Let Your Hearts Be Light (Christmas Daddies, #1)

by Fae Quin

“Naughty little thing,”

“Such a slut for this, aren’t you?”

“Such a naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

I borrowed some of Baxter’s lotion and aftershave, enjoying the scent of sugar cookies far too much as it clung to my skin. I’d think about him all day. I didn’t give a fuck that Trent was bound to make fun of me, or that Becca might notice I smelled suspiciously like her father.

They could all suck it.

new set of pajamas and an adorable ‘kiss the cook’ apron, I had a hard time containing the desire to pick him up, hoist him onto the counter, and fuck him silly.

snow that decorated the lawns on either side, my gaze slipped to Baxter’s mailbox. The dent was even more obvious in the morning light like this.

If there was one thing I was good at, it was fixing things. So I made the trek to my truck and drove it back over, a mission in mind.

He was in the sweater I’d bought him and god, he looked delicious. All creamy and soft. Snuggly. The best kinda teddy bear. He was surprised to see me; I saw the glimmer in his eyes as he packed up the back of his car for his morning deliveries and made his way toward me.

“Fixing your mailbox.” Baxter blinked, his eyes narrowed, and he cocked his head. “It was broken?” “Bent.” “Oh.” He watched me for a few seconds, then started to shiver. His hands climbed to his arms, crossing so he could rub himself warm. “Do you…need help?” I could tell he was confused. Hell, I was too. Why I felt the need to fix everything in his life for him was a mystery. Maybe it was because I cared about him? My cheeks flushed. “I’ll bring you more coffee.” Baxter darted away and I groaned as I watched his long legs eat up the sidewalk. When he took the steps on the porch his ass tested his khaki pants and I had to force back another noise of pleasure. I probably looked ridiculous, crouched with my tool box outside his house, thirsting after him like a dog in heat. Things were escalating, but I wasn’t mad about it. It felt like the water between us had been simmering for far longer than it had taken to reach a boil. I had every intention of enjoying every second of it for as long as he’d let me. By the time Baxter returned I’d finished fixing it up. Good as new. He handed me a thermos covered in reindeer heads. “Cocoa and coffee,” he told me with a shy little smile. His nose was pink. I wanted to bite it. Fucking cute, cute, cute. “The best combo.” “Thank you, baby.” I rumbled as I forced myself once again not to grab him, even though my fingers itched to latch onto his hips

and pull him close. He was wearing the cutest little tennis shoes. Dad shoes, I thought fondly as I squeezed the thermos tight. “I’ll fix your frame when I come back; I’ll need to bring some extra stuff.” Baxter waved me off, “No need. I don’t mind the mattress on the floor for a while.” I stared at him, my eyes narrowing. The words that left my throat were little more than a growl. “You’re not sleeping on the floor.” “Well, technically the mattress is the one sleeping on the floor,” Baxter joked. “No partner of mine is sleeping on the goddamn floor.” Baxter’s jaw dropped a little and I watched his flush grow ruddy and red. His freckles looked more pronounced like this and I couldn’t help myself as I dipped low enough I could place a brief little kiss against the tip of his cold nose. He scrunched up, but his eyes were happy as he shoved playfully at my chest.

Mine, my heart promised. Mine.

I didn’t want him to cry. God, never again. So I’d driven to his house and distracted him…thoroughly.

My little boy.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Wipe, woosh, wipe, woosh.

Wipe, woosh. Wipe, woosh.

He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “Match my breathing,” Paxton urged in a quiet rumble. “Watch my chest, and try to mimic me.”

Nothing to worry about at all.

Rebecca hadn’t just been my sister, she’d been my only family. I’d loved her with my entire heart. And it had been torn right out of my chest.

Another thing on the long list of reasons my parents found me intolerable right after sucks dick and likes to take it up the ass.

he just reclined his seat, slid it back as far as he could, reached for me and yanked me right into his lap. He was warm. Solid. Strong beneath me. I settled on top of him, my heart in my throat as he threaded one hand in my hair and the other smudged the tears away from my ruddy cheeks.

“Thank you,” he murmured, like it was that simple. Like sharing what I went through was enough. Like all he wanted was to know me. Like I was… Like I was enough, faults and all.

“Like what you see?” Paxton rumbled, stretching out, flexing his chest at me in a way that made my dick hard and my eyes want to roll back. His round brown nipples peaked from the cold and I wanted nothing more than to give them each an apology suck and feel his muscles flex toward my lips.

He released my hip with one hand and shifted to cradle the back of his own head, his bicep bulging as he watched me through hooded eyes.

I hadn’t been lying when I’d told him I didn’t know how to seduce someone, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to

like the idea of me fumbling through this more than if I’d been a siren ready to take him to sea.

“Pull your shirt up,” Paxton demanded, still calling the shots even though I was in t...

“Uh uh,” Paxton hummed, his brow lowering, his cocky grin dissipating. “None of that.”

“That attitude.” He released me for a moment, only for his hand to return, fingers snapping gently but firmly against the fleshy part of my left ass cheek.

“You gonna be good for me now?”

His tongue flickered out to wet his lips and I had to force myself to hold still for fear that I would lose control and begin begging like the slut he made me whenever he was near.

Again, again, again.

“Pants off.” Paxton’s voice was nothing but honey as he suddenly hoisted me off his dick in a move so powerful it made my head spin.

It took some doing, both of our hands, and a good few minutes of swearing, but eventually I got us both naked.

“Stop overthinking,” Paxton hummed,

Instead his touch was gentle as he smoothed his hands across my skin. He caressed me. That was the only way to describe it. His fingers trailed along my legs, across my hip bones, the gentle swell of my belly. He dipped for a moment into my belly button, tickling me there till my cock jumped. His fingers traced across my ribcage and the movements stopped with his hands fanned across my waist, and then he repeated the process all over again.

He’d jokingly called me a boy scout earlier and I’d given him a playful salute.

he didn’t—before

“Open up for me.”

So beautifully.

God, he had no idea how much power he was giving me.

It was his heart talking, not his head.

I grabbed my discarded hoodie and shoved it at him. “Put this on.”

With my hoodie pulled on Baxter looked…well. Fuckable. Jesus.

It hung on him, at least three sizes too big. Too long. Too wide. Too everything—Jesus. He was so fucking cute I couldn’t wait to stick my cock inside him. As if his sweet little ass knew exactly what I was thinking his hole gave another eager twitch.

Needy little slut.

just…fuuuuuck.

So he liked it rough then. I could do rough.

This was Belleville’s Baxter Baker. Uptight little sunshine boy. Everyone’s favorite golden child. And I was about to fuck him silly.