“We’re going to have a toast, darling.”
“And what are we toasting?” Sienna makes a silly face at me, like her Nan is simply adorable.
Which is true. Adorable, yes. Simple, though…no. I’m not even sure what just happened. Was that a warning? A shot across the bow?
Don’t hurt my granddaughter, or the cross-stitching mafia will find you.
I’ve never been in the business of underestimating women, especially not those with life experience. And I have no intention of hurting Sienna.
I clear my throat. “How about a toast to holiday life lessons?”
Sienna’s eyes sparkle. “I’ll drink to that.”
Her nan clinks three shot glasses on the counter. “So will I.”
ChapterNine
Sienna
I’m not alonewhen I wake up on Christmas Eve. I don’t have to roll over in a panic and wonder where Jacob is, because he’s pressed right against my back.
And his cock—that thick, beautiful destroyer of my virginity—is wedged against my bum.
“You’re awake,” he mumbles.
I rock my hips back. “So are you.”
“Ignore him. He does that every time he’s near you.”
“I don’t want to ignore him. I want him inside me.”
But as soon as I lift my top leg to hook over his thigh and grind us together, my whole pussy howls in protest.
Jacob doesn’t miss the way I freeze, wincing.
“I told you that you would be sore,” he murmurs, tucking me back into the little spoon position, legs carefully together. “Let’s rest your precious body for a few hours.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?” He grazes my jaw with his thumb before settling his hand at the base of my neck.
I swallow hard. “Okay, Daddy.”
The satisfied breath he takes is rewarding for me, too.
“Good girl,” he says quietly, his breath warm against my ear.
We talk about what we need to do today—nothing, really, but I run down the Gibb traditions so there won’t be any surprises—and then he tells me to go take a shower.
“Come with me. You made me come three times last night. You’ve been inside me. I think we can shower together.”
“How about a bath?”
“With you?”
“With my help.”
“Why not together?” I try to roll over so I can see him better, instead of twisting my neck.