Page 19 of A Little Christmas Jericho
Before I could say anything in response, Murphy barreled into the scene, tail wagging so hard his entire back wagged with it. He shoved his nose right into Colter's free hand, whining excitedly.
"Well, hello there, Murph." Colter crouched immediately. He ruffled Murphy's ears and got an enthusiastic lick up his neck for his trouble. "Are you looking forward to having the house all to yourselves tonight? I hope you're not planning a big house party without your dad at home?"
Murphy's response was to give Colter's face another lick, which the handsome doctor accepted good naturedly.
"Murphy," I groaned, torn between embarrassment and laughter.
Colter looked up from his crouch, eyes glinting. "Jealous of all the kisses I'm getting?"
My response? Well, my mature, very serious response was to stick my tongue out at him.
And that's when Doctor Daddy rose to his feet, and stepped in close enough that I could almost feel him against me. "You know," he said, his tone deceptively calm. "If you want to be sticking that thing out like that I might come up with something better to do with it."
My cock perked up.
But brats had to be bratting. "Promises, promises."
Colter's eyes darkened, his mouth twitching. Before he could decide if he wanted to scold me or kiss me senseless, I grabbed Murphy's collar and pulled him back before picking up my bag so we could get going.
"Shall we get going?" I asked, and Colter chuckled before reaching for the doorknob.
"Yes, little one, I need to get you fed."
At the sweet endearment, my cheeks heated, my heart warmed and the butterflies in my tummy took flight.
"You know, I do like the way your cheeks look all flushed. But I have a feeling I'll like the flush on another pair of cheeks even more. Tell me, Jericho, do you know how to be a naughty boy?"
Oh. My. Gawd.
"Who? Me?" I quickly recovered. "I don't have a naughty bone in my body. Ipromiseyou'll never get a chance to see my ass reddened."
Colter smirked. "Somehow I don't think that's quite as true as you want it to be. In fact, I think deep down, my little boy would like getting his ass paddled by his Daddy."
My knees went weak and my cock went from a semi to an almost instant aching mess.
He claimedIwas trouble? Nuh uh. I wasintrouble. So very much.
By the time my door was locked and we made it to Colter's truck, my pulse still hadn't slowed down. Colter opened the passenger door, helping me in with a hand at the small of my back that lingeredjustlong enough to have my heart racing again.
Once he was behind the wheel, he turned toward me, eyes glinting with mischief. "Doing okay over there, buddy?"
"Yes, Daddy," I said before I could stop myself.
The silence that followed wasthick. His gaze dropped to my mouth, and for a second I was sure we were about to repeat our parking lot performance from last night. Then he exhaled slowly, smiling a slow dangerous smile that made my stomach twist. "Now buckle up, baby."
And with that, he started the engine.
The drive was easy, filled with pockets of laughter as Colter shared about his day and what the animals got up to. Every time Colter's hand brushed mine a small spark zipped up my arm.
I loved that he didn't rush to fill every silence.Andthen he asked about my pets and work, and about what kind of food I liked. I told him I wasn't picky, and he made this amused hum that told me he didn't believe me for a second.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll figure out what makes my boy's stomach happy and how to get his veggies in there. I'm a doctor after all." And he winked.
Winked!
Fuckity, fuckity, fuck, fuck. I was inso muchtrouble.
When we got to Colter's house, he jumped out first, circling around to open my door before I could reach for the handle.
