He beams at me. “Sounds amazing.”
Sounds like torture.
When can I be alone with him and find out more about how he likes me to call him Daddy?
* * *
Jake sends me upstairs to shower and get into my jammies alone. I want to protest, but there’s no way to do that subtly in front of my family, and he gives me a sharp look that says,I know what you want, and you will wait like a good girl.
It’s an effective look.
It’s a hot look.
It’s also deeply frustrating and makes me want to be a brat, so after my shower, I loosely plait my damp hair into two braids, playing up the not-at-all-innocent innocent look. And for good measure, I don’t put a bra or underwear on under the PJs.
When I come downstairs, he’s having a glass of scotch with my dad, and he chokes on his next sip as he sees me bound in, my curves stretching the limits of the festive onesie.
Good.
I hope he enjoys his solo shower.
* * *
The teasing continues through our casual après-ski dinner of charcuterie boards and other snacks. Jacob comes downstairs looking way sexier than matching PJs should ever allow, and when we’re all gathered around the oversized island in the kitchen, he causally tugs me against the front of his body. I press up on my toes, ostensibly to reach across the island for something, but really to lift the curve of my ass against his cock.
I find him solid as a rock, and then his hands clamp down on my waist. A clear instruction not to move, because of my effect on him.
It’s heady.
And when we all pile into the great room to watch the movie, he gets me back in the best, worst way.
My mom wants pictures of us all in our matching pajamas, so from that organic pile we all spill out across the sectional, leaving me between Jacob and my sister.
He tugs me in against his torso and wraps his arm around my shoulders as my mom dims the lights and the movie starts playing.
I love the warmth that builds between our bodies and when his hand casually tugs on one of my braids, I make a happy sound.
He glances down at me, then tugs again.
I burrow closer.
He slides the elastic off the end of the braid, letting my now dry waves tumble free. Repeats it on the other side, and I sigh happily at how good it feels to cuddle and have him play with my hair. He makes a gentle fist at the roots of my hair, and tugs.
I groan in delight.
Beside me, my sister shoots me a look and I blush. But it's not inappropriate for a boyfriend to give his girlfriend a head rub.
Jacob’s fingers slide out of my hair and down my neck, his thumb caressing a long, slow line to the top of my back. I exhale fully and he does it again. I twist my body towards him so he has better access to my neck and suddenly I’m basically on top of him, my body straddling his thigh.
Beneath me, he laughs, then eases me back off his lap. “Behave,” he growls in my ear.
“Not really my strong suit,” I whisper back.
At the opposite end of the couch, Nathan’s wife gets up and disappears up the stairs. She comes down a few minutes later with wrapped presents and tucks them under the tree.
My mom is the next to leave.
Then Carina.