Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Lucian seemed fine to me. Maybe Cam was worrying for nothing? Either way, the man was clearly head over heels in love with my cousin, constantly aware of Cam’s presence, wanting him close, reaching out for those little touches and temple kisses, and that made me happy.
Like, it was equally clear that they were a foursome as well as two dynamics. Cam and Lucian had their thing, KC and Noa had their thing, and then they had their foursome thing. They all lived together in Mclean, not too far outside the city.
It had to be distracting with so many dicks in one bed, though. Daddy and I had no issues getting down and dirty to porn running in the background, whether it was two men or half a dozen, but our bed was totally just for him and me.
I’d grown so freaking territorial this year. Not like I was jealous in an insecure way; I just couldn’t get enough of Wyatt and our adventures together, and I wanted to share every part of my life with him. For instance, this summer when he’d asked if I was ready to move in with him? The sentence had barely left his mouth before I’d mauled him. Stuff like that. Also, I liked the extra ka-ching from renting out my place because I loved to buy gifts for Daddy and surprise him with outings that I planned myself.
“You’re usually not quiet, little love.” Daddy spoke for only me to hear, bringing me back to the present. “Is everything okay?”
Um, more than! I bussed his cheek. “Heck, yeah. I’m just happy for Cam, and I’m glad we only have two dicks in our bed.”
His eyes lit up with laughter, and he shook his head and kissed my forehead. “I could not agree more—though, I’d probably word myself differently.”
Yeah, probably.
I grinned.
It was a great moment to drop a hint, wasn’t it? Besides, the other four were busy talking about errands. Boring topic!
I leaned closer to Daddy and whispered in his ear. “Spoiler alert, Cam and Lucian might get married. Isn’t that awesome?”
We inched away at the same time, and I gauged his expression. I detected mirth and curiosity and maybe a pinch of confusion.
“If you say spoiler alert,” he replied, keeping his voice down, “the polite thing is to give a man a chance to bow out. Because what if I don’t want any spoilers?”
I blinked.
For crying out loud!
“Hey, Parker.” Noa stole my attention, and it was just as well. I’d just end up scowling at Daddy otherwise. He didn’t get it! So I turned to Noa instead, suddenly in a huffy mood. “Where are you guys spending Christmas? Are you flying back to LA?”
“No, we’re heading up to New York,” I answered. “We got so overwhelmed by the countless invitations to parties with too many people that we decided to run away. We’re gonna reenact parts from one of my favorite holiday movies, Home Alone 2.”
Ugh, and as I said it, I could no longer be annoyed with Daddy, because he was doing all this for me. He’d set the whole thing up, and he’d surprised me with the plan the other week. We were talking a suite at the Plaza, limo ride, ice cream cart next to the bed, a visit to a toy store or two, and a stroll through Central Park—sans run-ins with pigeon ladies.
“Oh my God, that sounds so freaking cool!” Noa turned to KC and Lucian. “Can we do that another year, please?”
I glanced up at Daddy and felt the last of my annoyance melt away. “I love you so much,” I whispered.
He squeezed my hand. “More than words can express, Parker.”
Fuck marriage—I already had way more than I’d ever dreamed of having.
DECEMBER 24
We took the train up to New York the following morning, and I was so excited that I couldn’t sit still in my seat. Also, Daddy was so sexy sitting next to me and reading a paper—which meant I’d lost my damn marbles, right? He was just reading the paper. Was that reason enough to get stars in my eyes?
Oh, whatever. I was cooked and done.
This Christmas was already epic.
To kill some time, I brought out my notebook from my backpack and dropped it on the table in front of us. Turtleton had to wait in my bag—I’d take him out once we got to the hotel. Now, list-making!
I wanted to visit the M&M store in Times Square, I wanted to buy funny slippers for Daddy and me, and I wanted—
“We should decide where to get lunch, sweetheart,” Daddy said. “Do you want to go out or have it delivered to the hotel?”
I pursed my lips and turned to him. We were who we were, and I very much wanted some cuddle time upon arrival, so I had the best idea ever.