If Only In Our Dreams (Christmas Daddies, #3)

by Fae Quin

Because…while my bubble remained small, today I had learned that it was still large enough to accommodate a tiny, black-clad emo twink. An emo twink that I was going to need to find, so that I could properly apologize. And perhaps…maybe thank for reading my book. Which I still couldn’t believe had really happened. It felt surreal at best.

“You’re not fucking it up,” he disagreed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re just…super fucking awkward dude. But in a cute way. I mean…the photo album was pretty extra, but I super appreciate it.” “I don’t want to be creepy.”

“Yes,” I admitted, because it was true. Men often made comments about my hands when I had my fingers inside them. Not that I thought that was an appropriate thought to share. “Bet they feel real good inside somebody,” Robin mused thoughtfully. I choked. “I’m just saying,” he shrugged. “Bet your cock’s big too.” “Jesus Christ.” I pinched my eyes shut, face bright red.

“A doctor?” Robin grinned. “Big hands, big dick, not afraid of gay sex, would wear nail polish, writes smut, and is a doctor.”

I’d get to see him. A lot, apparently. And I was…embarrassingly excited about that.

In my defense, Ben Montgomery was a total snack. Not that I’d tap that, because I wouldn’t. Family, duh. And I was only here temporarily. I’d be leaving right before Christmas Eve, so there was no reason to shake the foundation that Miles had painstakingly built. But still—I could look at him and think that, couldn’t I? In the privacy of my own head. It wasn’t illegal to want to climb him like a tree.

“He’s talking about the Christmas decorations,” Ben explained, sexy ass mind-reader—because of course, he’d seen exactly what I had. What a babe.