Let Your Hearts Be Light (Christmas Daddies, #1)
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Paxton’s voice grew all growly again and my toes curled inside my winter boots. Jesus. I wondered what he sounded like in bed? All…gruff and…grrrrr. Like a big bear. I bet he had chest hair. Fuck, I loved chest hair. We don’t date, I reminded my dick. We’re just a dad. No dating. Right.
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Oh god, who was I kidding? I would roll over and play dead if Paxton Montgomery told me to.
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Magic-hands Montgomery.
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Maybe he could fix my lack of recent sexual history? Ha!
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I blinked. When I glanced up at him I saw that he was chewing on his own smile. He looked…handsome like that. Softer. Like his ice was melting just a little every day. A glacier that warmed beneath the beams of summer sunlight. I grinned at him, wide and bright, and for the first time in a long time my smile felt real.
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thump, thumped.
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Hang phrase!
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I wanted to fight him. I wanted to— To— Cry. I wanted to cry.
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“No.” Paxton said firmly, at the same moment I felt his massive palm cradle the back of my head. “You’re not sorry.” What? “You’re Baxter.”
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Have a hoppy day!
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my favorite.
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I couldn’t help but remember the way he’d clung to me the night before. He’d been all sleepy limbs and heavy lashes as I’d tucked him into my arms and carried him up the stairs to bed. I could feel the way his cheek rubbed against my chest, the steady warm puff of his breath heating my overworked heart.
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Baxter with his legs sprawled wide, his broad shoulders relaxed, pink lips parted in a sad little whine was just…
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trying not to think about how delicious the way her father’s thighs had looked when they lay parted and vulnerable atop the comforter.
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So sweet. So fucking sweet. Sweet as the things he baked. Sweeter even. His hair was honey, his skin was spun sugar, and I couldn’t help but crave him in a way that was so terrifying I had no idea what to do with it.
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Imagined again and again what it would feel like to slip my way between the sprawl of his thighs and taste the salty, sweet nectar from the tip of his cock.
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my bedroom, trying to scrub the heat from my cheeks with cool water. When that didn’t work I hopped into the shower for a quick rinse, suddenly self-conscious of how sweaty I got while working. When I was clean, I smudged a hand through the fog on the mirror, glared at myself, and then proceeded to moisturize my skin and beard liberally till I smelled like pine trees and felt a little less…like a mess.
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Jesus. It was like the man fucking popped them out like Yoshi eggs.
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Flutter, flutter, flutter.
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Good, weird. Weird still. I could get used to it though.
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If I looked at him again I was sure I would do something stupid, like drag him into my lap, tear his sweater in half, and torture his sweet little nipples till he had something real to cry about.
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My cock perked up and I shifted till the lip of the table would hide it from view. God. What was wrong with me?
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Pick, pick, pick.
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I wondered if his wet lashes felt cold where they brushed his cheeks. I wanted to lick up his tears. Weird. Fucking weird, Paxton.
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Baxter’s eyes got caught on my chest and I flexed it, curious to see his reaction.
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I flexed again. He inhaled sharply. Muscles, huh? Interesting.
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“There’s no parent on this goddamn Earth that knows what they’re doing.”
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God, if Baxter had a tail it’d be wagging. He was practically vibrating out of his skin, bouncing on the balls of his feet, his hands tucked behind his back like he was…hiding something?
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then leaned up against it, blocking the entrance enough that Baxter was forced to press up against me as he passed.
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glaring up at me with the most adorably grumpy little expression I’d ever seen.
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But also simultaneously that despite his large frame, deep down, he was still that same tiny boy I’d carried on my shoulders and taught how to whistle all those years ago. He was my Nathan, no matter what sized package he came in.
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“Stay.” The words rumbled their way out of my throat. I wasn’t sure if Baxter truly understood how serious I was. I glanced at Nathan and he nodded at me eagerly. “Stay, Baxter. We want you to stay.”
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building, building, building
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“If you don’t want this, tell me now,” I growled. It was an escape I hoped he wouldn’t take.
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Baxter didn’t hesitate. He kissed me. His lips tasted like sugar. Sweet as the cookies he baked. Delicious. Addicting. Magical.
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It would be so easy to move him where I wanted him, manipulate him into place with my bulk and get high on the way he surrendered.
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I bet he’d cry. So fucking pretty— So ready for me. Obedient. Sweet. My pretty little sweetheart. God, if I had more time I’d show him everything. Show him the fucking world.
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The fact that I’d made him sound like that was headier than any drug.
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So pretty. So fucking pretty for me.
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Everything I wanted him to be all the time. Fuck. I’d spoil the hell out of him if given the chance. That was of course when a car horn blared outside. I froze, my thumb brushing one of Baxter’s pebbled nipples
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his mouth felt like coming home.
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pliant—obedient. Good little pet.
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He had beard burn all over his neck and looking at it made my cock twitch. I wanted to rub all over him, mark him up. Come on his porcelain belly and rub it in. Fuck. I bet he’d eat that up. Bet he’d let me mark his hole too—fill him up till he twitched and shuddered, unable to keep it all in as it slipped down his creamy thighs.
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It’s aliiiiiiiive, I inwardly cackled.
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tipping up like an eager slut toward his mouth.
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“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
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Maybe I was greedy.
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“Alright, goldilocks.”
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“Greedy, greedy.”
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“You’re going to get what I give you and nothing more.”
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“I wonder if this part of you is as greedy as your pretty cock.”