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.

I knew now that I shouldn’t have agreed to this. What had I been thinking? I hadn’t even been able to answer him when he’d asked me out in the first place. All I’d done was nod like an idiot and try not to float away, I was so happy. I’d been so excited afterward, like a kid on Christmas, it’d taken hours to fall asleep.

My hert hurts for him

Maybe they’d realize they need me. No one had ever needed me before. A man could dream.

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

Quicker than I could blink, I was halfway to the playground, alarm bells ringing in my head, and anger unlike anything I’d ever felt before burning hot and ashy in my chest. I ate up the distance faster than if I’d been flying, my vision going red-hot with rage. No one touched what was mine and got away with it.

“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.

Romanian deadlifts and Bulgarian split squats.

Omg is Ben a sneaky sneak author?!?

“Because-I-wrote-them,” he blurted quickly.

Yesssss. Is his platonic coparent going to come sweep him away in a glorious second Chance romance next Christmas?!? OR is it going to be Robin!?

“How long are you gonna tell yourself you’re not worthy of the kinda love you want? How long until you’re ready to admit that you’re the one that’s been running, all this time. Not everyone else. How long till you choose to stay, Miles Johnson?”

Life was full of scary experiences. Strength came from enduring them, not avoiding them.