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Coach

I never really felt that old until I started hanging out with a bunch of twenty-something-year-olds.

Now?

Just call me the Crypt Keeper.

Yeah, that probably aged me too. Don’t know him? That’s what Google’s for. I’m busy being old. I don’t have time to school you.

Don’t get me wrong. I kept up pretty well. Skied circles around a few of them. Not Lars. That boy was in a league of his own on skis. All the swimming and exercise had done me well. Even still, days of skiing, ice skating, and a long morning of snowmobiling left the ol’ bones aching.

I was feeling all forty years of my age as we drove into the rental place to return the snowmobiles. I’d admit I was proud of these boys. Instead of going to a bar or hiring a stripper for a bachelor party for Kruger, they chose to rip up a mountain covered in snow.

For as boneheaded as they all were, they had some maturity too. At least in the places that mattered most.

Don’t tell them I said that. They’d take it as a personal challenge to prove me wrong.

One by one, the engines shut off, and I glanced over at Bodhi who was parked beside me, grinning from ear to ear like the little troublemaker he was. He drove like a bat out of hell with no inkling of consideration for his safety. Every time I caught up to him, it was like he knew he was gonna get a lecture because he’d gun it again, leaving behind a tidal wave of snow.

Brat.

Tucking my helmet in my lap, I twisted around to watch him. Even bundled up in black snow pants, boots, and a bright-yellow parka with a fur-lined hood against his back, he still managed to look sexy. After cutting the engine, he reached up to tug off his helmet, the beanie on his head going with. His hair was long enough now that it curled some and stuck out everywhere around his head. Sort of looked like a golden halo, but he was no angel, so I kept that observation to myself.

His cheeks were bright pink when he turned toward me, flashing a toothy smile as bright as the snow. “That was gnarly,” he called.

I glowered, and he smirked. “Something wrong, Em?”

I swung my leg off the sled and walked toward him, my boots crunching through the snow as I went. The smile on Bodhi’s face slipped, and his blue eyes widened as he watched me. The energy around us shifted as I straddled his sled and lowered, forcing him to slide back to make room for me.

Our knees bumped, and I planted my gloved palms on the seat between us, leaning in to invade his personal space.

“Did you enjoy making me worry about you the entire morning?” I rumbled quietly.

I couldn’t see his throat work because of all our layers, but I heard him swallow. “I don’t know what you mean.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Are you lying to me right now?”

The tip of his pink tongue darted out to swipe over his chapped lower lip. “No, Daddy,” he whispered.

Ah, that was the stuff. Fucking thrilled me right to my core when he slipped into our dynamic so easily. Told me exactly where his headspace was and exactly what he needed.

Days of round-the-clock activity and people might be something I felt in my old bones, but for Bodhi, it was mental, not physical.

I swayed closer, holding him hostage with my unrelenting stare. “So you’re telling me that every time I came close to tell you to slow it the hell down, you didn’t speed off on purpose?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Shock widened his eyes. “I mean no, Daddy.”

He was fucking adorable, wasn’t he? I had to fight the urge to smile and ruffle the wild waves tousling in the wind.

“Which is it, baby?”

“I was having fun.”

I made a sound, reaching into his lap to grab the knit beanie out of the helmet. “Good to know you think giving your daddy a heart attack is fun.”

“Well, if you had your way, I’d drive like a granny,” he smarted off.

I gave him a hard look, and his lips rolled in. “And now look at you sitting here in the bitter cold with no hat. Your ears are going to freeze.” I tugged the thick black hat over his head and adjusting it so the bill could keep the sun out of his eyes. “Probably just use that as an excuse to listen to me even less,” I muttered.

He laughed under his breath. My heart fumbled. “Mmhmm,” I hummed. I gave the hat one last tug around his ears, making sure they were covered. “That good?”

“Thank you,” he said, eyes sweeping my face.

