Page 11 of Daddies’ Holiday Toy (Kissmass Daddies #1)

HOLLY

I need to get out of this cabin before I do something really, really stupid.

Like bend myself over the counter and beg Jack to take me right there once he comes back with that med kit to patch me up.

Or worse, throw myself at Liam or Reece, because let’s be honest, they’re just as gorgeous and probably just as dangerous to my sanity if the opportunity presents itself.

Dinner shouldn’t have been this warm and cozy.

It shouldn’t have felt like some kind of domestic fantasy I’d somehow stumbled into…the kind where I could almost forget this wasn’t my life and these weren’t the men I’d be coming home to every night.

But fuck me, that’s exactly what it feels like .

Jack keeps glancing at me from across the table with those stormy eyes of his, trying to read every secret thought I didn’t want anyone else to know about.

I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep my composure thus far while smiling politely and joining in their banter when I have to because inside?

I’m an utter fucking mess.

My skin feels too tight, my clothes too warm, and every cell in my body is screaming danger.

Ironically, not from them, it’s from myself.

When we finish, I stack plates automatically and head for the kitchen, desperate for some kind of task to ground myself in before I allow more of my fantasies to take root and make their permanent home lodged inside my brain.

Jack’s voice cuts through my thoughts, anyway, halting me right as I’m about to enter the kitchen.

“Holly, leave it. You’ve done enough. We’ll take care of this.”

I blink at him, caught off guard. “Oh. I don’t mind.”

Before I can finish though, Liam chimes in from where he’s leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“You heard ‘im. Also, hate to say it but it looks like you’re staying the night. Snow’s still coming down and there’s no way for a plow to come up this way to start clearing the roads until that happens.”

My heart drops.

Oh…fuck.

“No, I—I can make it. If I take it slow?—”

They all fix me with that same look they have been all damn night.

In a strange turn of events, or rather a memory that somehow gets dislodged from the back of my mind, it reminds me of the same one my dad used to give when he was laying down the law after I bothered him one too many times begging for him to play with me while he vegged in front of the TV.

Except these three?

That’s way scarier considering I’m not thinking of them at all like my father figures.

I want those tense expressions to undress me instead of reprimand me.

“You really don’t want to try it, Holly,” Reece says gently, his easy smile softening the words despite them being just as much of a disappointment. “You’d end up in a ditch before you hit the main road. Or off the side of the cliff.”

I hate that they’re right.

Because they are, I know they are.

I’m just being stubborn—or rather, trying to keep my self-preservation skills intact.

Keeping my bakery closed one more day isn’t the worst. I don’t have customers anyway.

“Fine,” I mumble, setting the plates back down on top of the table with a little more force than necessary.

Clearly, it’s not like I have a choice in this.

Even if I could manage to sneak around their watchful eyes and leave, they’re right: we’re completely snowed in.

There’s no way I’d be able to dig my car out of the driveway or get it down the mountain with two feet of snow covering the road.

My car’s a beast, but it’s not a snowcat.

I’m stuck whether I want to be here or not.

Reece smiles at me again.

“Good news though, I made up the guest room on the right side of the hallway for you. Fresh sheets and all. You’ll be nice and comfy.”

“Thanks,” I say, sighing. I didn’t need to tell him I’d already made it when I was cleaning earlier.

Before I can convince myself otherwise, my feet carry me toward the living room, retreating before my hormones betray me.

“Goodnight, Holly,” Jack calls after me.

Liam follows with, “Have a good sleep.”

“Night,” Reece adds, and it sends heat crawling up the back of my neck.

I practically bolt down to the guest room, shutting the door quietly behind me.

The second the lock latches into place, I sag against the door, trying to ignore how hard my heart is pounding.

What the hell is wrong with me.

Either my perpetual singleness has finally caught up with me, or I’m in desperate need of getting laid, because there’s no other explanation for why I should be acting like some rabid animal in heat.

It’s not like I’ve never been around hot men before.

Is the taboo the thrill?

I’ve never been that kind of thrill-seeker, so I can’t tell.

Moving away from my door, I fish my phone out of my pocket and unlock it.

