She squeals with laughter as I carry her to the bed. “Dix, I was kidding. I know we have to go.”
“Too late.” Kicking the door closed, I hope I have enough time before Paisley comes to investigate.
I love these stretchy pants she wears now. Easy access.
Yanking them down to her knees, I thread her legs over my head. “You know how much I love to have dessert first.”
When my tongue finds its home, circling her hard clit, I’m rewarded with her gasp. I can just see her flushed cheeks over the swell of her abdomen. It makes me so hard, my cock leaks in my jeans.
Soft taps come from the door.
Shit.
“Daddy, I’m hungry.” Paisley’s voice carries through the wood as the handle begins to rattle.
I give Char’s sweet pussy one more lick, then pull myself away to help her dress.
“She’s not the only one. I’ll make sure she gets all the turkey she wants, so I can savor my main course tonight.” Running my hand over my mustache, I wipe the remnants of Char from my chin, then lift her from the mattress.
Paisley manages to open our room and runs towards Char. “I wanna see ‘Phia.”
Char’s fingers run through Paisley’s dark curls. “We’re going, baby girl. Sophia is excited to see you. Libby will be there, too. And Blue, and Wade…”
Paisley grabs her fingers. “Let’s go. Come on, Daddy.” Her chubby hand motions to me until I’m close enough she can reach me.
Guiding us both out of the room, Char grins up at me with a light in her blue eyes that has only intensified as the months go by.
I hope I can always see that shine, her inner glow.
Every day that passes, I love her more.
“Get your coat, Paisley.” Char urges her towards the entry, leaving me free to gather the things from the kitchen that we’re bringing.
After putting the diaper bag in last, we make the short drive through the winter chill to the main house of the ranch.
Winter came early with heavy snows near the end of October. It’s almost like driving through a tunnel where it’s been plowed into berms on either side of the road.
Sawyer is dangling from a long ladder struggling to hang Christmas lights above the porch. “Hey Char, Uncle Dix. I think everyone else is here.” He glances at the extra vehicles filling the parking lot.
“So what are you doing out here?” I ask as I guide Char up the steps.
He laughs. “Did I mention that there’s a bunch of people here?”
Char pauses and looks up at him. “Not a fan of crowds? I’m the same.”
That makes my jaw tick. Is she comfortable doing this?
I’ll keep an eye on her.
“Yea, at least when I’m out here, Dad doesn’t get too grumpy.” He pauses, cocking his hip against the metal frame. “I guess hedoesn’t do that much now.” He tucks the tail end of the light string over a nail then hops down.
“Have you tried Lori’s cornbread? It was just about done. It’s worth fighting everyone.” His teeth flash in a broad grin.
“Sawyer, uppie?” Paisley raises her arms in her thick coat.
“Sure thing.” He lifts her over his head to sit on his shoulders.
“I’m hungry.” She pats on his ballcap making it tumble to the floor.