I didn’t think about it, just leaned in and captured his lips. Our skin was cold but our breath was warm, and we both instantly opened for more. Even though it had only been hours, it somehow felt like days since I’d had his lips on mine, and I groaned low because it felt so right. Slipping my hands beneath his thighs, I tugged him closer so his legs draped over mine. His hand wrapped around the ski pass fastened on the zipper of my jacket, and his other hand went up to my jaw.

The second his glove met my face, he pulled back with a frustrated sound. Our lips popped apart, and my words formed a white cloud between us. “What’s wrong?”

His teeth clamped down on the tip of his glove and yanked. It fell between us, and Bodhi pushed his palm back against my jaw, which had a thicker beard than usual. It was cold here, so why not?

He hummed happily, fingers rubbing over the short dark hair, and leaned in again. My tongue barely had time to tangle with his when throats started clearing behind me.

“We’re in public.” Wes.

“This is indecent.” Ryan.

“Think their lips will freeze together?” Win.

“If they do, I’m not helping to separate them.” Max.

“Hey, Rush, what’s it like seeing your brother make it with your dad?” Kruger.

“I kiss his daughter to make myself feel better.” Rush.

Grumbling, I pulled back to glare at the mouth breathers crowding behind us. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Not really,” Prism replied.

“We have to turn in all the keys together,” Arsen informed me, holding up a set of keys.

Turning my back to the peanut gallery, I focused on the one in my lap. “Put your glove on, Goldilocks,” I said, picking up his discarded glove to hold it for him to push his fingers inside.

Before doing so, he rubbed the pads of his fingers against my beard one last time, a little bit of dejection swirling in his eyes.

I made up my mind then that after I made sure he was fed, we’d spend the rest of the afternoon in our room. With the door locked.

“Soon,” I said quietly as he tugged the glove on.

He nodded once, then climbed off the snowmobile.

“Moving a little slow there, Coach,” Ryan observed as I followed.

“Coach, are you okay?” Lars worried.

“I’m fine,” I answered, gruff. “I’ve been sitting in the same position for hours, and it’s cold.”

“You should hit the hot tub when we get back,” Arsen suggested.

“I’m fine,” I replied grabbing Bodhi’s keys, then going over to grab mine. I realized it was a little quieter than usual. “Where’s Owens?” I asked, looking around.

“I have his keys,” Ryan said, holding them up. “He left early. Had a date.”

“So long as he isn’t lying on the mountain somewhere,” I mumbled as we traipsed into the small hut to return the keys.

“Your concern for us warms my heart,” Rush mused.

“If it was you, I’d leave you lying out there.”

“That burned so hot it melted some snow,” Kruger quipped.

Once the snowmobiles were returned, Arsen, Prism, and Kruger went to meet Prism’s grandmother at the airport. Everyone else went to the lodge for some food and to get a few runs in before the girls were done at the spa.

They invited us, but I waved them off. I needed a break before my ears started bleeding. “C’mon, Goldilocks,” I said, wrapping an arm around Bodhi’s waist to lead him toward the café inside the lodge. “You haven’t eaten since earlier this morning.”

In here was a little less formal than the dining room. There were double-sided fireplaces, tables, and comfortable chairs to sit in.

There was also a bar where you could order drinks and from a smaller ready-to-eat menu.

“Can’t we just go back to the chalet?” he asked.

“No, because the second we get there, I’ll just want to drag you to our room. You gotta eat first.”

“Or maybe you need to sit down for a while,” he teased.

My fingers tightened around his waist. “I might be a little sore, but I’m not so sore that I can’t remind you who’s in charge around here.”

A couple at a nearby table right in front of one of the fireplaces got up, and I steered us in that direction, wanting to grab the spot before someone else did.

“Take your coat off,” I said, gruff, pulling off my hat and stripping layers to drape them over a chair.

Bodhi did the same, and I nudged him toward a chair. “Sit down. I’ll get us some food. You want coffee or hot chocolate?”

Instead of sitting, he rotated, pushing me toward the chair. “You sit. I’ll get it.”

I was about to protest, but his palms slid over my chest as he stepped so close our boots bumped.

