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

by Fae Quin

If I watched his ass bounce in those tight-as-hell pants when he hopped up the stairs, that was no one’s business but my own.

Everything about him was cute. Endearing.

I’d been a train stop for a lot of people, but I was self-aware enough to know I wasn’t anyone’s ultimate destination.

:(

These two lost boys had me wrapped around their little fingers and they didn’t even know it.

No one touched what was mine and got away with it. No one.

“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.

MY KID ahhhh

He swore under his breath, an overwhelmed, surprised little sound. He held me tighter, tighter, tighter, and everything else melted away for a single perfect moment as I let him. I let him hold me, and I wasn’t quite so scared anymore.

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.

If I’d been a better man, and a better friend, I wouldn’t have checked out his ass as it jiggled when he walked. But…Jesus had said love thy neighbor, hadn’t he? I was pretty sure he’d never said, “Love thy neighbor apart from his ass.”

im dead hahahaha

Things didn’t seem quite so hard when Rooster was around. Pretty as sin. Eye candy with a smile that could end the world.

Please God, help me so I don’t beg to lick his ass.

lmfaooo

I’d been forced to fill in for them—wasting away on the farm—wishing I was home with my green-eyed babies for most of the week.

"my green eyed babies" ahh he kills me

“You’re going to go to my goddamn house. You’re going to drink your goddamn hot chocolate. You’re going to let me take care of you. And when I deem it goddamn time, I will tell you what you want to know.”

I wasn’t letting either of my boys out of my sight for the foreseeable goddamn future.

Never met someone who made the lonely ache in my chest ease when they were around, my empty places full. My ghosts forgotten. Lost in Trent’s eyes, the world was a beautiful place. I wasn’t scared when he was around.

“I’m terrified because you’re everything. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And for the first time in my life, every action I take is wrong, wrong, wrong. I don’t have sweet words. My silver tongue gets tangled. You make my hands sweaty, and my heart race. I feel like I’m in goddamn grade school when you’re around.”

His hobbies, his hopes, his dreams. His demons. All of them. So I could help fight them when they came to visit. Things I’d never cared to know about anyone else, but burned desperately to learn about Miles.

Miles Johnson fascinated me.

“God, you have the prettiest damn smile I’ve ever seen, you know that?”

“I would literally sell my left kidney to get my dick inside your bouncy ass. How is that even possible?”

dead lmfao

Miles was everything I’d never known I needed. Serious when he needed to be, loyal, protective—and yet…playful, soft, and needy. He was the kind of person that made a house a home.

“How could you ever think you weren’t enough? You’re everything.” You’re everything.

“Let it all out, Miley.” He held me tight. “I can carry it.” And he could.

“C’mon, Pops. Let’s go save Dad.”

crying omg

I had to get home to my green-eyed babies. I had to.