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You Can Count On Me (Christmas Daddies, #2) You Can Count On Me by Fae Quin
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“Love was patience. Love was imperfection. Love felt like…falling knowing there was somewhere soft to land.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“A home that had a space for me, and all my broken brittle pieces. Where I was important. Where I was loved. Where I was needed. Me. Irreplaceable, in a way I'd never been before.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“Bubba was staring at us, his baseball bat in hand, his cow hat pulled down over his too-large ears. He cocked his head to the side. “Gram’s been honking at you for like three minutes. We both ship Triles, but even we have our limits.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“I love you the way I never knew I could love someone. With my whole heart, my toes, my nose, and my lashes. Every little, inconsequential part of me loves every little inconsequential part of you.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“Love was vulnerability. It was trusting someone to love you after showing them the parts of yourself you’d never been able to embrace.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“And I realized something I should’ve understood a long, long time ago. Being a dad wasn’t about the title. It wasn’t about perfection. Being a dad meant showing up when you were needed. It was as simple as that. Doable. Wonderful.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“Words were tricky, dangerous things. Use them wrong and you could lose everything. It was no wonder sometimes he couldn’t find the right ones. I was struggling now to do the same.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“Tears spilled onto his collar, onto the salty sweet skin of his throat, but he didn’t mind. “Let it all out, Miley.” He held me tight. “I can carry it.” And he could.”
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“I think he loves you,” Bubba said, and my heart stopped. “I’d tell you not to hurt him, but I don’t think you ever would.” I squeezed my eyes shut tight. Tears burned hot down my cheeks, mixing with the soapy water. “I think Pops loves you, but I think you love him more. And maybe now you’re around I don’t have to protect him anymore. You can do it for me.”
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“Strong arms pulled me against the thump, thump of his heart. He held me together till I could hold myself.”
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“Expoo-sure therapy really works!” “Ex-poo-what now?” “I’m a genius! Thank you, Mary Cover Jones—and other well-known psychologists—for your groundbreaking discoveries!” Bubba thanked the ceiling seriously before he pointed at us both, waggled his eyebrows, and ducked out the door.”
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“Let me carry the weight for you. Let me be in charge. Let me hold you. Let me fuck you. Talk to me when you need to—pick me. Let me in. Let me fight your battles. Let me stand beside you. Let me share your secrets. Let me keep you safe.” I swallowed. “Please—” My voice cracked. “I’ve never felt the way I do for you, and it’s scary and wonderful—but god. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“You gotta know, Trent—” Miles’s eyes flickered, his smile was soft, and his body was softer despite being all hard muscle. “Messing up? Yeah. It’s just a way to learn how to be better. Mistakes are just lessons.” Mistakes are just lessons.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“Red for stop, yellow to pause, green for go, okay?” Trent reminded me like I hadn’t ever read kinky porn before.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“He squeezed us tight in response, and suddenly the crowd wasn’t too loud anymore. The world wasn’t too colorful. Everything was just right.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“If ass eating was an Olympic sport, Trent Montgomery would’ve won the gold fucking medal.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“He was the kind of person that made a house a home. The kind of person who took his trauma and used it to make the world a more beautiful place. He was as strong as he was needy. Lost as he was found. He made me feel stronger than I’d ever been before. I needed him. He needed me. The tide and the moon.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“Yes, sir.” I fumbled, breathless, my cock aching as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. My pants were way too tight for this shit. Could someone die from having a prolonged boner? I hoped not. I’d been hard for what felt like a century.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“This was goddamn monster porn.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“To say I was surprised when he shared one of his AirPods with me and the filthiest, smuttiest, steamiest gay porn I’d ever heard began to play in my ear would be the understatement of the century. Without blinking, Miles demonstrated how to squat with a Smith machine. He was officially a lot more kinky than I’d given him credit for. Vanilla my ass.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“Forgiveness tasted like forty kinds of hot cocoa, felt like borrowed hoodies, and smelled like Trent’s cologne.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“I couldn’t help but smile back at him, leaning my head against the back of the couch to mirror him. I knew peace then as we sat there several feet apart, our hands tangled chastely together, big bodies squashed onto his massive sofa. Words were tricky, slippery things. But they could free you too.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“I’m terrified because you’re everything. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And for the first time in my life, every action I take is wrong, wrong, wrong. I don’t have sweet words. My silver tongue gets tangled. You make my hands sweaty, and my heart race. I feel like I’m in goddamn grade school when you’re around.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“The little dark curls of chest hair that peeked between the folds of the flannel were enough to make me lightheaded. He had chest hair. Chest. Hair.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“Any man that looked that good in beat up jeans and flannel deserved a second chance.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“There was nothing sexier than a man who cared about kids. Who knew how to talk to them. Treated them like they were real people—because they were—with big feelings tucked into bodies tiny enough they couldn’t carry them on their own yet.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“I’d been on my own for so long I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to lean on someone else. But Trent was teaching me—baby steps—one smile at a time, what it meant to have a partner. To trust. That not everything good was a trap.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“What kinda stories do you like?” My cheeks tingled with embarrassment immediately and I shrugged, hiding behind my cup. Wasn’t like I was about to tell Trent’s damn mama that the only books I read were ones that had more sex than plot and a whole lot of dicks. Even monster ones. Especially monster ones. With knots.”
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“You’re going to go to my goddamn house. You’re going to drink your goddamn hot chocolate. You’re going to let me take care of you. And when I deem it goddamn time, I will tell you what you want to know.”
Fae Quin, You Can Count On Me
“It’s okay, Pops,” Bubba reassured him. “I can be big for you sometimes, if you need it. I don’t mind.”
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