Page 30 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

There was fresh green grass in the valley

Stars glittering in the midnight sky

We lost that ground when you failed to believe

You walked away and never said goodbye

You never ever told me why

Jaded

Jaded as the snow

My heart bleeds

Against the white

My black heart

Not willing to let go

Jaded…

Jaded as the snow

Crushing my life without words

You turned me from the world of lies

I lost my heart when you failed to believe

Now I’ve gotten wise

I don’t need to know why

We ran through the chorus one more time. The song was loud with a soulful melody. But the words…I hoped like hell Matty didn’t think it was him who inspired that song. Hell, we didn’t write it, which is why I’d pointed out where we got it.

After the chorus, the song turned faster, and Matty started dancing. Before I realized what was happening, he flung his shirt off.Fuck me. We should have stuck to Christmas Carols.

Finn stopped playing. “Whoa…this ain’t the strip club, dude.”

Tank set his bass back in the stand, purposefully looking away, while Gonzo covered his eyes with both hands as Matty shed his pants.

“Clothes are uncomfortable, especially for dancing. I’ve been good all night, Daddy.”

What the hell with the clothes? We were going to need a long talk about it. Again. “This isn’t music you dance to anyway, Matty.”

“I do.” He spun around. With his cock out. Geeze. He was so gorgeous, but I did not want my band brothers to see his private parts.

There was no choice. I grabbed him and threw him over my shoulder, hauling him off to our room. Down the stairs I went with Matty, giggling the entire way. He was so cute, I couldn’t even stay mad.

“I think you need a shower.” Maybe that would help sober him up. I turned on the water and put him in it. He wiggled and danced around under the water. I wasn’t sure how drunk he was. He’d only had a couple of brandies, and they were small. But he didn’t normally drink, so they were probably strong for him.

“Daddy. Watch me.” He turned and stuck his butt under the water, wiggling it. “I’m cleaning up.”

“Use soap.”

“Oh, yeah. Soapies.” He squeezed his body wash into his hand and lathered up his arms and chest.