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“Make her come all over your hand, Cole.”

Cole pinches my nipple and curls his fingers inside me, sending pleasure rippling between my thighs. I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me. Cole doesn’t stop until he’s pulled out every last drop.

I’m helpless, unable to move myself, as Cole lifts my pants and pulls my sweater down, covering me. His cock’s rock hard beneath me, but he stops my hands when I go to release him.

I’m still lost in my afterglow when he kisses my temple, then tucks my head under his chin. “This was just for you.”

Griffin pulls back onto the road as if nothing happened, like watching his stepson getting a girl off in the back seat is a regular occurrence. A twisting feeling turns my gut. What if this is normal for them?

I stop myself before I can spiral down that path. Whatever this is, it’s only for the next few days, and then Cole and I will be returning to college. No use dissecting it. Somehow, that thought makes me feel worse than before.

Snow’s falling as we pull up to the cabin, the sky a soft gray. There are already several inches accumulated on the stairs. I grip the railing, taking my time up the slippery wood, when Griffin lifts me in the air and cradles me against his chest.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He raises a brow as if the answer is obvious. “Making sure you’re safe.”

“I’m not a kid. I can walk on my own.”

He shrugs. “I know, but I needed an excuse to touch you.”

Cole comes up behind us and tugs on my hair. “Come on. Let him do what he wants. It makes him feel needed.”

I’m normally the one that feels out of place, so the idea of this big man feeling anything but wanted has my arms wrapping around his neck. “Anything for you, Daddy.”

Griffin groans, and Cole laughs.

“You’re killing me here,” Griffin says, tightening his grip.

Chapter 14

Griffin

I setEve down on the sofa and tuck a blanket around her.

“You don’t have to do this.” I hate the way she sounds so insecure, like she really doesn’t want to inconvenience me. God, if she only knew how much I want her to lean on me. She has no idea how badly I want her to be under my care.

“Trust me. I want to do this…morethan this.”

Her eyes go round, and her pretty pink lips fall open, making it hard to resist kissing her, but I haven’t calmed down from the car yet, and there’s no way I could control myself.

Cole walks in with a large plastic box, breaking the moment. “It’s a bit late, but look what I’ve got!”

I watch Eve as he places the box on the table. Her face lights up and eyes gleam when she spots what’s inside. It’s packed full of every type of Christmas ornament you can think of, and the sheer giddiness on her face makes it worth dragging that tree in here.

She’s digging through the decorations, pulling out her favorites, then pauses. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to pick? This seems like a tradition of yours.”

“It is a tradition. One we’d like you to be a part of.” I clear my throat and look away when she tilts her head, trying to sortout my words. If she wasn’t so down on herself, she’d be able to figure out exactly what I meant.

Eve lifts on her toes, reaching to place the bulb as high as possible, causing her shirt to rise up her back. A band of delicious golden skin that looks good enough to taste has me moving toward her.

I slide my hand across her back, hooking my thumb below her shirt, giving in to the need to touch her. My cock twitches as she shivers, still not soft since watching Cole get her off in the car. It damn near killed me to stay in the front seat and not fuck her right there. The only thing holding me back is we want our first time to mean something, for her to feel as safe and wanted as possible, and that’s not going to happen in the back seat of a Range Rover. Not to say it’ll never happen in the future.

I kiss the top of Eve’s head. “Let me help you with that.”

She goes to hand me the bulb, but I brush away her hand, lifting her in the air and over my shoulders.

“Are you crazy! I’m way too heavy for this,” she squeals.

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