Page 9 of Gifted To His Dad

The back door opens, Cole coming in first, making his way right to me. “Morning, Eve.” He hugs me tight, and his sweat gets all over me.

“Gross.” I push back, even though there’s nothing about his musky scent that has me wanting to pull away. The problem is if I keep touching him, I won’t be able to stop.

Cole kisses my forehead, then lets me go and takes the bottle of water Griffin holds out for him, draining it in a few big gulps.

“I’m going to shower. We have somewhere special to bring you today.”

Curiosity pulls at me. “Can’t you tell me now?”

“Nope. It’s a surprise.” He chuckles low in his throat. “Get your stuff. We won’t be long.”

I take my time finishing my coffee while looking for my things. Unable to clear my mind of Cole and Griffin shirtless and chopping wood, I walk on autopilot to the bedroom. I thought I had my mittens in my purse, but I must have packed them in my luggage. I open the door, planning on sneaking in and out, but I freeze.

Griffin’s standing in the middle of the room with nothing on besides a white towel covering his face as he dries his hair. Alarm bells ring in my head, telling me to run, but I can’t pull myself away. Thick muscles ripple as his arms move, his abs flexing where they turn in a V leading to his massive cock. He’s thick and long, with defined veins running up his length. My heart’s racing in my chest, a heavy lust rushing through my stomach, heading straight to my core. It practically begs me to touch it, to apply the friction my clit desperately needs. I squeeze my legs together as the desire grows more intense.

“I think you’re in the wrong room, Baby Girl.” He’s staring at me with dark eyes, not looking away.

Reality slams into me. Holy shit.

“I’m sorry,” I squeak and rush out of the room, barely escaping what could have easily become my undoing.

I shut the bedroom door behind me, leaning against the wall as I struggle to catch my breath. My clit’s still pulsing with the need to be touched.

Cole steps out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. He approaches, stealing the space in front of me until the rivulets of water dampen my shirt. His thumb runs along my cheek before he places a gentle kiss to my lips.

“You okay? You look a little flushed.”

The lust I felt a minute ago is replaced with guilt. How could I do this to him? He’s been so perfect this entire time, and I’m being an idiot.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

He slides his thumb along my bottom lip, causing my heart to skip. “There’s nothing to be sorry about so long as you’re fine.”

Why does it sound like he knows exactly what happened? Like he’d be okay with it. It can’t be. There’s no boyfriend who would be okay with what I just did.

I should tell him.

I should beg him for his forgiveness, but I can’t.

I’m too selfish, and I don’t want to lose him.

I drop my head to his chest and breathe him in, taking comfort in the way he wraps his arms around me. I just won’t do anything like that again.

I lift my head, tilting it back. “I forgot my mittens here.”

He gently knocks me under my chin, then rubs my hands between his. “Can’t have you missing those.”

I give him a weak smile, unable to meet his gaze. There’s barely enough room for me to squeeze out around him, and I grab my mittens as quickly as I can before rushing from the room. Why does it feel like I’m always escaping today?

Chapter 6

Eve

Cole handsme a travel coffee mug as I climb into the back of Griffin’s Range Rover. He explained that they had a surprise for me but won’t tell me what. The only thing I know for sure is I had to dress warmly. So, decked out in my winter coat, mittens, and boots, I watch out the window as the SUV winds through twisty mountain roads. It looks different from how it did on the way here, the light reflecting off the snowcapped trees making everything appear like it’s been pulled out of a painting.

Within minutes, we’re pulling up to a wood building with a green metal roof. The parking lot is full of idling trucks, exhaust steaming from their tailpipes. A family of five jumps out of the vehicle beside us, the kids grinning as their mom helps them with their gloves. Their excitement is almost palpable through the glass.

“Do you know what we’re doing yet?” Griffin asks from where he’s turned in the driver’s seat to look back at me. Cole is beside him, giving me a warm smile.

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