Dad Bod Under the Mistletoe (Dad Bod Christmas #2)

6. Mack

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Mack

I wait with bated breath as she stares at my prosthesis. Heart hammering in my chest, nerves winding their way through me as I swallow hard.

“See, princess? Things are different now. I’m different now.”

“May I?” she whispers, kneeling down before me in the hallway. “Was this from the accident?”

I nod, not trusting my voice not to break if I were to speak.

Her hands slide over the shell of my carbon fiber foot, the hinges of my ankle, tracing the prosthetic through my pant leg until she reaches the place where the attachment meets my leg. My grip on the bag of leftover tightens as I feel her fingers dance over my residual limb. My cock tightens in my pants even as I fight back the lump in my throat.

“Your body is different,” she agrees, “but you’re not broken, Mack. You’re not incapable or less than . I've seen how hard you work, how hard you train. How much fight you have in you. You wouldn’t still be standing here after an accident like yours if you didn’t have an immense amount of strength and spirit.”

My eyes slide shut, her words burrowing deep into my heart and clamping my throat shut with emotion.

She caresses my knee, fingers trailing up my thigh and hip as she rises to her feet. I suck in air as her touch lingers on my waist, mere inches separating our bodies. I want to grab her, bring her close. Claim her.

Show her just how not-broken my body is.

“You might be the strongest man I know. Inside and out.” Her gaze drops to my mouth. “You know how I know?”

“How?” I choke out.

“Because I can tell you want me as much as I want you. And while you’ve caught me under the mistletoe a few times at work, you haven’t yet made good on your promise to kiss me because I haven’t signaled that I’m open to receiving it yet.”

A laugh ekes out of me, giving way to a sharp hiss when her fingers drift over the heavy bulge in my pants. I'm hard in an instant, my cock perking up to meet her touch.

“Maybe I had things to do, crises to avert. Or, maybe I didn’t want to be walking HR violation. Looks like you don’t mind, though.”

“We’re not at work now.” The corner of her mouth curls up. “And we both know I haven’t reported you. I have no plans to.”

I drop the bag of leftovers onto the seat I use when I put my shoes on, then I reach over and stroke her cheek. “Does that mean you want me to make good on that promise?”

“Well, no amount of fighting it has helped, so maybe giving in will.” Her eyes track up to the mistletoe dangling from the hallway light above us. “You’re an itch I need to scratch, just this once.”

“Be sure, princess,” I growl, lowering my face to hers. I search her heated gaze and press my finger against her lower lip. “Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop. And you won’t want me to.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Mack. Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?” Then she dips her head, nipping the pad of my thumb and sending desire ripping through me. She flutters her lashes at me. “I’m green lighting your second chance, Mack. You takin’ it or not?”

Goddamn, this woman .

“You’re fucking mine, princess.”

Then I grab hold of her and kiss her hard. Gasping, groaning, the kiss sizzles between us, kindling a raging fire that has me pressing her against the wall. I grind my erection into her as she clings to my shoulders and wars with my tongue.

It’s every bit as explosive and heated as I expected it to be. As delicious and hot as I'd hoped. Her hands roam over my body, her nails raking my back through my clothes. And when I tear away for a breath, I curse against the curve of her neck.

“Fuck, Cassie. I’ve been waiting for you for so long.” I kiss her again, then throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bedroom.

“Oh my god, Mack. I’m too heavy,” she squeals. “Your leg!”

“My leg is fine,” I slap her ass with a loud smack. “And as you rightly pointed out, I’m strong. Certainly strong enough to carry my woman twenty fucking feet.”

Then I toss her on the bed, flip on a few mood lights and the Christmas tree before I climb over her. She tears her gaze from my tree back to me, her hands reaching for me as I capture her mouth in another scorching kiss. My blood is on fire, blazing a path straight to my dick, making me thick and insistent and hard. I press myself against her soft belly and lose myself in her spiced sugar flavor. I breathe in her sweet, barely-there floral scent and want to wrap myself up in it.

Mine.

I brand her skin with my mouth, nipping and suckling my way across her cheek, her jaw, her neck. Then she pushes against me until I sit up and she straddles me, popping the buttons on my shirt with trembling hands.

“Was I crushing you, princess? I know I'm not as trim as I once was.”

“God, no. I love the feel of you over me. But you’re like Christmas came early, and I want to open my present.”