“You always take care of me. Let me do something for you for once,” He implored.

I started to shake my head.

“Please, Daddy.”

I sighed.

The little shit smiled. Happy he won, he leaned in and pecked a kiss to my cheek.

“You need some ChapStick.” I was gruff.

Laughing, he pulled back, digging into the zippered pocket of his snow pants. Seconds later, he was swiping a black tube over his dry lips. I watched the action like I was the one dehydrated and felt my dick twitch when he rubbed together his newly slicked-up lips.

“Better?” he asked, capping it and tucking it back in his pocket.

I crooked a finger at him.

He waved a finger back at me. “If I let you kiss me, I’ll just have to reapply it.”

He was really trying me, wasn’t he?

“I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving me there to watch his ass saunter away.

He didn’t even ask me if I wanted coffee or hot chocolate.

Shaking my head, I dropped into the cushioned armchair and fought the urge to prop my feet on the coffee table in front of me. I settled for spreading my thighs and leaning back with a sigh. The heat the flaming fireplace threw off felt nice after a morning in the wind.

My gaze strayed across the room to the bar where Bodhi stood, looking at the menu board on the counter. Never thought I’d be spending my winter break at a massive ski chalet at some bougie resort with a bunch of my swimmers and daughter. And attending a wedding no less.

I still had to remind myself that sometimes these weren’t just my swimmers. They were my family now. As much of a loner as I was… I wasn’t alone anymore.

Bodhi looked up from the menu and must have smiled because the girl behind the counter blinked like she was dumbstruck. I almost laughed because it was probably what I looked like the first time I got a smile out of him.

They were a lot harder to come by then than they were now. But clearly, they were no less devastating.

The girl behind the counter fumbled with a paper cup she’d been writing his order on, and it dropped behind the counter. Flustered, she disappeared below and must have hit her head because when she reappeared, she was rubbing her crown.

Bodhi said something, and she looked sheepish, dropping her hand from her mussed hair, and then smiled at him, forgetting she was supposed to be doing her job.

I was in no mood to sit here and watch people fawn all over what was mine. I was sore, hungry, and already feeling on edge from the way he was bratting around all morning. I pushed out of the chair to go tell Bodhi to stop smiling at people but only made it a few steps when I collided with something hard.

Cursing, I bounced back, the wall I rammed into stopping my movement. An arm shot out, hand gripping my bicep. I almost knocked it away until I realized they weren’t helping me but themselves.

“ Shit ,” the low voice slurred. “First, I hit my ass on the slopes, now almost inside too.”

I looked up, eyes colliding with a pair of blue ones glinting with embarrassment.

“Maybe I should just go back to my cabin. Clearly, I’m a hazard to myself and everyone in my vicinity.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t really one for small talk unless it had to do with work and swimming. Instead, I glanced down to where he was still gripping my arm.

He cleared his throat and snatched his hand away. “Sorry. But really, thank you. It could have been ugly if you weren’t sturdy enough to keep us both from going down.” He smiled, pushing the longish brown hair off his forehead.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said.

“Right,” He replied, slightly awkward. My resting bitch face had that effect on people.

Well, except for the morons I coached. Probably why they ended up becoming my family.

“Sorry again,” he said and then shifted to change direction and walk away.

He was limping.

“Are you okay?” I heard myself ask. I mean, he did ram into me pretty hard.

“Oh, this?” He gestured to his leg. “This wasn’t from you. I really meant it when I said I spent more time on my ass than on my skis.” He chuckled. “I guess that’s what I get for thinking I could still ski like I did in my twenties.”

I grunted. “Now that, I understand.”

“You?” He rotated to face me again. He was tall, wearing a blue sweater that said Après Ski across the front and a pair of snow pants. His cheeks were chapped like he’d definitely been out on the slopes all morning. “You don’t look like you have that problem.”

“I just hide it better,” I told him.

He laughed. “Callum,” he said suddenly, holding his hand out.

