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“Yes, you are, baby. And I’m one lucky grandpa.”
CHAPTER10
Gennero
“Santa’s been good to me this year,” I whisper in Papa’s ear, still aching from our playtime as we stand in the grand entryway of the house as the guests file out, some to their four wheel drive vehicles, some to the Snow Titan driven by one of our hired maintenance men where he will deliver anyone that flew in to the landing strip on the other side of the lake.
Cold air streams in as the front door opens and closes, the candles flickering everywhere giving off the scent of sugar cookies.
My muscles tense down low, thinking of how he eased his cock into my back entrance last night, setting me up on the low king-sized bed covered with red satin sheets on all fours. He worked my tight opening with his tongue first until I came three times and begged him to take me that way.
There was lots of peppermint lube and a slow entry, but yeah, I thought my books were all hype and no substance when it came to all things anal.
Butwhoooo-Lort. I loved it. I came until I passed out.
I was sore and spent. And the way he touched me in the bath while he washed me clean after everything made me fall in love with him all over again. He insisted on bathing me. I was as limp as over boiled linguine. My mind mush.
In the books I read they sometimes talk about the ‘drop’ after, like, intense sex or playtime. Especially when it’s…well, a bit rough.
I get it, girls.
I. Get. It.
The bath was so intimate. Such a vulnerable place for me to be. Naked, satiated, bruised and so in love with the man I’ve always known as family.
The exhilaration and confusion is exhausting.
But I can’t wait to get him all to myself again.
Seeing Lucy in the workshop is still niggling at me. I didn’t bring it up to Papa because I didn’t want her in trouble, but I don’t like secrets between us.
But if she gives up hers, I have to give up mine and I’m not ready to face the fallout from that right now. It’s Christmas Eve day and I don’t want to ruin everything. Not today. Not tomorrow.
But, when?
“Santa’s going to give you all the special gifts you could ever wish for, little one,” he replies, his voice cascading through me as he shakes hands with one of the departing guests who looks like he overindulged in the egg nog last night.
“What are you two whispering about?” I jump at the sound of Lucy’s voice from behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders before they start to squeeze.
I squirm away. “Ow! You’ve got a grip like a fucking mechanic.”
She glances at Papa for a fraction of a second, andsomethingpasses between them.
“What?” I ask, a moment of soul crushing terror making the ground feel unsteady.
What if?
No. Oh my God, no…
Lucy was in the workshop. It feels like they have a secret too.
Could he—my stomach collapses on itself. Could they be…together?
Is that the real reason he sent me to bed, then Lucy didn’t follow?
Lucy shakes her head. “Nothing. Papa, someone just mentioned they noticed that asshole McAllister pacing around on the north end by the big pasture. Our side of the fence. Said we might want to check it out.”
Papa grunts in annoyance. “One of our guests saw him?”
