Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
He exhaled a groan and tried to scoot closer.
“I’ll take care of you later, boy,” I promised.
He nodded and planted a trail of kisses down my jaw and neck.
Kit plastered himself to me, and he whispered in my ear, “I’m so needy, Daddy.”
“I know, darlin’. Looks like you ain’t the only one.” Because when I glanced around the living room, it was easy to see several others were in a similar state. Hell, Noa had his head in KC’s lap and was treating Daddy’s cock like a pacifier. Franklin was hot and bothered by Tate and Jack making out.
Then Sloan and Luke left the kitchen right around the time Santa knocked on the door, and yeah, the two were getting along just fine. Both were visibly tipsy and happy. One aimed for Corey; the other aimed for the hallway.
I blew out a breath and did my best to get my shit together.
“All right, Littles,” I said. “Try not to come in your pants.”
“I make no promises,” Corey snickered. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week!”
I bet. So had I, to be honest. Kit hadn’t been sure there’d be a Santa at all. At the moment, though, his focus was split. He kept touching his own lips and sneaking glances at Macklin.
Too cute.
“Ho, ho, ho!” Greer nailed the gruff Santa tone, causing every brat to sit up straighter. “Do we have any naughty boys in the house?”
“Yes!” Corey and Kit cried out.
“Absofuckinglutely, Santa,” Tate said.
“Holy shit, I just got a new fantasy,” Shay mumbled.
I grinned, glad to see Luke taking pictures.
Greer had gone all out. Not that I’d expected anything else. Perfect cushion under his big red Santa suit, no fake beard; his real beard and his eyebrows had turned white. Black boots, Santa hat a little crooked, and then…well, some kinky additions. Like the two thin bamboo canes strapped to his belt. A set of handcuffs too. A black leather flogger. Because you never knew.
“We have a chair for you here, Santa.” Luke went ahead and adjusted the chair I’d positioned between the coffee table and Christmas tree. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
“Oh-ho. I won’t say not to an Irish coffee.” Greer patted his belly and eyed us all.
Kit couldn’t sit still, he was so excited.
Archie sure was something to rest your eyes on too. Decked out in only a pair of tight black briefs and a Santa hat, he was clearly here to be his Owner’s devoted elf.
“Come sit, Santa.” Archie ushered Greer to the seat before the boy gathered two burlap sacks filled with gifts next to the chair.
I pressed a kiss to Mack’s temple. “Can you fill me one of those snack plates?”
“Of course, Sir.”
Lucian and Cam finally rejoined us after their downtime, but I kept my eyes fixed on Macklin. He worked so hard to put up a cool front, always acting casual and fun-loving. And while those traits were very much real, I knew he missed servitude. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do—so to speak—for the right Dom. For Walker.
It bothered me a great deal that they’d abandoned their marriage. They’d fucked up, both of them, plain and simple, but we’d all seen the fire between them. The kind that burned forever. Their kink dynamic had been fucking exquisite to witness. It was the vanilla aspects that’d torn them apart. Hectic lives. Macklin had been so young. Walker had lost his mother.
“Okay, everyone! It’s time to start the Secret Santa reveal,” Luke announced. “As you all know, Gael isn’t here, so we will pass along Sloan’s gift for him. Gael did drop off his gift for Sloan to Macklin before tonight, though, so no one’s leaving empty-handed.” He turned to Kit. “This was your project, baby. Do you have anything to say before we begin?”
“Nope.” Kit just grinned. “Let the game begin! And enjoy! And merry Christmas!”
I chuckled.
“All right, then. As per Kit’s earlier request—or demand—the bottoms will receive the Tops’ gifts first, so that’s what Santa will hand out now,” Luke finished. “The floor is yours, Santa. I’ll get you that Irish coffee too.”
And I received my snack plate from Macklin, who just fucking knew me. Like he paid attention to everyone he cared about. Crackers and cheese, chips, cashews, and just a few sweeter treats.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
Meanwhile, Kit deserted me to go sit on Luke’s lap in a chair once Greer had gotten his drink.
“Let’s see what we’ve got here.” Greer picked up the first box from the lot, and I recognized the wrapping paper. That was Luke’s handiwork to Cam. “For the record, everyone’s free to open their gifts right away—otherwise, we’ll be here till next week.” He paused and squinted at the label. “Merry Christmas, Cameron. All the hugs from Lucas. And Santa, of course.”
“You remember to give Santa a kiss, darling,” Lucian said.