Gifted To His Dad: Christmas Novella

Goose bumps rise along my neck as Cole’s breath fans over my sensitive skin. He’s a little too close for being in front of his stepdad, but I can’t help but relax at his words. He’s been doing everything he can to make me feel comfortable since we met. I cling to him when I finally face Griffin, still unable to meet his gaze.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Eve.” I’m proud that I stopped my voice from cracking. No need to make this any more embarrassing than it already is. I’m about to apologize when Griffin cuts in.

“I’m sorry. I should have let Cole know I was coming in early today. I didn’t mean to give you such a shock.” He says it in a low timber that sends a shiver down my spine.

My body tenses at its reaction, and it’s only Cole’s thumb grazing back and forth on the back of my neck that stops me from running back to the room.

“I told you it wasn’t a big deal.” Cole kisses the top of my head, our height difference standing out with the action. He’s at least half a foot taller than me, and by the looks of it, Griffin is even taller. I finally get the courage to look at him, and my breath catches in my throat. The same way it did when I first saw Cole.

He’s broad, his shoulders spanning several feet across, the muscles underneath stretching his navy henley shirt. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing thick forearms with defined veins that have me wanting to touch them. Heat warms my chest as my gaze travels upward over the thick tendons of his neck to his brown hair, slightly graying at the temples. Cole mentioned he was in his late forties, but somehow, that just makes him hotter. Shit. I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about him like this. I am a horrible girlfriend. The worst.

Cole’s hand wraps around the back of my neck, giving it a small squeeze, easing some of my discomfort. There’s no way he hasn’t noticed me check out his stepdad, but for whatever reason, he doesn’t seem to mind.

Griffin’s crisp blue eyes glimmer as he smiles at me, catching me checking him out.

Heat crawls up my neck and into my cheeks. I’m frozen in place, unable to move from this spot where I feel like a deer caught in headlights. The moment snaps when my stomach growls loudly, giving away the fact that I haven’t eaten all day.

Cole pulls me into his chest before saying, “Now that introductions are over, let’s eat.”

They don’t let me help as they set up the table, spreading out the food. Cole takes his time filling my plate for me, careful to choose the best steak.

It’s a pale pink in the center, a perfect medium, just how I like it. Baked, seasoned baby potatoes right out of the oven and a fresh salad on the side. My mouth’s already watering as I take my first bite. A soft hum forms at the back of my throat.

Both men look at me, their gazes focused on my mouth. I swallow hard, ignoring the warmth traveling down my stomach.

I already knew Cole doesn’t speak to his mom and is much closer to Griffin, but I’ve always wanted to know more. I clear my throat. “So, how did you two meet? Cole told me a little about it but not the details.”

They look at each other as if in a silent conversation before coming back to me.

Griffin is the first to respond. “I made the mistake of marrying Cole’s mother after only knowing her for a few months. I didn’t even have time to meet Cole at that point since he’d been out of the country. It wasn’t until he was nineteen and moved back home that I really got to know him. Unfortunately, that lined up with his mother taking off and sending me divorce papers a week later.”

I expect him to look sad about it. After all, having a whirlwind relationship that ended up in a quick marriage sounds like the stuff from romance novels, but he looks bored with it. Like it’s just a random part of his past.

Unsure what to say, I default to, “I’m sorry that happened.”

Griffin grunts, noncommittal. “It’s fine.”

“Plus, you got me out of the deal.” Cole grins, not a worry in the world, not a doubt that Griffin is happy to have him in his life.

I know exactly how much it can hurt to have a parent abandon you, but if it affected Cole, he doesn’t show it.

The big man across from me wears a hint of a smirk. “There’s that.”

“You two seem close.” I dig a little deeper, unable to stop my eternal curiosity, no matter how much I try. I just hope I’m not prying too much.

“Definitely. Even without really knowing me, Griffin took me in and let me stay with him for the year before I headed off to college. I really don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t. It’s not like I could get a hold of my mom, and I never met my biological father. My mother always gave a different description of who he was. So I was basically screwed. Well, I would have been if Griffin didn’t take me in, feed, clothe me, and pay for my schooling.”

I take the glass of wine Griffin passes to me, his large hand engulfing the glass. His fingers graze mine, sending unwanted tingles down my arm. I should not be reacting to him, not when Cole’s sitting right beside me.

I clear my throat, trying to pull myself together. “So that was four years ago? You must really feel like family now.”

