Page 33 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Nova
I gestured towards the horizon and paddled out beside him, our boards bobbing with the swells.
“Seems like it’s going flat out here; this next ride might be the last one you get in today,” I explained.
“That’s okay,” he replied. “I know it takes practice and repetition. At least now I’ve learned a few basics I can build off of.”
“Yes, you have, but I want you to promise that you won’t decide to try it alone,” I cautioned. “I know some places that rent boards, and that’s awesome, but beginners should never be on the waves without a partner. There are too many things that can go wrong, and if no one is around to see that you’re in trouble, shit can go south with the speed of a lightning bolt. So, I need you to promise that you won’t go out alone.”
“I promise,” I said. “The only one I want to have teaching me is you.”
Hearing him say that made my heart happy. “I’ll make sure we squeeze in as many opportunities to practice as we possibly can,” I promised as I caught sight of a swell growing out of the corner of my eye and pointed him towards it.
Pride welled up in my soul as I watched him paddle out, determined and fearless. It wasn’t a big wave; I’d been careful to point out ones that grew to levels greater than his riding ability, so he wouldn’t chase them until he’d had dozens of smaller ones under his belt. Over the course of the day, he’d gotten smoother at getting to his knees and getting his feet under him. Standing was still a challenge; balancing on anything moving was a bitch. The biggest key was to breathe, relax, and settle into the flow.
He did that this time, bobbing on the board, maintaining a crouch before steadily rising. He rode that board for a handful of seconds before being thrown off this time, but the look of exhilaration on his face, coupled with his laughter and the whoop of joy he let out when he popped up, was proof that he knew he’d been successful. Laughing, Nova threw his armsaround me and planted a sizzling kiss on my lips as we clung to each other, treading water while messily making out.
“You did wonderful for your first time out,” I told him as we broke the kiss. “How about we head in and dig into those parfaits we picked up earlier?”
“I could totally pig out on strawberries, pineapple chunks, and pound cake.”
“You and me both.”
Tomorrow wasthebig day. His job interview. He’d been worried about nerves setting in and leaving him a wreck by morning until I’d promised to fill his day with activities that wouldn’t leave him with opportunities to run through what-ifs. I had faith in him, and it sounded like the folks he’d interned for had too. When I’d listened to him talk about the notes he’d left for his coworker, the attention to detail and step-by-step breakdown impressed me. It was his vacation, so I’d refused to pick his brain for thoughts on my subscription service packages and the various options I offered, but talking to him had gotten me thinking, and I’d made notes about several things to look into moving forward.
It was a short walk up the beach to reach the house, where we stored the boards back in the rack before entering through the mudroom. The best part of showering off the saltwater was stepping beneath the spray together, naked and happily getting handsy as we rubbed soap over each other’s skin in between kisses and teasing caresses that led to me pinning him to the wall.
My fingers threaded through his hair, while his hand wrapped around our cocks, pumping them until I groaned and tried to get him to pick up the pace. The look he gave me as he stepped back and waved a finger at me was a stunning mix of teasing and beguiling. Hot, so fucking hot as he slid to his knees, hands running over my thighs, that grin of his before he lappedat the water flowing over my cock; it was all so sinfully enticing that I longed to drag him inside and beg him to ride me for the rest of the night.
It was hard to be patient when he started sucking, hard not to crush his soaked hair in my fists and thrust, but letting him lead meant I was treated to a long, slow, drawn-out blowjob that left me sagging against the back of the shower stall, weak-kneed, panting, and too blissfully mind-blown to do anything but stay still and let him finish washing me.
“My turn,” I remarked when he reached for the knobs.
No way was I letting him turn the water off until I’d had the chance to reciprocate. His gasping moans when I took him in my mouth were quickly followed by low grunts and groans as I dug my fingers into his ass and tugged until he was fucking my mouth, precum dribbling on my tongue as his thrusts grew frantic. I glanced up in time to see him throw his head back and cry out when he finally came, my name echoing off the tile while he stood panting. Now it was my turn to clean him up, and we both left the shower on Jell-O legs, clinging to one another while we dried off, nearly falling over as we pulled our boxers on.
Didn’t require more clothing than that, at least not right now.
“I think ordering in supper might be the way to go tonight,” I suggested.
“Too bad the crab shack doesn’t do pickup,” he replied.
“Tell me about it,” I said. “Though at that point, I’d have to direct my clients to just pay Ezekiel directly, since that’s where all my money would go.”
Giggling, he parked himself at the table, while I grabbed our parfaits and the collection of menus I had stuck to my refrigerator door. In no time at all, we’d decided on Chinese food with plenty of shareable dishes, since neither of us had been ableto nail down exactly what we were in the mood for, besides a little bit of everything.
“After supper, can we head over to the hotel?” Nova asked. “I know I’m going to want to call it an early night, but I was hoping you’d sleep over in case I wake up and can’t get back to sleep. Showing up with dark circles under my eyes wouldn’t give the best impression.”
“Ahh, so you want me to make sure you are properly rested before we head over. I can do that. Let me call our order in, and then I’ll throw together an overnight bag. You have my personal assurance that you will get plenty of sleep before your interview tomorrow, even if I have to wear you out first.”
“If by wearing me out you mean another dose of what you gave me in the shower, then consider me at your mercy. My brain still hasn’t fully reset yet.”
“Same,” I said. “You damn near turned my soul inside out.”
“Not physically possible, but I will happily accept that glowing bit of praise just the same,” he replied.
I left him to finish his parfait after I’d called our order in and made sure Piper’s renewable food and water dishes were full, even though I’d only be gone for, at most, a day. I cleaned his litter box out too, which I usually did right before bed, packed my bag, and made sure the windows were closed on the off chance that it rained, though they weren’t calling for anything in the forecast.
My parfait was just as delicious when I finally did finish. Since the table out back was too small for the amount of food we’d ordered, Nova had broken out the paper plates, napkins, and cups so we wouldn’t have to worry about dishes. He had the smart speaker playing what I was coming to realize was his favorite of all my playlists. Filled with songs by Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, Nirvana, Stone Temple Pilots, andScreaming Trees, it was my homage to grunge, or at least, the early grunge that I’d grown up listening to.
“Thanks for getting everything set up,” I said as I slid my hand beneath his still damp curls to cup the back of his neck and give a gentle squeeze.