You Can Count On Me (Christmas Daddies, #2)

by Fae Quin

It had nothing to do with the fact his daddy had the biggest, roundest, most glorious ass I had ever seen. It was so goddamn perfect a picture of it should’ve been under “world’s most fuckable ass” in the Guinness Book of World Records.

“Pops says violence is never the answer,” Bubba quoted again, but his eyes were full of mischief this time. “But Theodore Roosevelt said ‘speak softly and carry a big stick.’ And he was the president, so…” He shrugged as if that explained everything.

I felt small in an entirely new way. Safe. Comforted. Valued. Like now that he was around, there was a real adult to take care of whatever trouble might befall us. I didn’t have to stand quite so tall, or be quite so perfect.

I had a feeling, wrapped in Trent Montgomery’s capable arms, my demons wouldn’t feel quite so close. I’d find my balance.

“Did you just spill milk all over my kid’s fucking backpack?” Trent’s voice was low, dangerous. Calm as a river just waiting to drown you.

There was so much I needed to figure out, but that was okay. It was all okay. Because Trent was sunshine, laughter, and broad shoulders. And he might be strong enough to carry us both.

I wanted to sing odes to his ass while I worshiped it outside and in.

I’d never had someone look at me the way he did. Like I was something worth worshiping.

He was the kind of person that made a house a home. The kind of person who took his trauma and used it to make the world a more beautiful place. He was as strong as he was needy. Lost as he was found. He made me feel stronger than I’d ever been before.

“I freaking knew it! Triles is real!”

“You don’t need to earn love, baby. That’s the best part about being human. We make mistakes, sure. But we all deserve to be loved.”