Both men take large gulps of their beers, Cole answering first. “You could say we’ve bonded over the years.”

I tilt my head, trying to read the look that passes between them. There’s something left unsaid, like they’re speaking their own language. I can’t begin to figure it out.

Griffin clears his throat, asking, “How about you? Your folks live by the college?”

My gut twists, driving acid up my throat. I hate talking about my family. Nothing good ever comes from it. For some reason, I really don’t want this man to know my father abandoned me. That he found me unworthy of being loved.

Cole squeezes my thigh under the table, then pulls me close so he can whisper, “You know you don’t have to worry about us. Griffin won’t judge you for your asshole father. If anything, he’d track him down and beat his ass.”

“Track who down?” Griffin’s deep timber is edged as he leans closer, startling me.

I didn’t realize he could overhear us. The wine tastes bitter as I finish off my glass, and Cole fills it again.

“My dad took off when I was younger, and my mom was never really around. She had several jobs, and I’m grateful that she could support me.” I leave out the fact that she made it known every day that I was the reason she had to work so much. If it wasn’t for me, my father never would have left her.

I don’t notice I’ve finished another glass of wine until Griffin takes it. “Something tells me that’s not the whole story.”

I shrug, not sure how to respond to that without cutting myself open and showing all the damaged parts of me. There’s something about these two men that makes me feel like it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, like they’d help put me back together if I just trusted them.

“You look a little flushed. Maybe we should call it a night.” Cole’s warm thumb grazes over my cheek, and I lean into his touch.

It’s not lost on me how hard he’s working to show me I can trust him. That he wants me here just as much as I want to be here.

I go to stand but wobble on my feet, blood rushing to my head. A strong, solid arm bands around my back, catching me and surrounding me in the fresh scent of forest.

Cole’s standing in front of me, a sly smirk forming on his lips. It takes my sluggish brain several seconds to realize what’s happened, and my head snaps up, meeting Griffin’s piercing blue eyes. There’s an electric tension surrounding us and holding me in place as heat pools between my thighs. He’s staring down at me, bottom lip caught between his teeth, a muscle ticking in his jaw as if he’s fighting something, before he finally lets me go, pushing me toward Cole.

His voice is gruff when he says, “Get some sleep,” then turns on his heels and disappears down the hall.

The loss of his warmth is like an ice bath snapping me back to reality. What did I just do? I stare at the ground, unable to meet Cole’s gaze. He’s going to hate me for this. There’s no way he didn’t notice how I was reacting to Griffin’s touch. I suck in a breath, trying to ready myself for what comes next.

Cole’s gentle touch guides my chin up. His lips skim mine, drawing my attention to him.

“You are so freaking hot right now,” he says huskily as he slides his hand under my shirt and strokes the bare skin at my waist.

Startled, I go to pull away, but he holds me in place, eyes darkened on me as his hand slowly ascends my rib cage.

His voice is dark, liquid as he says, “The way pink curls up your neck and your breath comes out in shallow pants is driving me crazy.”

He captures my mouth in a demanding kiss, pushing his tongue deep, claiming me. All thoughts are lost to his touch, as if he’s controlling me down to the beating of my heart.

Hands grip my ass, pulling me up until my legs wrap around his hips. I gasp in a breath as his hard cock grinds into me, the pressure directly against my clit. His movements turn wild as he touches me everywhere, leaving hot trails of desire in their wake. I’ve never been so grateful to have a birth control implant.

The faint sound of a shower turning on has me pulling away. “We should go to the room.”

He drops his head to mine, taking several breaths before releasing his grip and letting my feet settle on the ground. “You’ve got two seconds to run before I strip you right here.”

I swallow hard and rush down the hall, knowing he’s only a step behind me. We’re no more than a foot into the room before the door slams and he has me pushed up against it, mouth instantly hot on mine. We only break apart to rip off my shirt and bra before pushing my leggings and thong to the ground.

He pulls back to look at me, growling deep in his throat. “So fucking pretty.”

His mouth encircles my nipple as he sucks on it hard, drawing a tight scream from me. It hurts, but I don’t want him to stop. My fingers tangle in his pants, desperately trying to push them down. He chuckles and pushes them the rest of the way until his cock rests against my core.

His face is so close that his breaths mingle with mine as he coats his cock with my wetness. “Fuck, baby.”