I glanced at it a moment, then briefly shook it. “Emmett.”

“I guess I’ll have to work on that. Especially since this is only day two out of eight. I got a lot more aches and pains heading my way.”

“Well, good luck.”

I never said I was a talker. What should I have done? Invite him to sit down so I could read him his fortune?

Pass.

I started away, but he called my name. I turned back.

His windburned cheeks seemed to deepen in color. “I don’t suppose you have any time to give an out-of-practice guy some tips.”

“Some tips,” I repeated.

He nodded. “Yeah, you know, on the slopes.”

“He’s busy,” a new voice interjected into the conversation. Bodhi stepped around me, two mugs in his hands. One was piled with whipped cream and candy cane sprinkles and the other with a reasonable amount of whipped cream and no sprinkles.

“Oh,” Callum said, eyes swinging to Bodhi and then back to me. “I didn’t realize you were on a family trip. What a nice way to spend some father-son time.”

…

…

My brain was sputtering… throwing up error codes like it couldn’t possibly compute.

Dear God, he thinks Bodhi is my son.

The sound of mugs plunking down on a nearby table barely registered. Nor did the arms looping around my neck. But the body rubbing against mine got a few synapses firing.

I blinked, glancing down at Goldilocks who was acting like a piece of saran wrap and plastering himself against me.

“Well, I do call him Daddy .”

The other man’s eyes widened. Then widened more. “Oh. Oh .”

“Don’t act so surprised,” Bodhi said, his brain obviously working just fine. “Clearly, you see how irresistible he is. That’s why you’re over here trying to eat.”

Callum’s face puzzled. “ Eat ?”

Apparently, he was not hip with the new-gen lingo, and clearly, I wasn’t as old as I thought because I knew exactly what Bodhi meant.

I also knew he was seething with jealousy.

Ah, sweet satisfaction.

Bodhi turned so his back was plastered against my front like a little jealous blond shield. He went as far as twisting his arms behind him to wrap around to me.

“Let me make it clear. He’s mine. In every way. So get lost before your limp turns into something more serious.”

“Bodhi,” I warned.

He glanced over his shoulder, his blue eyes narrowing. “Don’t try me, Emmett.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“I read the situation wrong. I apolo?—”

“Why aren’t you leaving?” Bodhi snapped.

Callum’s eyes flew to mine.

Bodhi growled and launched forward. I caught the hood lying against his neck and pulled him back.

Callum skedaddled, knocking over a stool as he went. What a chicken shit.

Bodhi made a sound. “Fucking barnacles.”

Clearly, he’d been spending time with the girls.

Barnacle (n.): Sticky little crustaceans that like to attach themselves to things in the water, and once they’ve latched on, they’re crusty and hard to remove.

“I don’t think he qualifies as a barnacle,” I said, trying not to show my amusement at his raging jealousy. I mean, he did just threaten a man.

Bodhi spun, the action dislodging the hold I had on his shirt. “Did you just defend him?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe I should call him back for you, Emmett ,” Bodhi spat, his face contorting into an expression I hadn’t seen in a while. Something feral. “Maybe you enjoyed having him drool all over you.”

My stare narrowed into slits, and the muscles in my back tensed as I took a warning step toward him.

He moved fast, grabbing one of the mugs off the table close by and flinging the contents right at me. The liquid was hot but not scalding as it splashed against my chest, my sweater soaking it up instantly. My skin tingled where it hit, obviously feeling the heat, but I didn’t outwardly react or rush to pull the shirts over my head.

We were in the middle of a café for fuck sake.

I felt the eyes of people around the room, but I ignored them because their shock didn’t matter.

The second the entire contents of the cup slapped into my upper body, some of it even splattering my dense scruff, Bodhi froze. His face mirrored the surprise I felt as he glanced down at the mug in his hand, noting the clump of whipped cream clinging to the rim.

I looked down, observing the candy pieces sticking to the drenched sweater, and then back up at Bodhi. I stayed calm, but he looked like he was ready to shatter.

