Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Walt

He smiled and shook his head, then listened for the sound of water filling the tub. He wouldn’t put it past her to hurry through a shower so she could help with lunch.

As much as he wanted to follow and share another bath with her, he didn’t. Between making love to her most of the night and her ride, he’d bet she was exhausted. Besides, throwing sandwiches together wasn’t exactly challenging.

While Susan bathed, he hiked to the end of his driveway to collect his mail and frowned at the dark clouds moving in from the west. Normally, he’d check the weather report but decided not to.

Instead, he prayed for Christmas snow deep enough to give him an excuse to keep her. The Horsemen would give her time off if she got snowed in, and…

He let the thought trail off, knowing he was being ridiculous. Didn’t stop him from wishing though.

After dumping his mail on his desk, he straightened up the living room and started a load of laundry. Lastly, he made a huge bowl of popcorn, then set it on the coffee table with the cranberries, plus the needles and thread he’d purchased.

She came downstairs, dressed in loose yoga pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Damp waves framed her face, and her cheeks were pink from the warm bathwater. Smiling brightly, she went straight to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Lowering his head, he kissed her, tracing the edges of her teeth with the tip of his tongue. His cock hardened, and he groaned into her mouth when she rubbed against him.

With some effort he gentled his kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “That’s enough of that, young lady. Are you ready to decorate our tree?”

“Can I kiss you more first?” Reaching around him, she grabbed his butt and squeezed. “Please, Daddy?”

“If I kiss you more, we’ll end up in bed again.”

“You say that like it’s bad.”

“Shoo. To the couch with you,” he ordered. “Don’t forget, Christmas is tomorrow, and Santa will want to see a decorated tree and cookies when he comes down the chimney.”

“Oh, I suppose.” She grinned and stole another kiss before scampering to the couch. After curling up next to him, she picked up the thread and pack of needles. “Did something need mending? I can do it.”

“Nope. No mending.” He nipped off a long piece of thread and stuffed the ends through the eye of the needle. “We’re going to make garlands for our Christmas tree.”

He pushed the needle through a cranberry to demonstrate, then handed her the needle.

“Oh!” She chose a piece of popcorn and ate it. Grinning impishly, she got another and added it to her string.

“Naughty.” He threaded another needle and started his own garland. “If you eat all the popcorn, we won’t have any left to decorate and you’ll spoil your supper.”

In truth, he’d made plenty for her to snack on.

“I know, Daddy.” She alternated cranberries with popcorn until the garland was a few feet long. Without asking for direction, she made a large knot in the free end and draped it over their small tree. “It’s so pretty!”

“We used to decorate our trees like this when I was a kid.” After adding his to the tree, he started another. “On New Year’s Day, we’d take the whole tree into the woods so the wildlife could have a holiday treat.”

“I like that much better than ornaments from a store.” Frowning, she added, “But I’d miss the lights.”

“Oh, we have lights.” He got up and plugged them in, enjoying her delighted laughter. “We just have to take them off before we put the tree outside.”

“And we can use them next year, right?”

“Exactly.” He grimaced and went into the kitchen, where he’d left his phone to charge while they rode. Returning, he held it up and added, “We were going to listen to A Christmas Carol while we decorate.”

He tapped his phone to start the audiobook, and just as quickly, lost Susan’s attention. She became so entranced that she completely forgot about the garlands they were making.

Eventually, he set his needle and thread aside, content to watch her experience the story for the first time. It was a first time for him too. Never had something so simple been so deeply satisfying. He even enjoyed the tiny bit of bratting when she ate more popcorn than was good for her.

“Oh, Tiny Tim…” She paused the story and tears glistened on her cheeks. “Walt, the story can’t end there! It’s not fair!”

“Maybe you’re getting overwrought,” he said, channeling his inner Peter Falk from The Princess Bride . “I think we should finish this after you have a good, long nap.”

“Don’t you dare stop it!” She scrambled for his phone and clutched it to her chest. “I want to listen to the end.”

“As you wish.” Smirking, he let her keep the phone, but didn’t stop watching her until the audiobook credits played.

She smiled and brushed at a few remaining tears. “That was… It was so good. Can we listen to it every year, Daddy?”

His heart missed a beat, then caught a steady rhythm again. Chances were good that she wouldn’t be around for future Christmases, but he wasn’t about to spoil her weekend by talking about the future they might not share.