He pushes my thighs tight together, trapping his cock between them, his eyes dark as he slides it back and forth.

With each push of his hips, the base of his cock rubs against my clit, drawing pleasure through my body until it forms a tight knot within me.

Cole’s breaths grow sharp, his movements jerky as he pounds me into the door. Clear green eyes consume me as he pulls us closer to our release. I’ve never done anything like this. I didn’t know something that’s almost innocent could feel this amazing. My fingers dig into his shoulders, the thin fabric doing nothing to stop my nails from bruising him.

I moan and cover my mouth, trying to stop the sounds from escaping.

He pulls it away, nipping my bottom lip. “I want to hear you.”

My next moan is even louder, but at this point, I don’t care. My hips move on their own, practically begging him for more.

“Come for me,” he demands, and like he controls me, my body responds with electricity shooting through me until I see stars.

He pulls back, covering my stomach with his own release. His head drops to mine as he massages his cum into my skin with his fingers.

“You look good like this.”

I can barely hold myself up, and he supports me with an arm around my back. I heave in breaths, trying to regain a semblance of rationality.

“We should shower.” My voice is barely above a whisper.

He shakes his head no. “I’m not even close to being done with you.”

I look down, shocked that he’s still so hard.

“Don’t look so surprised.” He lifts me easily, dropping me on the bed, then pulls off his shirt.

My mouth waters. No matter how many times I see him, I can never get used to how hot he is. He’s covered in muscles that fit his broad frame perfectly.

He lifts my hand and drags it down his stomach, giving me a cocky smile. “Like what you see?”

I roll my eyes. “You already know the answer to that.”

He reaches down and pinches my nipple. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like to hear it.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he asks as he lifts me by my thighs so my ass is off the bed and my legs are pressed together, draped over his one shoulder where he stands.

I narrow my eyes, answering him. “Yes, you’re hot.”

“That’s my girl.” He drives his cock into me all the way to the base.

My lungs cave in with the force, and my head grows weak as I struggle to take in a breath. He’s too big, too deep, too much, at the same time somehow not enough.

“Move,” I plead, and he instantly pulls out before pushing back into me.

I expect him to be fast, but it’s almost painfully slow, driving me crazy with each thrust.

“Please.”

I’m lifted to the center of the bed and flipped over onto my hands and knees before he enters me, filling me completely. He’s even deeper at this angle, and it’s almost too much to take.

“You have no idea what you do to me when you beg like that.” He grips my hips and slams himself into me, sending blood rushing to my head until my vision darkens on the verge of passing out.

I don’t want him to stop. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

He wraps his arm around my breast and pulls my back to his chest. The new angle is even more intense. He pushes two fingers between my teeth, burying them in my mouth. I suck the taste off them, moaning as they take over the same way his cock drives into my pussy.

The sensation is overwhelming, and my mind begins to black out, the view in front of me replaced with something else.

Something I shouldn’t be thinking of. Something off-limits.

My imagination turns Cole’s fingers into Griffin’s thick cock, pushing deep into my throat. He’s wide and hot as he fills my mouth. I run my tongue over the underside, swirling it, and he pushes deeper until I gag and my eyes water. He doesn’t pull back, repeating the motion again and again.

I moan, my hips rocking back into Cole’s cock while his stepdad takes my mouth.

Cole’s thick fingers graze my clit before flanking where his cock is entering me. “Your pussy is clenching around me, and you’re dripping down my sides. What kind of naughty thoughts are you having?”

Guilt pulls me back to reality, but Cole doesn’t remove his fingers, instead adding a third, stretching my mouth almost painfully.

“Do you want someone to fuck your mouth while I pound your pussy?”

I cry out as my orgasm slams into me, over and over again with a force I’ve never experienced.

Hot liquid fills me as Cole follows me over the edge.

My head collapses back, my limbs unable to move as shivers still make their way down my spine.

Cole’s teeth nip my ear. “Never hold anything back from me again. I want every dirty part of you. It’s all mine.”

His words fill me with warmth, a seductive sense of security that I want to hold on to. I nod in agreement, unable to utter a word. I’m beyond exhausted. I’ve chased the approval of men for most of my life, but nothing compares to him.

He wraps me in his arms, pulling my face to his chest and draping the blankets over us. My fingers trail the marks I left on him, and I’m filled with the need to leave more. To mark him for anyone to see. I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone, but if it’s him, I think I’d be okay with it. I think I’d feel safe.