“Do you feel better now?” I asked passively.

His lower lip wobbled. I locked down the immediate urge to comfort him.

Stealing himself, he straightened his shoulders, stare burning with blue fire. “You deserved it.”

A throat cleared from a few feet away. I glanced over to see the girl that had been flirting with Bodhi earlier with two plates in her hand. “Your food is ready,” she said, clearly unsure what to do.

Bodhi turned and ran out, mug still in his clutches.

“Should I pack it to go?” the girl asked.

“Put it on the table there,” I said, pointing to where we’d been sitting and where our coats still lay. “And bring another one of… whatever the hell this was,” I said, pointing at my shirt.

“A peppermint mocha,” she replied.

“And a fresh coffee. Black. Just put it there.” I started after Bodhi. Over my shoulder, I added, “Sorry for the disturbance. I’ll tip you very well.”

After that, I headed out into the lobby where there were a bunch of shops. I gazed around, not sure which way he went. The concierge at a nearby desk cleared his throat. I spared him a glance, and he pointed a white-gloved finger to a restroom across the way.

I barreled into the space without a second thought, the door slamming into the wall with the force of my haste. It was a private bathroom—meaning only one stall. Bodhi was standing in the center of the room, staring at the mug.

I turned around, heading to the door, and he made a stricken sound.

I threw the lock and doubled back to where he stood. I pulled the mug from his hand, and he looked up.

“I didn’t mean to.”

I tossed the mug in the trashcan. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“How overwhelmed you were.”

“I’m not!”

My hand shot out to collar the back of his neck. “Is that the way it needs to be?”

“Fuck off, Emmett. You were the one out there eye-fucking some other man!”

“You wanna throw hot coffee on me? Fine. You wanna be a brat and cause a scene in the middle of a café? That’s fine too,” I said low and calm. “But to accuse me of looking at another man when all I see is you? I can’t allow that, baby. I won’t.”

He made a gruff sound and moved to storm off. I yanked him back, plastering my front against his back. Using my larger size, I bullied him into the nearby wall, pinning him with my bulk.

He squirmed, but I held him in place, saying nothing until his body went slack.

Only then did I pull back, reaching down to yank everything on his lower half down around his knees with one hard tug.

He didn’t protest, just arched his back, sticking his ass out while pushing his cheek closer against the wall.

He was wearing a thong today. A pale-pink shade, the strip of fabric so thin it was invisible between his rounded ass cheeks. The only indication it was even there was the bow just above the crack of his ass and the waistband stretching around his hips on either side.

The sweetness of the color and bow made my stomach swoop, and a little bit of guilt pinched my heart.

Smack! I laid into him without warning.

He muffled his cry by laying his arm against the wall and pressing his mouth against it.

Smack! I smacked the other cheek just as hard as the first and then, smack! cracked my palm across the center of his ass, right over his crack.

“Em!”

“What did you just call me?” I growled, slapping his ass again.

He didn’t pull away. He kept his ass presented to me, which only fueled my anger.

“Say it,” I demanded, spanking him again and then digging my fingers into his crack to snap the strap of the thong.

He whimpered. “Daddy.”

“Good boy,” I said, smoothing my palm lightly over his already reddened ass.

“We can’t do this here.”

Crack! Smack! I spanked him again, then again, stepping back to watch his ass jiggle. Just the sight had my dick rock hard. My handprint marking his skin only made me feel more motivated to do this here and now.

Blanketing his back with my body, I rested my arms on either side of him, pushing until he was flat against the wall.

“I will spank you anytime, anyplace if you need it,” I growled into his ear. “If you didn’t want a spanking in a public bathroom, you should have told me you were this needy before it got to this point.”

“I wasn’t.”

The sound of more spanking echoed around the room. Bodhi groaned and pushed his ass back while humping the air.

“Look at this needy boy,” I said low. “Telling his daddy he doesn’t need a spanking and then bending over for it and practically begging.”

