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

by Fae Quin

“Look at you,” I purred, grinding up hard just to hear the way he cried. “Such an eager little slut, aren’t you, sugar?”

“You like my big cock, don’t you, sweetheart?” “Fuck—” Baxter’s voice dropped an octave, breathy and broken as he ground down against me in response. Interesting.

pulled Baxter up off my cock by my hold on his hips, then slammed him back down. The noise he made went straight to my head. Both of them.

I growled, an animalistic desire to claim, mark, bite roaring up inside me

God. I just liked him. I liked him.

He was probably hard enough to pound nails.

I should buy him a flesh light. Tuck his pretty cock up inside it and force him to fuck it while I fucked him.

What an idea!

His pretty green eyes were still clouded with lust, though his earlier anxiety was long gone. He was too well-fucked to worry, apparently. Best medicine ever.

really looking.

worried I’d gone too far, that I’d pushed him too much.

“I was trying to think of a good sex pun, but…you fucked the puns right out of me.”

I wasn’t going to give it back.

fuck. I’d never had the opportunity to wear around someone else’s hoodie and I wasn’t going to pass it up.

“It was my idea!” Becca cheered and I grinned at her, following her around as she pointed out all the decorations that she’d planned. As head of the Student Council she’d gotten to be in charge of a lot of the planning for the trip and she was more than a little excited as she chatted away at me. I couldn’t help but be warmed by her words. It had been a long time since we’d just…talked like this. Without the anxiety of the bakery hanging over us. Without my own fear. Without her age getting between us because I didn’t know how to talk to the teenager that held my little girl hostage inside her. I realized now that the distance between us had been mostly my fault. Becca hadn’t changed. She was still the same little kid that threw up a lemonade stand at the end of our driveway every summer and saved all her money up so she could throw an even bigger stand the next year. She was still the same kid that had given all her Barbies haircuts, then insisted she cut mine. The same kid that skinned her knee at the park and instead of crying, she just told me with importance that “it would heal, daddy. Don’t cry.” She was… Mine. As she always had been.

The sun sunk low and the inky indigo sky bled blue, dappled by winking stars that laughed above us.

Paxton inhaled sharply in response. His pupils dilated. His lips parted as he rumbled out an answering groan. “Don’t get me started again,” he growled softly. “I don’t have enough self-control.”

“Paxton,” I said softly, ducking so I could catch his gaze. He had a stubborn twist to his lips and the muscle in his jaw was jumping beneath his immaculately manicured beard. The starlight flickered in the silver at his temples and I had to bite back the urge to lace kisses along them till he gave in.

“Please?” I asked softly, gently. “If you don’t want to, that's fine but…I would love to teach you. To help you. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” I watched his throat bob, his toffee-colored eyes flooding with heat once again. “You might change your mind when I take you down with me,” he said softly. “I’ll go wherever you go, happily.” “Even to the ground?” “Especially to the ground.”

Paxton’s back flexed and flickered as he stretched his arms above his head. I watched, enraptured, tracing my eyes down the dip between his lats to the dimples that flickered at the top of his waistline. God. His ass was glorious. Thick, muscled. Not an ounce of fat in sight. His tattoos were entrancing, nature scenes that spanned his lovely skin like his body was a museum. The muscle though…fuck. It was beautiful. I figured it must come from his job. He was thick. Capable. With curly, nearly red, chest hair that danced between the massive swell of his delicious pecs. God. I wanted to bite them. Suck on them and smash my face between them till he smothered me with his lovely chest.

they had flamingos wearing Hawaiian shirts all over them,

Paxton’s grin turned feral, his eyes flickering golden in the dim light as he reached out with one massive palm and curled his hand around my covered cock. He didn’t stop there. With his palm flush to my needy dick, our breath mingling, he slipped his fingers lower, rubbing behind my balls, his grip firm but almost clinical. Like in a way he was checking whether or not I was taking good care of his property.

“Tell your thirsty little cock to behave,” Paxton threatened, leaning down till his hot breath caressed the shell of my ear. I could smell him. The scent of wood shavings, sweat, and power trickling off his lovely skin. He gave my dick another squeeze. My hips fucked toward his grip, unable to help myself as I leaned heavily against him. Paxton easily took my weight as he played with my now fully hard cock.

“Whatever you need, B.”

When he released me my dick gave him an unhappy twitch goodbye.

I felt Paxton’s foot bump up against my knee and I reached down to give it a gentle squeeze in warning. Though it had a much different effect than I’d expected because the moment I touched him Paxton groaned, a quiet, unplanned little noise that sent shivers all over my body. Interesting. I gave his foot another squeeze.