My thumbs fly over my keyboard as I type out a message to my best friend, hoping like hell she’s still awake and not passed out after going out with some of her work friends.

Me: SOS! Trapped in a cabin with three insanely hot older men! Send help.

I wait…and wait…no response.

Of course.

Mallory’s probably asleep like I suspected or deep in another Netflix binge.

I toss the phone on the nightstand and flop down onto the bed, grabbing one of the pillows and pressing my face down into it to groan loudly.

Through the door, I can hear their laughter filtering down the hell, low and warm, mixed with the popping of beer bottles and the faint notes of some classic rock song playing softly.

I can’t make out the words of what they’re doing, but I don’t need to. My imagination is far too eager to fill in the blanks on its own.

Jack’s hands moving to grab me. Liam’s mouth trailing down my neck. Reece’s laugh rumbling against my back as he?—

I squeeze my eyes shut.

Stop it. Stop it.

But the memory of earlier won’t leave me alone.

Jack’s hands on me as he tended to my burn, the low rumble of his voice so close I could feel it in my bones.

The way his thumb brushed over my skin with a gentleness that shouldn’t have made my stomach flip.

Heat rushes between my legs.

God, send help…

I bite my lip and slip a hand under the waistband of my sweats before I can talk myself out of it.

My fingers trail lower, slow at first, tentative, as my mind spits out dangerous, shameful fantasies.

Jack pinning me against the counter, his stubble scraping my cheek as he growls in my ear.

Liam’s big hands on my hips, holding me in place as his mouth finds the tender curve of my shoulder to nip at.

Reece watching from the doorway with that cocky grin of his, voice low and teasing me.

A soft moan escapes me before I can stop it.

I bite down hard on the edge of my pillow to stifle the sound, my hips rocking as heat floods my belly and my fingers spread my folds wide.

I dip two inside my aching hole, wet and ready for them to arch deeper.

My orgasm is coming too fast.

Years of pent-up need and loneliness surging to the surface.

I’m barely able to rock my hips against the mattress a few dozen times when release comes and leaves me trembling.

The fingers on my other hand curl around the sheets as guilt crashes over me in a cold wave.

Holy shit. I just came to fantasies about them.

Ripping my hand out of my sweats, I scrub the other over my face as tears begin to prickle at the corners of my eyes.

I’m too disgusted with myself.

What if they found out what I’d been doing?

Their best friend’s kid touching herself to the idea of them trying to fuck her. Like they’d ever cross that boundary.

I’m delusional for even thinking of it as a possibility in the first place.

Shamefully, I clean up quickly, pulling my hoodie tighter around me as I burrow under the covers.

But sleep doesn’t come easy.

I can still hear them out there like they don’t have a care in the world, taunting me even further because a part of me wants to get up and go join them.

Jack, Liam, Reece…all of them too kind and too protective over me for barely knowing me at all.

And I’m too weak to resist wanting them.

Morning comes far too soon.

The pale gray light filtering through the curtains feels cold and unwelcoming when my eyes finally peel themselves open.

I force myself to get out of bed, needing fresh air.

Maybe I can slip out the door before any of them wake up.

That would be the best-case scenario.

Checking my phone, I find my best friend’s text waiting for me: a slew of question marks following her demand to call her ASAP.

Ignoring it, I slip out of my room and head down the hallway, keeping my steps light while I move.

The other doors are thankfully closed, no sounds of the partying from last night coming from the living room.

Reece is passed out on the couch, one arm stretched over his head while the other is draped over his stomach.

I stay still for a long moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest before moving again.

When I peek out the window, my breath fogs the glass.

The driveway is still completely buried, and the snowbanks that are formed around where the road should look higher than the damn cars buried in front of it.

My stomach sinks.

Well, shit.

“Looking for an escape route?”

I yelp, spinning around to find Reece sitting up and stretching his arms above his head, his smile is as easy as ever.

“Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Checked a little bit ago. Weather says we’re snowed in for the weekend, so looks like you’re not going anywhere.”

My stomach drops.

Oh, fuck me sideways.