Page 108 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”
I’m so close and I can tell he knows it by the way he keeps the rhythm perfect, his gaze locked on mine.
When it hits, my back arches as he holds my hips down against the counter, his thrusts never letting up until I’m shaking.
He follows a heartbeat later with a low groan, hips pressing tight to mine before he finally spills inside me and stills.
Reece eases out of me slowly, giving me one last teasing brush of his fingers that has my hips twitching in protest.
He smirks at my reaction then grabs a stack of napkins from the other counter to clean me up.
“Guess I’m definitely getting my money’s worth,” he teases.
I laugh breathlessly. “Guess so.”
His phone buzzes inside his pocket, breaking the spell of the moment.
Reece glances down before fishing it out into the open, brow furrowing when he sees the name.
“Jack?” he mutters, more to himself than to me.
Sitting up, I watch him hesitate for a heartbeat, eyes glancing in my direction, before he swipes to answer. “Hey, what’s up?”
Jack’s voice is just a low, muffled rumble from where I’m sitting, but the shift in Reece’s face is instant.
That relaxed ease drains out of him immediately, replaced by something else more serious.
“No, I haven’t heard from him. Why, what happened?” There’s a pause, his jaw flexing as he listens. “Right, got it. I’ll check on him and let you know.”
He ends the call and runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face with a deep sigh.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Guess Liam’s gone dark. Jack says they got into a fight and now he’s ignoring his calls and texts. Wanted to know if I’d heard from him at all.” He grabs my jacket from the counter and hands it to me, helping me hop down from the counter.
That doesn’t sound good. “What kind of fight?”
His fingers automatically lift to secure my jacket in place, deft fingers slipping the buttons through the holes expertly. “Didn’t say. I’m gonna swing by his place to make sure he’s alright. Sorry for cutting the evening short.”
The apology barely registers before I’m blurting, “I’ll come with you. I want to help.”
It’s not even a thought, it’s instinct.
Not only do I not want him going there alone, if there’s something wrong with Liam, I want to help too. I’m not just seeing Reece in this arrangement.
Reece pauses, surprised.
He watches me for a moment, then his expression softens.
“You’re sweet, you know that?” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles lightly along my jaw.
I smile, leaning into the gesture. “Lead the way.”
Liam’s apartment is on the twelfth floor of a sleek high-rise.
The outside is all glass paneling and smooth steel.
The lobby is immaculate, marbled floors with silver flecks in them, large potted plants scattered around the seating area, and a large security desk at the front with three men sitting behind it.
