Page 14 of Home For Christmas

A small satisfied smile was all I got for my acknowledgment while Daddy went to the dresser to find me undies for the day. I wasn’t at all surprised when he returned with a pair of thick training pants, and the penguins on them made me smile.

“These will keep your jeans dry if you get sidetracked and have a little accident, but you still need to pay attention to your bladder.”

It didn’t matter how improbable an accident was, the words were hot as hell and didn’t help my dick stand down any. Even knowing he was just trying to push my buttons, I was also known to not pay attention to my body’s cues when I knew Daddy was around and start doing a potty dance. It usually made Colt laugh, but it would be embarrassing in the middle of a club. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll pay attention.”

“Good boy.” He helped guide my legs into the training pants, then pulled them up my thighs, making sure to tuck my still-hard erection inside. “Out of sight, out of mind.”

Easy for him to say. But he didn’t mention anything else as he went to the walk-in closet to find clothes for me: loose jeans, a red T-shirt, and a green-on-green plaid flannel shirt. He had me dressed quickly and left me—with a squeeze to my erection—to roll my sleeves up.

It only took Daddy a few minutes to get dressed. It was a shame to see his shirt go over his chest and stomach because I could look at the silver hair that covered him all day and not get tired of it. I knew I hadn’t kept my reaction to myself when his eyebrows drew together in confusion. “What’s wrong, buddy?”

“Just thinking about what a shame it is to have your body covered with clothes.”

“You’re being a naughty boy today. Your brother is going to be here any minute and you’re trying to find ways to keep me undressed.”

“Always.”

“Go to the kitchen and get stuff out for pancakes.”

Erection or not, I wasn’t going to turn down pancakes. “Pancakes!” I cheered, rushing to the kitchen.

It took another twenty-five minutes, but the front door opened just as Daddy was sliding the first of the pancakes and sausage onto my plate. My breakfast was far from grown-up with my pancakes and sausage cut into small pieces on a bright plastic plate with a little fork and a sippy cup of white milk.

“Why is it so cold here?” Ty complained as he shut the door behind him, not even bothering to say hello.

“Don’t wanna know what you’re gonna do when we get to Pleasant in a week,” I shot back. It wasn’t like Oklahoma was necessarily cold in December, but it was often colder than here. Ty had been living in California too long if this was cold to him.

Ty nearly pranced over to where I was sitting. “You look so festive in that outfit. Guessing your Daddy dressed you.”

I couldn’t help the eye roll that escaped. I didn’t have bad fashion sense, so I didn’t understand why it was clear that Daddy had dressed me. “He dresses me more often than not. It’s Christmas-y but not little,” I parroted Daddy’s words from earlier in the morning.

Daddy laughed from across the island. “He does look cute. Take a seat, guys. Breakfast’s ready.”

Declan gave me a hug on his way over to make his plate. “Hey, Dare, how’s it going?”

I didn’t know how it was possible but since Declan had retired a few years earlier, he’d actually put on more muscle. His arms wrapped around my body easily and I could feel his strength. There was a reason he was doing private security, and he was damn good at his job from what I’d seen and heard. Despite looking like he could break Ty like a twig, he always treated him as though Ty was precious and fragile.

“It’s going. How was your flight?”

“Boring,” they responded in unison.

Ty heaped his plate with pancakes and bacon, then hopped up onto the counter. “I can’t believe Jas is getting married. I kinda thought it would never happen. Where are we going?”

“I told you Vortex is having a Christmas party tonight. I think that sounds like a lot of fun.”

Ty’s blond hair bobbed about his head as he nodded. It was just beginning to grow out again after he’d gotten it cut after the twins were born and he’d kept it short since then. A few hard tugs from Mason, and Ty had made an appointment to get it cut. They were two and a half now and past the hair-grabbing stage—usually—so he was growing it out and it was finally long enough to tuck behind his ears.

“I brought this super cute candy-cane-striped tank and a pair of red panties that Dec loves. Oh, and a headband with mistletoe on it.”

Declan growled low behind us and I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me. They were hysterical. Declan was so protective of Ty, a lot like Colt was with me, but without the domination and submission aspect to their relationship. “You are not wearing mistletoe to a gay club. It ain’t happening. The only person kissing you tonight will be me.”

Ty kissed Declan’s cheek. “Okay, okay, no mistletoe. But I still have these super sexy panties…”

“Ty…” Declan warned, but I saw the way he adjusted himself in his seat. He liked the idea of Ty in sexy panties.

I finished my breakfast and headed over to where Daddy was standing, wiggling myself under his arm. He pulled me close and kissed the top of my head. “What are you thinking about so hard?”

“The last time we went to a gay bar with Jasper, he met Greg. It started off a chain of events that brought us closer together, but I can’t seem to shake how awful it was at the same time. Ty and I were both assholes to him for a long time and didn’t even know it. I’m a little afraid to take him out tonight and have it trigger him.”

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