He had? I hadn’t dared. “I’m glad I didn’t disappoint.”
“You always looked so handsome coming into the office and everyone respected you.”
“They did?” I hadn’t really noticed.
“Mostly because you always genuinely seemed to care about them and about things going well.”
I climbed up to lie next to him. “Huh. Well I did. It was my job to make things as smooth as possible. Sometimes that could be difficult, but it was always worth it.”
We talked a few minutes, while he got his breath back then he reached into the nightstand drawer and tossed me a tube of lube. “That is, if you aren’t done with me?”
I uncapped it and squeezed a gob into my palm. “We’ve just begun.” I took my time slicking up my cock before turning my attention to his hole. He was tight, but when I inserted one finger coated with the slick stuff, he groaned and sighed. “Like that?”
“Yes, I do.” He was already getting hard again, and while I worked him, easing a second finger in and a third, moving them apart and together until I judged he was ready for me and until I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Climb on top of me, Nico.”
“Really?” A hint of excitement colored his tones. “I’ve never done that.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“No…I do.” He sat up and swung a leg over my hips, kneeling so the head of my cock nestled in his crack. “Oh my gods.”
Clamping my hands at his hips. I helped him ease down until I penetrated the ring of muscles, eased by the preparation but still very firm. It was why I suggested the position. “You’re in control, Nico. Move when you’re ready.”
His breathing grew quickly harsh, his pupils dilated as he descended, engulfing my cock an inch at a time before coming to rest, my balls against his ass. Then he bounced up and down, taking me all the way in then out just to the tip and down again. I released his hips and closed a fist around his hardened shaft, managing to stroke him while his gyrations grew wilder, and I tried to hold out as long as possible, to make it good for both of us. But as I struggled for control, his cum poured over my hand, stealing any self-discipline I had left. I filled him, crying out his name as he fell forward to lie on my chest.
In a perfect position for kissing.
So I did.
Chapter Fourteen
Nico
“Are you sure? It’s just sugar, salt, flour, and water?”
I laughed, harder than I had in quite a while, at Paxton’s amazement. “Yes. It’s homemade cinnamon ornaments. I make them every year. Didn’t you see them on my tree before?”
Pax nodded, his chin digging into my shoulder. His arms were wrapped around my waist. There hadn’t been a moment this morning where he wasn’t touching me. He’d held my hand during breakfast. We took a shower together, and this time, nothing about it was chaste.
He was mine. This place was magical. I knew it from the first time I saw it. It had changed my life once and now, it changed Pax’s life as well.
“At the time, I didn’t think about it. I probably assumed you’d bought them. Is there nothing you can’t do?”
I scoffed and pressed a Christmas tree cookie cutter into the dough. “There is plenty. You should know that better than anyone else.”
“I know no such thing. You’re perfect to me.”
The ornaments were almost forgotten. Paxton always had a way with words but before, they were friendly, because he was my best friend. Paxton as a daddy, romancing me and flirting… If I wasn’t already head over heels in love, I would’ve been after hearing him speak like that.
I got the ornaments into the oven. They took hours to bake but until then, we had a tree to put up. With all the work to do on the cabins, I hadn’t gotten a chance to decorate the tree. The couple who lived here before me left all their Christmas things in the attic. I discovered them one day when I was searching for some old records of the cabins.
“We have to fluff the tree.” Paxton had already started as I came over. He’d decided to put the tree in the corner. Closer enough to the fire to make a scene right out of a movie but far enough away not to post a fire hazard. “Maybe, next year, we can get a real one.”
I stopped moving, my fingers tangled in plastic branches. He said next year. Next year with me. Christmas here with me. Yes, we were in love, and we’d had sex, and he’d confessed he wanted to be my daddy, but there were plenty of couples in love who didn’t end up together. Life happened. Work happened.
“What’s wrong?” He wrapped me up in his arms.