Caressing my fingers over the swell of his bottom and then down over the tops of his thighs, I went on. “I told you to never let it get this bad, didn’t I? I told you to come to me when you were feeling bottled-up and overwhelmed.” I smacked the tops of his thighs, making him buck and straighten.

Whining, he backed up to rut his stinging ass against the rigid dick not even my snow pants could hide. I let him for a moment, fingering the bow against his ass before grabbing his hips and stopping his movement.

“ Daddy ,” he begged.

“We aren’t done.”

He bent at the waist, immediately wiggling his red ass. The sound of more swift, thorough smacks reverberated around the room. Bodhi braced his palms on the wall to support his weight, bowing his back. “More. Please more.”

I gave him what he asked for, what he clearly needed, surprised once more it had gotten this bad. We’d just had sex last night.

But this wasn’t about sex. This was something else.

“You acted carelessly out on the trails this morning. You knew your daddy wanted you to slow down. You know the rules.” Smack. Smack. “What are the rules, Goldilocks?”

“Fuck your rules.”

I laid into his upper thighs again. When they were bright red, I said, “Hold your ass open.”

“I can’t.”

“I said hold it open.”

Whimpering, he reached around to peel his buttocks apart. I hummed at the sight of this hole and the pink string rubbing against it.

“Please don’t,” he tried, but it was half-assed. He wanted this. He needed it.

I hooked my thumb under the string and snapped it, then again, making sure it slapped right against his sensitive flesh.

He panted and squirmed, releasing his cheeks to sag against the wall.

“Rules,” I growled.

“Be careful with myself,” he said.

“And why do you need to take care of yourself?”

“Because my daddy loves me.”

“That’s right. And I want you to be safe. I’d never survive if something happened to my baby.”

“Then why were you flirting with someone else?”

“That’s what pushed you over the edge, wasn’t it, baby?” I murmured, petting his flesh. “I knew you were getting needy, but I thought you could make it through a meal.”

“You’re mine,” he spat, looking over his shoulder at me with red cheeks and glassy eyes. “I won’t let anyone take you.”

“I don’t want anyone but you, sweetheart,” I said even as I realized he was beyond words. I mean, he threw a mocha all over me for shit’s sake.

Reaching into the zippered pocket of my snow pants, I grabbed two packets of single-use lube and stuck them between my teeth while unlacing the front to push them down.

Bodhi glanced over his shoulder at my newly bared dick and whimpered. “Please, Daddy.”

“I’m coming,” I promised, pulling aside the thin strip of this thong and ripping the lube open with my teeth.

After squeezing some onto my fingers and coating my shaft, I drizzled what was left in his crack.

He hissed at the cold sensation, and I grabbed the back of his neck to hold him still while smearing the liquid around. “This has to be quick, sweetheart,” I told him, pushing a finger into his hole.

He grunted, and I kept going. “You need to feel claimed, and I need to mark you. When we get home, I’ll spend the rest of the day taking you apart, piece by piece, and then putting you back together in whatever way I want. But for now, be a good boy and let Daddy take you fast and hard.”

He wiggled back, and I added another finger, scissoring him open the best I could.

“It’s going to burn.” I warned him. “But you’ll like that, won’t you, sweetheart? You’re going to be so sore every time you sit down. The perfect reminder that you’re mine and no one else’s and I would never touch anyone but you.”

“God, please, Em.”

“What?”

“Daddy.”

I pulled my fingers out and thrust in without any hesitation. His knees buckled, and he groaned long and low. I put my palm over his mouth to muffle the sound while holding him up with my other arm.

“You make as much noise as you want,” I told him. “If anyone hears, they’ll know how much I want you, that you are mine to take anytime I want.”

He moaned against my hand, and I pulled back and slammed back home. His ass was tight like a vise, his body warm and greedy, sucking me deeper and clenching around me.

Leaving my hand against his mouth, I pushed him farther into the wall and started thrusting, He moaned and whimpered, teeth sinking into the fleshy part of my fingers, drooling all over my skin as I fucked him raw and hard right there in the bathroom.

