Page 25 of A Little Christmas Jericho
When it was finally over, the world seemed to go still. The only sound was our breathing. Heavy, uneven, and somehow perfectly in sync. Colter's body stayed pressed against mine, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating against my chest.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Then he shifted, just enough to grab the tissues conveniently placed on the night stand. He made quick work of cleaning us up before pulling the blanket up around us as he settled right next to me, cocooning me in warmth. "You good, baby boy?" he murmured, voice rough and low.
I nodded against him, too boneless after two consecutive orgasms to move. "Perfect," I whispered.
He smiled into my hair, his lips brushing the top of my head. "Good."
I looked up at him. "Thank you, Daddy," I whispered before settling in for the night. "Night."
"Night," he returned before tightening his arms around me.
It didn't take me long to fall asleep. It took me even less time to realise I was falling in love with this man.
Chapter 15
The house felt too quiet for a place with five living creatures inhabiting it. Which was saying something, considering Murphy snored like a dying lawn mower and Daisy paced up and down the halls, her nails clacking on the floors as she moved from room to room.
Or maybe it felt quiet because my head was just so damnloud.
It had been three days since my date with Colter. Three days since Colter's hands, mouth, and cock were all over me. I swear I could still smell him in the air around me which was just damn stupid and impossible. I was turning into a rom-com idiot, mooning over his love interest.
But I couldn't really find it in me to be too mad at it because I really, really liked him.
My face was split with a huge grin the entire time, as I fed my pets, cleaned up a crime scene of scattered kibble, and tried to focus on work. My cheeks would probably end up hurt and achy at the end of the day but it would be worth it.
Colter was worth just about anything.
My phone buzzed and I eagerly reached for it, hoping it was Doctor Daddy calling.
Alas. No.
Unknown number.
I hesitated, thumb hovering over the accept button. It was probably spam. But just now it was something important, so I swiped to answer.
"Hello?" I called out.
Nothing. Just a faint rush of static.
I cleared my throat and tried again. "...hello?"
Still nothing. Then, there was a soft click, and the line went dead.
I frowned at the screen. That was weird. Maybe the scammer decided not to try his luck with me after all. Or a trainee telemarketer who lost his courage to try his first sales pitch.
I shrugged it off and continued with my work, trying to forget about the incident.
But by lunch I'd had two more creepy calls.
Both were the same. A couple of seconds of silence and that weird static, like someone breathing too close to the mic.
By the fourth one, my nerves had started to fray. My poor anxious Daisy quickly picked up on my mood and stayed close by for the rest of the afternoon, alternating between keeping her head on my lap, or lying right on my feet.
I helped soothe my own fears by rubbing between her ears or giving Murphy a cuddle whenever he came close enough to my work-from-home set up.
When the next call came in, something inside me snapped. I snatched up the phone before the first ring even finished and barked, "Listen, asshole, I don't care who the fuck you are, quit calling me or I'll report you!"
