Page 21 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Rowan

“Come for Daddy.”

He groans, tenses, and then shudders, his arse squeezing my fingers tight. I come just as violently, my cock quivering and jerking against his. I slip my fingers free of his arse. We kiss and pant and kiss some more. I brush his sweaty, floppy hair away from his forehead and kiss his sweat-soaked skin.

“Warmer now?” I ask.

He laughs. “Very warm, Daddy.”

The windows are completely steamed up. My top—myhiredtop—is soaked with our cum, as is my jumper. I don’t care. I kiss him some more, unable to get enough of the taste of him. It’s unbelievable. A few minutes ago, I was resisting my desire for him, playing the dutiful boss. Now all I can think about is getting him somewhere—anywhere—else and fucking him senseless. What is wrong with me?

“That was so good,” he says. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“More.”

“I’m not sure that’s possible.”

“Trust me, it is.” I hold him against me, tucking the blanket firmly around us.

He rests his head on my shoulder. “I’m sleepy now, Daddy. Warm and sleepy.”

I kiss the crown of his head. “Sleep, then, boy. I’ll keep you warm.”

He makes a contented sound. “I know you will. You’re a good Daddy.”

And, right now, while we’re trapped, I don’t want to be anything else.

8

ROWAN

I wake in Damon’s arms, warm and snuggly, despite being naked from the waist down. It wasn’t a dream.

“Good nap, boy?” Damon asks.

“Uh-huh.” I sit upright, rub my eyes, and then smile at the gorgeous man whose lap I’m straddling. “You’re very comfy.”

He chuckles. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It was, Daddy.”

He nods at the window. “It’s stopped snowing.”

He’s right. I can see the sky again, the moon and stars. The landscape is blanketed in glistening snow.

“We won’t be able to move the car yet,” he says.

I still can’t tell where the road is.

“We won’t be able to go anywhere until the snow melts, or a snowplough comes along.”

I purse my lips. “That could be several hours yet.”

“Certainly not until morning.”

I click my fingers. “Aww, we’re stuck here. Together.” I drop my voice to a sexy whisper before kissing him.

“I don’t mind. Do you?”

“Not anymore.” Especially if we can repeat the fun we had before I took a nap.