Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I inclined my head and leaned forward a bit. “My pleasure, son. Really. KC’s already given me permission to take you out for a spin on the puppy-play course when the weather clears.”
Noa was no longer happy. “Fuck.”
“…and I feel like this is more a gift for Daddy and Master.” Shay stole my focus when he unboxed…something. A notebook—okay, a journal. A nice one, at that. Leather-bound. Monogrammed too, I noticed. Except, ST for…Shay Tenley? Because I was fairly certain Shay’s last name was Acton.
“It’s for their enjoyment, certainly,” Kingsley agreed. “But what brat doesn’t love writing about his feelings?”
“Um, me!” Kit laughed.
“Yeah, seriously,” Corey snickered. “That’s so boring.”
“The ones who don’t like it are probably those who need it the most,” River said. “Wonderful gift. He’s gonna use it every day.”
Shay sent a more genuine smile to Kingsley. “Kidding aside, I appreciate this a lot—especially the monogram. Thank you, Sir.”
“What monogram?” Reese was officially lit. He squinted at the journal. “Hot fuckin’ damn. Kingsley—oh, c’mere, you.” He rose from his seat and stumbled over to where Kingsley and Tate sat, and that was when we started laughing. Reese was an affectionate drunk.
Before we knew it, Reese was giving Kingsley a sloppy smooch that had Tate reaching for his phone.
“Keep going,” he demanded.
“Hey—ho, ho, ho-bag!” Santa hollered. “We have one more gift for a brat! Now, I don’t know who Greer is, but he sure sounds handsome and incredibly intelligent. Merry Christmas, sweet little Kit. From Greer.”
“That’s me!” Kit exclaimed happily. “I’m sweet little Kit!”
“Kit, you say?” Archie cocked his head and tapped his chin. “Oh, right! It’s time for another random search by Santa.”
The look on my boy’s face. He stopped mid-step and nearly dropped his jaw.
“What’re you waiting for, dear? Go to Santa,” Luke urged.
Kit flushed bright red and tiptoed over to Greer. “Um, hi, Santa.”
“Hello, sweet boy. You can sit right here on Santa’s lap.” Greer patted his thigh.
I leaned back and got comfortable.
A rush of relief swept through me along with memories from our discussion about “safe” partners. Greer truly fucking was one of them. I knew exactly what was gonna happen, and I couldn’t wait to witness every bit of it. Worries on this matter had ceased to exist. It was liberating as fuck.
Sometimes we just needed to screw our heads on right again.
Once Kit was positioned sideways across Greer’s lap, Luke stepped closer, keeping our boy within reach.
“Have you been a good boy for your Daddies this year?” Santa began rubbing Kit’s thighs a little. “You keepin’ them on their toes and satisfied?”
The magic combination.
“I think so, Sir.” Kit squirmed and flicked a glance my way.
I took the opportunity to undo my pants and rub Macklin’s neck. I wanted Kit to know everything was fine—more than fine.
“That’s good to hear,” Santa said. “I happen to know your Daddies are insatiable for their little boy’s pretty holes.”
“Jesus,” I heard Tate whisper.
Macklin leaned in and kissed my jaw. “Please let me take care of you, Sir.”
I nodded and parted my knees best I could, and he sank down onto the floor between my legs.
“Do you know which holes I’m talking about?” Santa asked.
Kit swallowed hard and nodded. “Maybe my mouth?”
“That’s one.” Santa brushed his thumb over Kit’s bottom lip, then slowly pushed it into his mouth. “Let’s see how hard you can suck.”
From afar, Kit’s reactions seemed more forceful. His trembling, the shivers, the nerves flicking in his eyes, how he wrung his hands, and how he wriggled his toes restlessly. Sometimes it was necessary to take a step back to get the whole picture, and I had to admit I was enjoying it.
I was enjoying Macklin’s attention on me too. Once my cock was out, he took over. He licked the length of it, gripped the base, and seemingly settled in to put all his focus on me.
As he eased my cock into his mouth, I combed my fingers through his hair and shifted my gaze back to Kit, Santa, and Luke—who had closed the distance. He was right behind our boy so Kit could lean back against him a little.
“That’s wonderful,” Luke murmured. “It’s important to always be a good boy for Santa Claus.”
From the corners of my eyes, I noticed several of our friends taking advantage of the situation to enjoy each other, but I had enough partners to keep track of. Greer was multitasking too. He kept his gaze fixed on Kit, who sucked greedily on Santa’s thumb, but when Santa spoke, it was to Luke.
“It’s nice when Daddy’s a good boy for Santa too.”
Oh yeah, he went there.
I smirked. Luke narrowed his eyes at Santa but said nothing, and I knew why. Luke wanted to get in on the action. He’d jumped my fucking bones right after my photo shoot with Greer, and he’d said, “Next time, use me too.”