Page 32 of Merry Little Christmas
It was too late.
I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood. I crashed hard into my release, clear liquid pouring over my fingers. So much for not making a mess…
My heartbeat thundered in my ears. Blood rushed to my cheeks, setting my face on fire. I allowed myself a brief moment to catch my breath—I’d already been in the bathroom way too long—and began to clean myself up. I washed my hands twice, and that was when there was a knock at the door.
“Just a minute!” I called, cheeks aflame. I glanced into the mirror. My entire face was flushed a deep red. Would someone know?
“Open the door, Peyton,” came Cole’s low, rumbling voice.
Swallowing hard, I unlocked the door. Cole slipped inside and shut it behind him, flipping the lock back into place. Before he could say a word, I fell to my knees and turned my gaze to my lap. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Chapter Twenty
Cole
I hadn’t commandedPeyton to their knees, but they were so subservient that it was second nature.Damn, they looked good there. The moment they knew they’d messed up, their knees kissed the tile and they bowed their head. They squirmed, no doubt sensitive. The vibrator was likely overstimulating them.
It was hot as fuck.
When they’d been gone from the table a second too long, I knew exactly what they were doing. I’d texted them, but their lack of a response only confirmed my suspicions. Once someone commented that they’d been gone a while, I excused myself to “check on them.” Their earlier car sickness had been an easy enough reason.
What I wasn’t going to give up, however, was a chance to look into those beautiful eyes. I hooked a finger under their chin, tipping their gaze to mine. They’d fixed their makeup after I’d wiped it off earlier, and the sparkling emerald eyeliner made the brown pop. They trembled in my grip, but it wasn’t fear behind those gleaming brown orbs—it was excitement. “Get up here, little one.”
Pulling a surprised sound out of them, I hauled them to theirfeet and into my arms. My hands kneaded the globes of their ass, lips crashing down on theirs. I ground them against my cock, letting them know how keyed up their little stunt had gotten me.
“Can we leave?” they whimpered. “Please.”
I chuckled, making sure they felt my chest rumbling against them. “Oh, not yet, baby. You didn’t finish your dinner.”
Despite their protests, I led them back to the table, hamming up the attention as if theyhadbeen sick. I whisked their boozy drink away, replacing it with a bottle of water.
Mama Mckauley—Jocelynn—leaned across to their child. “Are you alright?”
“Fine,” Peyton responded, distracting themself by picking up their fork. Ducking my hand under the table, I pressed the vibrator to life. Impressively, Peyton hardly budged. If I hadn’t been so in tune to them, I wouldn’t have noticed the subtle tense of their thighs. Testing them, I upped the intensity slightly.
No one noticed a thing—except maybe Jesse, who smiled to himself.
Jocelynn continued. “I always thought you’d grow out of getting carsick.”
“So did I.” Peyton choked out a nervous laugh, shooting a glare in my direction.
All it took was an arch of my brow, and they returned their attention to their food.
Throughout the rest of dinner, I kept a hand on Peyton’s leg beneath the table, though I showed them some mercy and didn’t turn on the vibrator again. When everyone suggested moving to the living room to watch a movie, Peyton saw our chance to escape and didn’t give me chance to torture them any longer—not even when they were offeredThe Polar Express.
“I’m not feeling very well,” they said, leaning against my shoulder. Damn it, they knew how to get what they wanted. “I’m sorry.”
Jesse snickered. He was definitelyonto us.
Peyton started squirming the second they sat down in their seat, and I pretended not to notice. “Daddy…”
“Hm?”
Peyton no longer possessed the strength to hold themself back, and went to work on their belts. “Please,” they huffed.
“Please what?”
“Don’t play stupid, Cole.”
