Page 12 of Hampton Holiday Collective
He bites down on my neck, then licks the spot to soothe the sting. I have to physically stop myself from wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I offer, hands on his chest in an attempt to fend him off. “I’ll do the dishes, and you go wear out the kids. If they’re exhausted enough, maybe everyone will stay in their beds all night… and we can pick this back up in a few hours.”
He raises a fist to his mouth and bites down on his knuckles with a groan. “You drive a hard bargain, angel.”
“I look forward to when you drive something hard into me tonight,” I retort.
“Daph-ne,” he groans, dropping his head to my shoulder dramatically.
“You guys okay?” Maddie asks, pulling us out of the moment.
Fielding shoots up straight, then turns on his heel to glare at his sister-in-law. I catch his elbow and squeeze in warning.
“We’re good,” I assure her, holding back a smirk.
Maddie yawns and pulls out her phone. “What time are we leaving in the morning?”
We have plans to go Black Friday shopping, followed by a girls’ lunch. This will be Winnie’s first time going out with us, and she’s over-the-moon excited.
“Is four too early?” I ask.
“Nope,” Maddie assures me with a smile as she sets an alarm on her phone. “I’m usually up at four to pee, and half the time I can’t go back to sleep anyway.”
“I’m heading up to bed now, though,” she explains through another yawn. “Dem’s got the kids watching some weird history of Thanksgiving special on the Food Network.”
“Uh-oh,” Fielding mutters. “Better go save the kids from boredom.”
He turns back to where I’m still perched on the countertop and looks me up and down, his eyes bright and sincere.
“You’re sure you don’t want my help?”
“I’m good,” I assure him. “But if you want to handle bedtime on your own, I won’t object since you’ll be gone the next two nights.”
Typically, I don’t mind when Fielding works the night shift at the children’s urgent care in town. But it’s been a long day already, and while Winnie typically goes down without a fuss, the boys are hit or miss in terms of cooperation.
“I was already planning on it,” he tells me with a grin, then kisses me on the tip of my nose. “I’ll have Dem help me bring up decorations once the kids are down, but then I’ll find you and make good on that deal.”
Chapter 10
Fielding
Ipulloffmysweater, discard my jeans, and roll out my shoulders before glancing at the clock on the nightstand.
It’s just past midnight. The boys gave me a run for my money at bedtime. Surprisingly, it was Wesley who needed the extra snuggles and water tonight. Then it took Dempsey and me almost an hour to find all the Christmas totes in the basement and haul them upstairs.
I drop my clothes in the hamper, then glance to where Daphne is snuggled under the covers in bed. She’s quiet and still, the only noise in the room her slow, even breathing. I climb into bed as quietly as possible, intent on letting her sleep since she has to get up in just a few hours.
But as I shift toward the middle of the mattress to wrap her in my arms, I’m surprised by the tickle of fuzz between my fingers. My heart rate ratchets up as I smooth one hand over her ass and discover more unfamiliar fabric.
I scramble for my phone on the nightstand and turn on the flashlight, setting it to the lowest brightness so I can investigate exactly what’s going on here.
I can’t hold back the appreciative groan that rises out of me when I flip back the covers and get a good look at what she’s wearing.
Daphne’s lying flat on her stomach, her head turned to one side, dark hair fanned out around her, donning a red and white Mrs. Claus-inspired nightie. The red lacy fabric just barely covers her ass, and the whole damn thing is trimmed in faux white fur.
That’s going to feel insane on my balls when I ram into her. My angel is anything but virtuous in the bedroom. She likes it rough; and I always aim to please.
I shuck off my boxer briefs and throw them to the side, then fist my cock as I settle between her legs.