Page 14 of Wrecked for the Holidays

“Lang—”was as far as Papa got before I fit my mouth against his.

Neither of us could play coy tonight. We opened our mouths and gave full access to the other. Our tongues swirled around each other in an obscene dance that, I hoped, was a hint of what was to come. Papa’s hands slid around to cup my ass, his fingers pressing into my cheeks with delicious pressure. I pulled back to drag oxygen into my lungs, and Papa used the time to nibble my lower lip, then along my jaw and down the column of my neck. My entire body shuddered at the sensations coursing through me. Nerve endings I didn’t know existed were firing impulses that made all the others shoot off too. It was a deliciously torturous ending to the most wonderful of all my days.

“Papa,” I groaned, but his ministrations against my skin only intensified. If this was what sex felt like, sign me the eff up.

“Baby, we have to stop,” Papa said as he pulled away from where he’d been kissing my neck. My strangled whimper elicited a rueful chuckle from him. Ugh, I didn’t want him laughing. I wanted him to make out with me.

“No, we don’t. It’s fine. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. We need a proper discussion so we don’t fuck things up before we even get started.”

“How come you get to cuss?”

“Because I’m a Papa, and you’re not,” he said with a boop to my nose and a smile.

“I’m not sure that’s fair.”

“It’s probably not.” His smile only widened, and he adjusted his position, which just so happened to involve rubbing his hard cock against my bottom. “But I’m okay with it. “

“Seems very convenient to me.”

“Oh, it absolutely is convenient. Boys using naughty words get punished.”

His words created a chain reaction within my body, and the air stopped moving in my lungs. “Punished?” Papa moved again, sending another wave of want through my body.

“Yes, punished, but that is a conversation for another day. You have work in the morning after a very long weekend.”

Papa’s words registered as logical and reasonable, but I wanted to talk more about being with each other. I crossed my arms and thinned my lips.

“I’m not done with this conversation.”

“Neither am I, but I am putting it off for another time.”

“No.”

“Yes, love.”

“I’m staying right here until we talk about it.”

Papa’s smirk differed from before, and his eyes glinted with something I wasn’t quite sure how to describe. “Love, are you sure you want to go down this road?”

“Yes, I want to talk about it now,” I said mulishly, but I did scoot off his lap. His hardening cock beneath my ass had made my brain short-circuit. Somewhere, my sense of self-preservation was screaming at me to eject from the plane headed for a crash and burn. Even my inexperienced self could see the trajectory.

“Just remember, love, you asked for it.”

Oh shit.

Chapter 8

Reed

Iknew exactly what Jakob wanted—proof that I would keep my word. Cursing was hardly the end of the world, but if that was the hill he wanted to climb today, I wouldn’t stop him.

Jakob looked at me suspiciously when I stood and reached out my hand to him. He grasped it with his uninjured one and got up too. “Love, you say red, and everything stops. Understand?”

“Yes, Papa, everything stops if I say red, but I’m not gonna.”

“Oh, going to take your punishment like a good boy, Jakob? Do you understand why you’ve earned a punishment?”

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