“I’ve had multiple surgeries,” I murmur as she pulls my shirt free from my pants and lift my hips to help her. “The scars aren’t pretty.”

“They’re part of you,” she says simply, kissing me back. “And all of you is beautiful, Mack. All of you.”

She doesn’t suck in a breath and doesn’t flinch when my shirt falls away. In the dim light, she runs her hands over the scarred flesh, her brown eyes going soft as she leans down and kisses the edges of my each of them. She leaves a little trail of warm, wet droplets on my skin as she follows the white lines carved into my body.

“No, baby. No, don’t cry for me.” I pull her up, cradling her face in my hands as swipe at the tears falling down her cheeks. “Why? What’s wrong? We can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop.” Her eyes flash, her voice edged with something harsh as she turns her face to my palm and presses a kiss there. “I just want you , Mack. I always have. It hurts me to know that you’ve been so hurt. That you endured so much pain. I was so stupid and so angry about you rejecting me that I didn’t even let myself reach out to you when you probably needed support the most. Can you forgive me? Ever? For being so selfish?”

“Baby, you weren’t selfish. You were living your life, and I wanted that for you. Look at me.” I kiss her wet cheeks and clasp her hands to my beating heart. Her big brown eyes focus on me again. “I’m okay. I’m more than okay. I’m here with you, and you make my whole world feel right.”

She kisses me again. This time, it’s soft and sweet and gentle. I peel her top off her, nudging her arm away from her midsection when she tries to cover herself.

“Don’t hide from me, princess. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, and I’ve waited years to see you like this. You’re a feast for my eyes. Perfect in every way. It’s like your body was made for me.” I swallow hard when her breasts spill free from her bra. Her skin is soft and smooth, faintly fragrant with her perfume and I plant kisses over each heavy globe, drawing her stiff nipple into my mouth. I suckle her until she arches against me, grinding her core against my thickness. “Let me take care of my princess and her every need.”

A fever burns inside me as I slip her leggings and panties off her body. I find her soaking slit and trace her opening, enjoying every gasp and whine.

“All I need is you,” she gasps.

“Here?” I ask, slipping a finger into her.

“Yessss. More.”

I sink two fingers in, watching as her hips buck to take more of me in. Her tight channel squeezing my digits as I marvel at her body. “You’re so wet, princess. I love how you glisten on my fingers.”

Then I bring my mouth to her clit and her cries grow more desperate as I flick her stiff bud with my tongue and suck until she grows restless beneath me. With her hands gripping fistfuls of my hair, she rocks her mound against my greedy, hungry mouth. My name is a whisper on her lips.

But soon, it’s a moan, a prayer, a blessing.

And when I plunge my fingers deep and tap that special spot inside her, she comes apart with a curse.

I crawl over her trembling body, trailing kisses across her curves, her breasts, the steady pulse at her neck. We kiss, our hands twining together as she hitches her legs around my waist and bucks against my rigid length.

“That’s one way to take the edge off,” she smirks. “But now that I’ve shown you mine, I think it’s time you show me yours.”

She rolls us over and slides her hands down my chest, over my stomach. With quick, nimble fingers, she helps me out of my pants. My cock springs free, weeping and swollen and standing proud for her.

Even as it slicks pre-cum across the underside of my stomach, Cassie licks her lips and bends her head to take me into her mouth. I buck into her as she sucks, groaning and gathering her silky strands into one fist.

She works me with her mouth, her hand. Moaning around my length, playing with my balls and sucking on my tip until I’m thrusting into her wet heat. Seeking more.

Wanting more.

Needing more.

My hand tightens in her hair, giving her a firm yank as she brings me to the brink. She laughs when I bring her up and kiss her hard before spinning her onto all fours. Moving to stand behind her, I slip my fingers into her center and growl when I find her ready and dripping.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did with the whipped cream today.” I pump my fingers into her and sink my teeth playfully into her shoulder.

She keens, arching. “Make me come and maybe I’ll lick the cream off you, too.”

“Fuck.” I reach into my night stand for a condom and put it on. Then I slide my length up and down her slit as she rocks against me. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, princess. Tell me you want me, too.”

“I want you, Mack. I need you.” She nudges against my tip, notching me at her entrance. “Give me all of you.”

And it’s all the invitation I need.

I slide in to the hilt, and find home.