Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I flew down the stairs, pushing past students and faculty, and flung myself through the double doors as I ran to the parking lot. It was the last day of school and the fall semester and my exams were behind me.

A stiff, cold wind gusted in my face, and I pulled the hood of my Waltham U sweatshirt over my head and climbed into my Jetta, throwing my backpack in the backseat. I only had one thought on my mind, and it wasn’t school. I had five weeks of vacation before I had to start the spring semester—five weeks to cash in all the sexy rewards I’d earned for getting good grades.

When I pulled into the marina’s parking lot, I spotted Cass’s huge black truck and my heart beat triple time. Just seeing evidence that he was nearby sent my heart soaring.

I found him in the boathouse, which was more of a mechanic’s garage, with his head bent over a boat engine—or part of one—I could never identify that stuff.

“Hey, Daddy!”

His head snapped up, and his face was lit with joy. “Hey, sweet boy, come give me a kiss.”

His hands were covered in grease, and he smelled like diesel, but that didn’t stop my tummy from rolling. Mechanic Daddy was just as sexy as Captain Daddy. Cass was so capable and smart, able to switch hats and do so many things well, and it was such a turn-on. I popped a kiss on his lips, avoiding his hands, and pulled back, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

“Guess who got a B average in three classes?”

“You, I hope. What about the fourth class?”

“I got an A!”

He jumped to his feet and lunged for me, but I dodged him. “Nooooo,” I squealed, running circles around him. “No grease. I love this hoodie.” He’d already ruined countless shirts with that grease.

He grabbed a rag from his back pocket to wipe his hands off. It was also covered in grease and diesel, so I wasn’t sure how it was supposed to make his hands any cleaner. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. I knew you could do it. You’re so damn smart.”

“So, I earned four rewards!”

Daddy grinned. “Four sexy rewards?” It was as much a reward for him as it was for me .

“Actually, can I switch it for something else? Something not sexy?”

His smile dimmed, and he narrowed his eyes. “Maybe, maybe not. Depends what you’re angling for, tricky Nicky.”

Daddy smelled a trap. “I want to go visit Sam.”

“He’s in Washington.”

“I know, but we can’t go the whole winter without seeing him. Please, Daddy? It’s almost Christmas, and he’s all alone up there in those big, scary mountains, hiking and camping all by himself.” I used my best small voice in hopes that it would tug at his heartstrings. It usually did. “Will you take me to visit Uncle Sam?”

He reached for me, grabbing my ass and bunching the denim in his fists. “Quit it. You know I can’t resist when you start pulling out the sexy nicknames and that sweet little voice.”

“I know,” I said smugly.

“Fine. When I get home, I’ll start packing.”

“Yes!” I squirmed out of his arms and danced around his worktable, cheering, “Christmas with Uncle Sam!” Daddy laughed at my silliness. “Do you think he could dress up like Santa and let me sit on his lap?”

“I think it’s a good possibility,” he chuckled. “He loves your sexy games.”

“I could be his sexy little elf boy!” Shit, I was getting excited just imagining it .

“Why don’t you head home and start on your chores, and when I get home, you can practice by being my sexy little elf boy?”

Damn, now I was hard in my jeans. It really didn’t take much. “Bye, Daddy! Gotta get home!” His laughter followed me as I tore out of the garage. When I was sitting behind the wheel of my car, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.

He answered right away. “Hey, little one, how’d your exams go?”

“Great! Super! I passed and earned rewards, and guess what I asked for?” I was almost breathless with excitement.

“Let me guess,” he snickered. “A blow job? Or maybe a special night with your Daddy and Pinky at the same time?”

Fuck, my cheeks heated just thinking about that. I was trying hard to stretch my little hole wide enough to fit both Daddy and Sam, but I was starting small, using my little pink vibrator along with Daddy’s cock. The last time I’d tried, Sam had called, and Daddy put him on video chat so he could watch and instruct me.

I came bucketloads!

“Uh, I definitely need to put that on the list, but it isn’t my main reward.”

“I smell a brat scheme cooking, Tricky Nicky.”

“No, it’s a good scheme, I swear!”

“All right, let’s hear it.”

“Me and Daddy are coming to visit you for Christmas! And you have to play Santa and I’m gonna dress up as your sexy little elf boy and sit on your lap!”

He chuckled, but I could tell I’d made him happy. “Is that right?”

“Yup, Daddy said he would make plans as soon as he got home.”

“Did he?”

“He also said I'd have to audition for the role of sexy little elf boy first before he gave me the part. But I just know I’m gonna nail it!”

“Well, you better video call me when you audition. I definitely don’t want to miss that.”

“Okay, see you soon, Uncle Sam!”

“Nicky? I can’t wait. I’ve missed you and your Daddy terribly.”

Dang, my heart. “Yeah? How much?”

“Bucketloads,” he teased, using one of my favorite words.

Want to find out what happens when Nicky and Cass visit Sam?

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