I blinked, my heart fluttering. Like a freight train the realization hit me that not only had Paxton indulged me for several hours of ice-skating humiliation, he’d also done it wearing skates that were far too tight. He hadn’t…Why hadn’t he said anything?

“You were having so much fun,” Paxton grumbled quietly. “They were the largest ones they had. I didn’t want to…”

I rubbed the hell out of his feet in thanks. Ten minutes into the foot massage the man next to us seemed to come to life. For the most part he’d ignored us, though now I could feel his gaze prickling over my skin. He was a handsome man. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Not nearly as handsome as my lumber jack but definitely not hard to look at either.

“We came here on vacation with our kids.”

Paxton glared. He straightened to the full extent of his height. Water rippled between his pecs, his nipples hard, the curls that danced across his chest flickering in the aqua light that emanated from the hot tub. He glared the other man down, the muscle in his jaw flickering with tension—like he was an animal ready to fight to protect his territory.

He’d basically claimed me as his fucking husband.

He rose from the water and I watched him go, unable to help the way I admired the droplets that dripped down the back of his legs. I wondered what Paxton would look like when he got out of the water. Delicious as fuck I was sure. I’d have to make him get out first so I could watch his thighs flex.

THIS IS JUST ME 😂

my big teddy bear turned feral.

Before I could blink I was yoinked through the water. Bubbles fanned in my wake and a startled laugh burst from my lips as Paxton deposited me across his lap, my belly settled against his thick thighs, my cock twitching where it almost brushed against him. I had to keep my weight on my hands for fear of sinking too far in the water, though the feeling of surprise didn’t leave as I tilted my head to look back at him. “Why—” His hand came down on one of my ass cheeks, a gentle smack that would’ve hurt had we not been floating inside a hot tub. Instead it just served as a reminder that in his eyes I’d been naughty enough to be spanked. “You’re perfect.” Paxton growled, not bothering to smack me again. He just shifted his grip, fanning his fingers along my ass and pressed his thumb inside my crease so he could rub at my covered hole.

“You’re perfect, so of course he’s looking,”

“Let him look,” he seemed to decide after a moment. “Let him look because we both know who’s going to be the person that takes you up those stairs and fucks that little ass of yours.”

“You’re my honey bee. He can find his own fucking hive.” And with that he proceeded bend me over the lip of the hot tub, yank my shorts down, and finger fuck me till I was a needy, sobbing, desperate mess.

he tangled our fingers together

“Stop overthinking,” he murmured softly. “We’re safe. We’re happy. The kids are happy.” I nodded, smoothing a gentle kiss across the top of his fluffy head.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised softly. “Whatever happens is going to happen. You can’t control the future.”

“I know we haven’t known each other long,” Paxton said softly. “But I’m the kinda guy who doesn’t give up when he finds something he wants.” I kissed his thumb again. “I want you, Baxter. I want you when you’re sad, when you’re happy, when you’re worried, when you’re old and gray and covered in wrinkles.”

suspiciously like one of those yellow…blobby guys. Minions? Or something like that.

Her phone screen was cracked to hell and back and I realized suddenly why I’d seen Baxter shopping for phones when he’d been tucked into my bed this past week. He was going to buy one for her, even though it would mean months more of the madness without his bakery. Jesus, these two were sweet. Fucking idiots. Sweet idiots, though.

This sweet baby. Jesus.

Christ on a cracker.

We picked out the brightest, most obnoxious, yellow mixer in the history of the universe. And that sweet little girl beamed at me like I’d hung the fucking moon. I realized then that it didn’t matter that I’d just met her. Didn’t matter at all. She was mine.

slinging my two kids together till we were smooshed up in a sweaty, warm hug. They shoved me off at the same time and I rolled my eyes, for once in my life the Christmas spirit tingling at my fingers. I couldn’t wait to surprise Baxter.

I shoved Baxter behind a thick line of trunks and snuck my hand down the front of his pants. I played with his leaking cock till he was a shuddery, red-faced mess, enjoying the way he clung to my chest. His back pressed tight to a tree, his green eyes wide with fear and excitement as he peeked over my shoulder on the lookout for passersby. I felt like a teenager again, sneaking kisses—and more—from my boyfriend when no one was looking.

When it was clear that a little groping wasn’t enough for either of us I shoved him toward the farm house, fully intending on taking advantage of him in the bathroom.

The way he giggled all the way there made my heart soar. When I got him inside and the lock clicked into place Baxter surprised me, a wicked twist to his lovely lips as he dropped to his knees and immediately went for my belt. His mouth was slick and hot—eager as fuck—as he sucked on my crown and I had to force myself not to grip his hair and force him to take it all. He...