Sweat beaded between my shoulder blades, and my aching muscles screamed. Still, I didn’t back down, fucking into him exactly how he needed it. Demanding. Thorough and controlling.

His ass clenched around me, and his back bowed.

Stilling my hips, I reached around him, slipping under the thong to grab his dick and squeeze the base. “I didn’t say you could come,” I said, rough. “I own you, and that means I say when you come. You understand?”

His head bobbed.

“You can take it longer, can’t you, sweetheart?”

He didn’t say anything, and I pulled back, cracking my palm against the side of his ass.

He yelled, the sound louder because my hand was no longer covering his mouth. I didn’t care, the animalistic, territorial part of me completely taking over. The daddy in me gave exactly zero fucks that someone could hear. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was making sure my Goldilocks knew his place.

“Can you take more?”

“Yes.” He panted.

My hips punched forward, and I ground into him, his ass cheeks rubbing against my pelvis. I swirled around and then leaned onto the balls of my feet, shoving as deep as I could go.

He keened, a hand slapping onto his belly as I rutted deep.

“It doesn’t matter how many drinks you throw on me, how many people you threaten, or how many times you misbehave. You’re mine, and that won’t ever change, Goldilocks. You dish it out, and I’ll take it. Then I’ll put you back in the place you belong, which is right beside me.”

“Yesssss,” he hissed, body like a rag doll as I fucked him.

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the orgasm that had been trying to erupt for minutes now. Maybe we both needed this because I just wasn’t ready to let go.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I pulled him up so his back was against my front, twisting his face toward mine so I could plunder the inside of his mouth with my tongue.

Palming his dick, I started to jerk him in time with my thrusts, lifting his feet right off the floor.

“ Ah, ah, ah …” He panted.

“Now, come for me,” I growled in his ear. “Fill my hand with all that cum. I want every single ounce.”

I bit down on his earlobe, and his entire body spasmed, then went rigid as his dick spurted again and again. I cupped my hand around his tip, feeling the warm ropes smear my skin to create a puddle in my palm.

The sensation of it pushed me over the edge, and the orgasm slammed into me, making me groan low as my hips stuttered and I jerked and trembled, unloading inside him. He wiggled down on my dick, his channel clenching as he drank it in.

I collapsed against the wall, my dick slipping out of his body too soon, pulling him into my chest. He crumpled against me as I breathed heavily.

He pulled back, nose wrinkled.

“What’s the matter?”

“Your shirt is wet and sticky.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Nibbling on his lower lip, he looked down, his hand following his eyes to my hand. Grabbing my wrist, he lifted my fist. Uncurling my fingers, I showed him his release, which still filled my palm.

His stare divided between me and the jizz, a bashful look in his eyes.

“What do you want, baby?”

He shook his head.

I gave him a hard look. “Was that spanking not enough?”

“I want you to eat it.”

Surprise rippled through me. “What?”

“You filled me up. But I want to fill you up too.”

Ah. I licked it up, swallowing the salty liquid and then showing him my clean hand. “Guess we’re both full of each other now.”

“I can’t believe you did that,” he said when I was done.

“I’ll do anything you need me to do.”

“I’m sorry I threw a drink on you,” he said, voice subdued. “Did it burn?”

“No, baby. All that whipped cream cooled me right down.”

He made a face.

I grabbed his face, holding it in both hands. “Do you feel better now?”

He nodded. “I didn’t know it was that bad. I mean, sure, I was a little overwhelmed with the group trip and maybe kinda jealous about sharing you all day, every day, but I…”

I fused our mouths, gentling the kiss into something more tender than this entire bathroom rendezvous had been. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Em. So much.”

I raised a brow.

He cleared his throat. “ Daddy .”

“How’s your ass?” I asked, grimacing. “I don’t have any cream with me. I went kinda hard.”

“I needed it.”

I nodded, knowing it was true. I could feel how satisfied he was, and that satisfied me. “Let’s get cleaned up, baby. I’ll take care of you when we get home.”