Gifted To His Dad: Christmas Novella

The deep aroma of coffee fills my nose as I step out of my room. I rolled over only to find Cole wasn’t there. Instead, he’d tucked the blankets around me. A quick glance at the clock tells me I slept in way later than usual.

Making my way into the kitchen, I pour myself a coffee, eyes still half-closed when I glance out the window, my mouth instantly dropping open.

Cole and Griffin are out there chopping wood…shirtless. Snow is all around them, but sweat still runs down their flexing muscles. They move in unison as they chop through each piece, filling the enormous pile beside them. From the look of it, they’ve been out there for hours. My mouth waters so much I’m surprised I’m not drooling. I can’t take my eyes off either man. I should feel guilty looking at Griffin when Cole’s right there, but there’s something about the two of them being so close together that has heat pooling between my thighs. My knees nearly give out when they toss their axes and Griffin pulls Cole into a side hug. I spin around before I do something stupid and hold myself up with a hand against the counter. I don’t think I could live through seeing that again.

The back door opens, Cole coming in first, making his way right to me. “Morning, Eve.” He hugs me tight, and his sweat gets all over me.

“Gross.” I push back, even though there’s nothing about his musky scent that has me wanting to pull away. The problem is if I keep touching him, I won’t be able to stop.

Cole kisses my forehead, then lets me go and takes the bottle of water Griffin holds out for him, draining it in a few big gulps.

“I’m going to shower. We have somewhere special to bring you today.”

Curiosity pulls at me. “Can’t you tell me now?”

“Nope. It’s a surprise.” He chuckles low in his throat. “Get your stuff. We won’t be long.”

I take my time finishing my coffee while looking for my things. Unable to clear my mind of Cole and Griffin shirtless and chopping wood, I walk on autopilot to the bedroom. I thought I had my mittens in my purse, but I must have packed them in my luggage. I open the door, planning on sneaking in and out, but I freeze.

Griffin’s standing in the middle of the room with nothing on besides a white towel covering his face as he dries his hair. Alarm bells ring in my head, telling me to run, but I can’t pull myself away. Thick muscles ripple as his arms move, his abs flexing where they turn in a V leading to his massive cock. He’s thick and long, with defined veins running up his length. My heart’s racing in my chest, a heavy lust rushing through my stomach, heading straight to my core. It practically begs me to touch it, to apply the friction my clit desperately needs. I squeeze my legs together as the desire grows more intense.

“I think you’re in the wrong room, Baby Girl.” He’s staring at me with dark eyes, not looking away.

Reality slams into me. Holy shit.

“I’m sorry,” I squeak and rush out of the room, barely escaping what could have easily become my undoing.

I shut the bedroom door behind me, leaning against the wall as I struggle to catch my breath. My clit’s still pulsing with the need to be touched.

Cole steps out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. He approaches, stealing the space in front of me until the rivulets of water dampen my shirt. His thumb runs along my cheek before he places a gentle kiss to my lips.

“You okay? You look a little flushed.”

The lust I felt a minute ago is replaced with guilt. How could I do this to him? He’s been so perfect this entire time, and I’m being an idiot.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

He slides his thumb along my bottom lip, causing my heart to skip. “There’s nothing to be sorry about so long as you’re fine.”

Why does it sound like he knows exactly what happened? Like he’d be okay with it. It can’t be. There’s no boyfriend who would be okay with what I just did.

I should tell him.

I should beg him for his forgiveness, but I can’t.

I’m too selfish, and I don’t want to lose him.

I drop my head to his chest and breathe him in, taking comfort in the way he wraps his arms around me. I just won’t do anything like that again.

I lift my head, tilting it back. “I forgot my mittens here.”

He gently knocks me under my chin, then rubs my hands between his. “Can’t have you missing those.”

I give him a weak smile, unable to meet his gaze. There’s barely enough room for me to squeeze out around him, and I grab my mittens as quickly as I can before rushing from the room. Why does it feel like I’m always escaping today?