my lower lip. "I can still taste you," he murmured, voice low and growly. "Cinnamon and hot chocolate."
I swallowed hard, my cock perking up at the feel of his finger on my mouth. "Well, if you need a refresher, I don't mind helping you out."
His grin spread slowly and deviously. Suddenly he didn't look like much of a sweet Daddy, and more like a naughty Krumpus corrupting the innocent.
The next thing I knew, his hand was in my hair and I was kissing him again.
Or maybe the better way to phrase it would be to sayhewas kissingme. It was hungry and deep, and it took everything in me to stop myself from climbing across the seat and onto his lap so I could feelallof him.
At some point I lost my hat as Colter dug his fingers into my hair so he could tilt my head to the side for better access, and normally I'd fuss over where it landed but all I could think of, all I wanted, wasmore.
I moaned in protest when Colter pulled away from the kiss, and he chuckled, the quiet rumble of the sound vibrating straight through me into my aching dick.
I was pretty sure that if we were to take a detour into my pants, we'd find a nice big old wet patch thanks to Doctor Daddy's mad make out skills.
"Jericho," he breathed, his forehead pressing to mine. "You're undoing me. I've been unable to think of anything but doing that since I've met you."
"I'd worry about your poor patients, but it seems like you've got the multi-tasking thing down alright."
He chuckled at my snark before he pulled me closer again, stealing my breath with another soul-searing lip lock.
The windows fogged up even more as our lips and tongues continued to explore one another. My heart pounded so loud in my ears that I worried Colter might be able to hear it, too, but not enough to stop our make-out session.
But throughout it all, no matter how much my aching cock lamented the fact, everything stayed pretty PG-13. His palm moved to the back of my neck, holding me steady as he plundered my mouth. Alternating between tangling his tongue with mine and nipping at my sensitive, well-used lips.
When we finally broke apart again, the world had gone very quiet. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath and settle my heart. Colter's eyes were dark and warm all at once, as he stared at me with an intensity that threatened to steal the breath I was only just getting back.
"Baby boy," he said, voice rough. "We need to stop now, or I won't be able to."
I nodded, even though my whole body screamed in affront at the thought of not seeing it through to the inevitable conclusion.
His thumb brushed along my cheek, gentle now. "I really want to get you naked and in my bed, but it's too soon."
I smiled, feeling all fuzzy and warm. "I mean, is it, really? If you think about it, then this is like our third date."
His deep laugh filled the cab, and I sat there, just... watching it, and basking in the fact that I made this seriously sexy silver fox laugh like that.
"Oh, buddy, you're going to be trouble, aren't you?" He asked, but instead of waiting for an answer, he leaned closer and gave me a soft, chaste kiss. "Now, where did you park? I'll walk you to your car, then follow you home so I know you got there safely."
I pointed over my shoulder at the car parked right next to his truck. "No need to walk me, I'm right there. And you also don't need to follow me home. It's not far, and the parking lot for the apartment building is well lit."
"Buddy, if I don't follow you home, how on earth will I be able to stalk you properly?"
I snorted, unable to help it. "Stalk me?"
"Stalk you," he repeated with a wide grin, reaching over to put my fedora back on my head. "Any self-respecting Daddy stalks his Little boy so they can get to knoweverythingabout them they need to know."
