Page 82 of Awakening His Daddy

The front door opens and reveals a pure white winter wonderland. The wind has blown the snow into piles that almost look like sparking waves, and the frosty air smells crisp and clean.

“Wow! It’s amazing out here.” Izzy’s voice is quiet, almost reverent. “It’s a perfect blanket of snow.”

I pull him into my arms and snuggle with him. “It’s gorgeous,” I agree. “Makes the last few days of being stuck not so bad, right?”

“I didn’t mind being stuck with you, and it meant that I got to help you take care of your special Daddy needs.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I grab the ax and take his good hand as we walk toward the trees. I thought about the chainsaw, but he’s had enough trouble with them, and maybe I want to show off by chopping one down.

“Do you enjoy it too?”

“The feedings? I do.” More than I want to admit.

“I liked it when you let me hump your leg.”

“You naughty little thing,” I tease.

“Or when we frotted.”

If the wind wasn’t making my cheeks red already, I’m sure I would be blushing, and I’m no blushing virgin.

“How about when I licked you clean?”

“Oh yes. Very much, but I think I’d like it even better if you sucked me off.”

I think I would like that too, but being able to say I sucked a man off, it feels weird. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

“Come on.” I lead him toward the trees. “Leo and I planted all of these trees. Mostly to help regrow the forest after construction was done, but also, so we could get a Christmas tree every year and not have to drag it all the way up here.”

“Smart, and it’s good to be responsible with nature.”

I nod.

“Alright. You tell me when you find the one.”

Izzy takes his time and inspects five trees carefully before narrowing it down to two.

“This one is fuller, but this one has a better shape.”

“Fuller equals more ornaments,” I add.

“More isn’t always better,” he says.

“True.”

“I think this is the one.”

“You sure?”

He walks around it again and then nods. “Yep, this is it.”

I pick up the ax, and I’m about to swing when stops me.

“Is it wrong that I feel a little sorry for the tree?” He looks more than a little sad about cutting down the tree.

I put the ax down and take him into my arms. “Of course not, baby. We don’t need to cut it down.”

“But then we won’t have a tree to decorate or put presents under.”

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