Father Christmas - Page 36

“I believe it’s yours.”

She shakes her head. “Finn, no. You can’t...”

“Too late, baby girl. I already did.” I coax her toward the SUV with a hand at the small of her back.

She peers though the windows. “But this is a car.”

“Very observant.”

“This is...my car?”

“It’s got your name on the title.” I can already see her apprehension draining away, making room for excitement. “I thought we could drive back to Nashville, take our time, see the sights along the way.”

Finally, she smiles. “I’d love that.”

Within seconds, she’s bouncing with energy, racing around the vehicle, opening doors and testing the moonroof. When she throws her arms around my neck, I catch her, lifting her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she says. I hold her like that for a good long while, savoring the pleasure of having her in my arms.

“Don’t thank me yet. That’s only half your present.”

“What?” She tenses, lowering her boots to the ground. “How can a car be only half a present?”

“There’s another key on that chain.”

“Well, where does that one go to?”

“Yesterday, we promised your mom we’d keep things family friendly while we’re all under the same roof. Last night, we came very close to violating that agreement.” I nod to the cabin behind us. “So, I got us a different roof.”

I note the slight change in her breathing, and the flush inching up her neck. “You mean we can sleep together?”

“I hope we do a hell of a lot more than that.” I cradle her jaw and angle my lips over hers. If I wasn’t one-hundred percent convinced that this cabin was just what we needed before, I’m absolutely swayed now.

“Can we go inside?” she whispers. She yips like a puppy as I lift her into my arms.

“We can do whatever we want, baby girl. It’s your cabin. I know it’s a little smaller than other one, but there is a jetted tub in the bathroom.”

“Are you going to give me a bath, Daddy?”

My cock swells at the thought of us soaking in the tub while I play with her pussy beneath the bubbles, not to mention how incredible her tits are gonna look half-covered in suds.

“Later,” I growl. “I want to get you dirty before I clean you up.”

I recapture her lips. She moans around my tongue.

“I love it when you get me dirty.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re my dirty girl. Now get that key ready, baby. Daddy’s gonna lose his fucking mind if he doesn’t get inside you.

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