“Anything you want, babygirl,” he finally murmured.

He knew exactly what he’d give her for Christmas.

Susan

Walt was quiet while they finished cleaning up their supper of toasted biscuits and leftover pot roast. Silence used to make her anxious, but it was comfortable with him.

It was like they were an old married couple who didn’t need words to communicate. She hid a smile, imagining them aged and sitting on the couch surrounded by grandchildren opening presents.

Definitely a bucket list wish.

When the last pan was dried and put away, he offered her his hand and led her up the stairs.

Without words, they undressed each other. Soft kisses chased softer caresses as he backed her toward the bed and laid her on the silky cotton sheets.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, breaking the silence.

His eyes never leaving hers, he cupped her face in his callused palms and kissed her as his thick cock teased her opening. She didn’t dare say a word and risk stopping his slow, drugging kisses, but she wanted to tell him how beautiful he was to her.

Desperate for more, she bent her knees, opening herself to him while he kissed a leisurely path down her neck to her collarbone. She shivered, loving the scratch of his beard against her skin. Every callus on his fingertips sparked another surge of need, until she whimpered and lifted her hips in a silent beg.

Her core dripped, and she didn’t know if she’d survive waiting another second for the delicious slide of his shaft inside her.

“What do you want, baby?” He pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked, making her cry out. “Tell Daddy, Susan.”

“I— Oh, god, Walt, that feels good.”

She felt him smile against her breast. “I’m glad. What do you want?”

“Make love to me. Please.”

“Are you sure?” His cock bumped against her entrance, but he held back, making her crazed.

“Daddy!” She wrapped her arms around his hips and tried to pull him down, but he refused to move. “I want you to fuck me very hard right now.”

To her irritation, he laughed softly and allowed a scant few inches of his cock to enter her. “I knew you’d remember how to ask your Daddy for what you want.”

Without waiting for her to reply, he slid inside her, filling her until she wasn’t sure where he ended and she began. The muscles in her thighs complained about the stretch, but she didn’t care.

His gaze never left her face, as if he was committing every line and pore to memory. There were no games between them. No unease or nerves, no awkwardness of new lovers. It felt like he was looking into her soul, melding them into one as he made love to her.

It was transcendent.

Shifting his weight, he changed the angle of his penetration until the head of his cock slid against her g-spot with every thrust.

“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck, yes!”

“That’s it, baby.” He flexed his hips, driving himself even harder inside her until she saw stars. “Come for me. Let me feel your pussy squeeze me like a fist.”

As if she could have resisted Walt’s sexy, raspy voice—especially not when he reached between their bodies and pinched her clit.

She screamed as her body detonated into bliss. Still hard, Walt rocked into her, drawing out her pleasure until she cried and babbled what she thought was his name over and over.

“One more, Susan.”

“God, I—” Thankfully, she had enough sense to cut herself off before she said the c-word. “I’ll try.”

“Such a good girl.” Walt pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, smiling as he wiped her cheek with his thumb. “So good for me, and you’re going to come exactly when I tell you to, right?”

“I will. Promise, Daddy.” The words came out before she could even consider whether she could keep her promise, but she would try her best.

His lips slammed down on hers, bruising, claiming, and so damned good. The taste of him, his scent in her lungs… Everything about him collided in a drugging storm sent to consume her.

“Come for me, baby,” he rasped in her ear. “Drench my cock when I fill you with my cum.”

He stilled, and crying out, she lifted her hips to meet him. A second climax slammed into her, gentler, but no less powerful, and she shuddered as his cock twitched inside her.

“Fuck…” She tried to choke out more words to tell him how she felt, but realized she didn’t know any. “God, Walt.”

Those few were about all she had the air for anyway.

Chuckling softly, he rolled to his side and pulled her against him, then petted her chest as if he was trying to slow her racing heart.

“You okay, babygirl?” He pulled the duvet over their bodies and kissed her neck. “Are you still cold?”

Three little words rested on her tongue, but she wasn’t ready to say them and risk Walt not saying them back. Or worse, ending their weekend.

“I’m not cold,” she replied, her voice still a breathless whisper.

“Then why are you shivering?” Cuddling closer, he kissed her hair. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you warm all night.”