Gifted To His Dad: Christmas Novella
Gifted To His Dad: Chapter 13

Cole rubs his hand up and down my side, pulling me closer. He’d decided we’d sit together in the back seat because, according to him, we haven’t had enough cuddle time. I should have seen it for the setup that it is. My boyfriend’s using this opportunity to drive me insane with his stepdad so close in the front seat.

He runs his teeth along the curve of my ear before sucking on the bottom. “Let me make you feel good.”

Heat floods through me with his words and the way his breath fans out over my neck. I twist in my seat to kiss him, but he pulls me over his lap so my back is to his chest and buckles us together.

“Safety first.” His hand runs under my jacket and up my stomach, not stopping until he grips my breast, drawing a moan from my lips. I glance up to where Griffin watches us through the rearview mirror until he’s forced to look back at the road.

“Doing that without me is a cruel form of torture,” he murmurs from the front seat.

Cole unzips my jacket and lifts my sweater. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Just make her feel good.”

“Yes, sir,” Cole replies, reaching down between my thighs, grinding his palm against my clit. My core clenches, wanting more.

He slips his hand below my bra and pinches my nipple hard enough that I gasp, my head falling back to his shoulder.

“Like that?” Cole asks, and Griffin replies with a grunt.

“Stop teasing her and make it quick. We’re almost home.”

“How about you? Do you want me to touch you?” Cole asks, already knowing the answer.

“Please,” I beg.

“You hear our girl?” Cole slips his fingers under my bottoms and groans. “She’s already soaked.”

“Tell me,” Griffin commands.

Cole enters me with two fingers, stroking them back and forth. “She’s taking my fingers so well.”

Their words have me losing control, pressing my hips forward, chasing the feeling of Cole’s hand.

I gasp as his movements quicken. My core clenches as Cole gives a play-by-play of everything we’re doing and presses down on the sensitive spot inside me with each stroke.

I cry out, calling their names.

“Fuck,” Griffin says from the front and pulls off to the side of the road. He turns back to us. “Let me see her.”

Cole doesn’t hesitate and pushes my clothes down to my ankles, spreading my knees wide so they hang on either side of his.

“See how her greedy pussy takes my fingers?” Cole says, filling me again.

I can’t hold back from chanting their names as pleasure courses in my veins.

Griffin moves closer, the seats the only thing holding him back from getting to us. “Add another one. I want to see you stretch her.”

It’s Cole’s turn to groan as he adds a third. The pressure builds with each of his movements, and my breath catches in my lungs until my head goes fuzzy.

“Look at me, Baby Girl.”

My gaze snaps to Griffin, who’s watching me with hunger. “You’re doing such a good job. Your pussy is dripping all over him.”

I moan, and Cole presses his palm into my clit, not slowing down.

“Make her come all over your hand, Cole.”

Cole pinches my nipple and curls his fingers inside me, sending pleasure rippling between my thighs. I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me. Cole doesn’t stop until he’s pulled out every last drop.

I’m helpless, unable to move myself, as Cole lifts my pants and pulls my sweater down, covering me. His cock’s rock hard beneath me, but he stops my hands when I go to release him.

I’m still lost in my afterglow when he kisses my temple, then tucks my head under his chin. “This was just for you.”

Griffin pulls back onto the road as if nothing happened, like watching his stepson getting a girl off in the back seat is a regular occurrence. A twisting feeling turns my gut. What if this is normal for them?

I stop myself before I can spiral down that path. Whatever this is, it’s only for the next few days, and then Cole and I will be returning to college. No use dissecting it. Somehow, that thought makes me feel worse than before.

Snow’s falling as we pull up to the cabin, the sky a soft gray. There are already several inches accumulated on the stairs. I grip the railing, taking my time up the slippery wood, when Griffin lifts me in the air and cradles me against his chest.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He raises a brow as if the answer is obvious. “Making sure you’re safe.”

“I’m not a kid. I can walk on my own.”

He shrugs. “I know, but I needed an excuse to touch you.”

Cole comes up behind us and tugs on my hair. “Come on. Let him do what he wants. It makes him feel needed.”

I’m normally the one that feels out of place, so the idea of this big man feeling anything but wanted has my arms wrapping around his neck. “Anything for you, Daddy.”

Griffin groans, and Cole laughs.

“You’re killing me here,” Griffin says, tightening his grip.