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“Water,” I croaked, but my mouth turned up into a smile. He was going to spoil me rotten, and I looked forward to receiving it.

“Yes, prancer. I’ll get you a bottle,” he said, chuckling. “Is anything else bothering you?”

“Nothing else, Daddy. Thank you for reminding me of how special I am.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

I threw my arms around Dalton, and he pulled me closer. “Can we stay like this for a little while?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Anything you want.”

I loved how Dalton seemed to take everything in stride. I understood his job placed him in life or death scenarios, just like mine, and he could compartmentalize things like I did. There was nothing to worry about. Spending time with him and Grant for the holiday would make everything better.

Chapter 12

Christmas

Kendall

Waking up on Christmas morning always held magic for me, but being sandwiched between Grant and Dalton brought another helping of it. I laid there listening to the sound of them breathing, trying to fall back asleep, but I was too excited. A few weeks ago, I’d been ready to forget the holidays altogether. Starting a relationship with two men who were willing to pick me up at my worst brought a sense of renewal into my life. I could conquer anything with the two of them by my sides. We could make our relationship work forever if we wanted it.

Tossing and turning for a while longer, I finally shook their shoulders, eager to get on with the day.

“Daddies! Wake up!” Grant pulled me closer to him and shushed me. “But it’s Christmas!” I trailed a line of kisses along his arm. “We can’t spend all day in bed.”

“It’s six in the morning,” Dalton grumbled over my shoulder.

“We have the rest of the year to sleep in,” I protested. “Let’s go see if Santa left you anything.”

“Silly little prancer.” Dalton propped up on an elbow and kissed my cheek. “Give me a moment, darling. I’ll make us coffee.”

“I have a better plan than just coffee.” Grant kissed my neck. “There’s plenty of room here for other things.”

“Not on Christmas!” I protested, but Grant’s kisses were turning me on. “Well, maybe on Christmas.” My resolve slipped away as he licked down my neck and lifted my holiday cami over my head so he could have access to my breasts. Grant took the right one in his hand, flicking his tongue across my pebbled nipple. “You’re getting me all hot, Sir.”

“It was my plan, darling.” Grant shifted our bodies so he was straddling me. Dancing my cute pajama bottoms down to my feet and off, he returned to my hips, rubbing them lightly. His hand skimmed across the silky fabric of my panties, teasing as he tapped along my mound and further, igniting dozens of nerves.

“Ugh! You’re right there,” I protested, slapping my hands on either side of my body, frustrated by his refusal to give me what I wanted, when I wanted it.

“Do you need something to fill your mouth, prancer?” Dalton grazed my cheek with his finger and his tone suggested something naughty.

“Why yes, Daddy. I’d love a cinnamon roll right about now.” I giggled, but his blue eyes darkened and I choked on my laughter. “Unless you can think of something better,” I offered sweetly.

He pinched my chin in between his pointer and middle fingers, tilting it upward.Damn. He was so freaking hot at this distance. It should be a sin to look that good upon waking up.

Grant mouthed the fabric over my tiny pleasure nub, distracting me. “What do you think, Sir? Should I grant our girl a release or make her beg for it?”

“It’s going to be hard for her to beg while she’s sucking on my cock,” Dalton replied. “But I’m okay with either option.”

I was so done for, but in the best way possible. I loved hearing the two of them discuss their plans.

“I’ll behave today,” I promised. “I’ll be extra good.”

“Mmhm.” Dalton kissed me possessively while Grant continued stroking my clit through my panties. I wanted to feel either his mouth against my skin or his fingers, but it was hard to focus with Dalton kissing me like I was the air he needed to breathe. He broke away first and released my chin.

“Dalton said we both made the nice list this year, sweet girl.” Grant removed my panties as he spoke. “You’ve already succeeded.”

“I’ll still be good so I can get on it next year.” If I was thinking about long term, then there was no reason to believe that I’d end our relationship in haste, not that either of them would allow it. I scooted slightly on the bed angling my hips hoping to entice Grant enough to hurry. Instead, he slapped his palm against my mound, catching my pussy lips with his fingers. “Oh!”

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