“Of course not,” Mrs. A said with a huff. “Don’t be ridiculous, Kate.”
“But Jordan,” Katie started. “You said you wanted...” Her voice trailed off, her eyes going wide as she ping-ponged them between me and Andy for a second. Then, “Ohhhhhhhhh.Really?”
I grinned. “What can I say, Santa totally came through.”
“No,” Liz said, her eyebrows shooting up. “Andy?”
“Girls,” he said in a warning tone of voice. “Can we refocus on Christmas, please?”
“This istotallyabout Christmas,” Kate said gleefully.
“I believe what your brother is saying, girls,” William said, setting his tablet and picking up the mug Mrs. A had given him instead. “Is ‘stay in your own lane.’”
“Besides, we have presents to open,” Mrs. A said firmly, handing out wrapped packages to each of us.
“Fine,” Liz said, all innocence as she took hers. “We were just trying to make sure Jordan got everything he wanted, Mom. We want this to be his best Christmas ever.”
But it already was, and I already had. I’d even gotten shit I hadn’t known I wanted, like the cheesy-as-fuck snowman pajamas we all unwrapped a few minutes later and being woken up too damn early the next day; and shit I’d said Ididn’twant, like a chronically red ass and a Scott all of my own.
But best of all, I’d gotten exactly what I’d asked for.
The girls could tease me all they wanted about that letter, and I sure as fuck hadn’t meant it when I wrote it, but Santa had still delivered. Andy was exactly the Daddy I hadn’t thought I needed, one who could actually keep me on the nice list but liked me on the naughty one, too. One who made stupidly over-the-top promises and then kept every fucking one of them. One who didn’t just make this my best Christmas ever, but who I actually believed when he promised me a whole lifetime of bests.
And fuck, one who definitely deserved to know that I loved him, too.
21
Andy
“Isyour sister really going to wake us up at five in the morning?” Jordan asked when we finally left the main house close to midnight.
“Probably.”
“That’s not all that far away.”
“Is that your way of telling me you’re tired, baby?” I asked as we got to the top of the stairs.
He grinned, following me into the guest suite and locking the door behind him before turning back to answer me. “That’s my way of saying why bother going to sleep at all, since we wouldn’t get enough anyway… Daddy.”
Heat shot through me. We’d been with my family the whole day, and I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed hearing him call me that until he did. Or maybe it was the way something shifted in his voice when he said it, a husky neediness creeping in that took him from my boyfriend to my boy.
“What would you rather do tonight, sweetheart?” I asked, setting the two sets of matching pajamas I’d carried over on top of the dresser and leaning back against it. “Because it will be Christmas in just a few minutes, and that sounds like the perfect excuse to spoil you.”
“Too late,” he said, scrubbing his fingers through his hair. “You’re kind of ridiculous with that, you know.”
Good. I was glad he felt spoiled. I planned on keeping it that way. And I already knew that with Jordan, the best way to make him feel taken care of wasn’t to ask him what he wanted to do tonight, but tell him.
“Come here, baby.”
He was across the room and standing in front of me in a shot. “We sleeping?”
“Nope,” I said, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and kissing him. Then, “On your knees.”
Thank God the room was carpeted, with as fast as he dropped, but still—
“Jordan,” I said, tilting his chin up to look at me. “I don’t want to seebruiseson your knees.”
He smirked. “I don’t mind, Daddy. Not if this is how I get them. You want me to spend the next five hours sucking you off? I locked the door, so we’re good to go. No way is your sister going to walk in and see your dick in my mouth. Is that what you want, Daddy? Want me to swallow your cock? Because I’m totally down with that. Anything you want. Just tell me what I have to do to get your cum. I can… I can be good for you.”
