Page 21 of Wrecked for the Holidays

“I don’t really want to.” I chuckled ruefully. “But I’m working on being a responsible person.” Jakob’s only response was to roll his eyes and sigh heavily. “Hey, no sass or those toys are gone.”

“Sorry, Papa.”

Jakob’s words were supposed to sound contrite, but that naughty twinkle in his eye said he was full of shit and not sorry at all. His combination of sass andsweet never failed to brighten every room he was in. His family had no damn idea how much of a treasure they’d let slip through their fingers.

I jumped in the shower long enough to clean off and quickly wash my hair. I kept an eye on Jakob as I did it. He was sneaking looks at my naked body. I was pushing closer and closer to middle age, but I hoped I was holding my own in the okay-enough body category. Most of it could be chalked up to decent genes because I didn’t spend much time in the gym these days. Hell, I hadn’t spent much time there in the last decade. I was vain enough to add in a few poses and muscle flexes. It wasn’t the greatest show, but it was enough to make him whimper and giggle. So yeah, full success.

By the time I was done, most of Jakob’s bubbles were gone. I turned off my water and gave my body a quick once-over with the towel before pulling on a clean pair of sleep pants from the adjacent closet.

“Love, what drawer do you keep your pajamas in? I’ll go grab them.” After getting the instructions, I went to the guest room and grabbed some from the proper drawer. I noticed there were only three sets in the drawer. Since I was being nosy, I double-checked the other drawers. There was the onesie from the day of the accident and a few fun socks. The lack of little clothing had me looking around the rest of the room. I found nothing.

Not a toy.

Not a stuffie.

Not even a poster.

Nothing.

His current room was the same disaster his hotel room had been, where I’d assumed things had been buried in the mess or packed in one of the boxes he’d had stacked in the corner. But here, I’d see something lying around.

The rest of the mess was piled in here, so logically, if there were any little paraphernalia, it would be tossed in here too. Before I convinced myself to go through his closet, I forced myself out of his room and returned to the bathroom. Jakob remained in the bathtub, but it looked like he’d given his hair a quick wash.Dammit.That was a Papa job, and I’d been too busy being nosy to do it.

“Let’s get you out, love.”

Jakob gave me his hand and stepped out of the tub. I made quick work of drying him off when I saw his jaw-popping yawn and did my best to keep my gaze averted from his dick. If I paid too much attention, I doubted my ability to get him tucked into bed. The only underwear I found were the boring boxers.He obediently listened when I told him to raise his leg to step into the pajamas and lift his arms so I could pull them over his head. I reminded him to brush his teeth, but after that, I couldn’t find anything else to stall our retreat to separate bedrooms.

“Well, I guess this is goodnight…”

“Papa, do you think I could sleep in your room tonight?”

Done.

Chapter 11

Jakob

“Jakob, I’m not sleepy. Why don’t I go get the lists from downstairs, and we can share them?”

I gave Reed an eager nod and scooted back so he could leave the bed. Lucky for me, he hadn’t put his shirt back on after his shower, and I happily ogled his retreating back and yummy ass on the way out the door.

Papa was gone for more than ten minutes. I was wondering what he was doing down there when he returned with a tray piled high with snacks. Of course Papa had included nutritious items because he was too healthy for my own good, but he’d also brought a sippy cup of chocolate milk and a few cookies in addition to the apple and white cheddar slices.

“I brought us some snacks because everyone knows bed picnics are the best.” I gave him a quizzical look because where did he think I would’ve experienced that? “Never mind, I should’ve figured you haven’t had one yet,” Papa responded when he saw my look. “I like sharing firsts with you.”

Get the smelling salts. I am swooning.

Papa situated the tray between us on the blue comforter before he handed me his list while keeping mine for himself. As much as I wanted to cuddle, I also knew I’d never be able to concentrate if I was touching him, so I sat cross-legged on my side of the bed.

“Should we read over it first and then talk about it?” I tried to channel as much adulting as I could because I didn’t want Papa to see how much my insides churned at the thought of embarrassing myself. Papa smiledat me so it must have been all right.

“That’s a good idea, love.”

Oh my goodness, he really was a Papa. He liked bath time, bottles, cuddles, and diapers. His list also said he liked to play with his littles. His hard limits were in line with mine. In practical terms, I hadn’t done any of them, but they hadn’t sounded at all interesting to me. I giggled when I saw he’d listed a hard pass at medical stuff.

“Why don’t you like medical stuff?”

“I do medical stuff at work, so to come home and do more of it? No, thank you. And what if I was doing medical stuff and found something? That would be so awkward!” Papa said with an exaggerated shudder.

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