Kit (A Little Christmas Season Three)

Chapter 13

13

Kit

“ D addy, look! The dough didn’t stick. I cut out a perfect Santa cookie.” We were making Christmas iced sugar cookies.

“Yes, it is perfect. Put it on the tray.”

“Tonight, you’re going back to the club as Santa for the final party, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’m coming, too, right?”

“Yes.”

“Will we bring some cookies to share?”

Parker looked at me stunned. “Hell, no. These are for us. I’m gonna eat ‘em up.” He dabbed flour on the tip of my nose.

“Me, too!” I danced a little circle around him. “I’m glad I get to see you as Santa again. It’s so real.”

“I’m happy you enjoy it.”

“Can I sit in your lap again?” I asked.

“You’ll have to get in line, baby boy.”

I pouted and stomped my foot. “I want you all to myself.”

“I don’t like to share, either, but when I’m working, you’ll have to deal with it.”

I went toward him. “But you’re still my one and only Santa.” I put my arms around him, getting cookie dough and flour all over his apron and the back of his shirt.

Parker embraced me in return. “You never have to worry about that.”

I tilted my head back for a kiss. He gave it to me. Lush and fervent. His eyes glinted when we broke apart.

I grinned up at him. “Daddy, can we do the icing part now?”

He kissed me on the forehead, making me dizzy. “They have to bake in the oven first.”

“Okay.”

Parker had bought a lot of things to do the icing right. Squeeze packs. Food coloring. Neither of us had baked many iced cookies before, so he read the instructions to me, and I tried to follow them. I ended up getting icing all over my apron and hands and face, while Parker laughed so long we almost ended up burning our first cookie batch.

I loved learning to make icing designs on the cookies. My first ones were a mess. But I finally managed to ice a decent looking Santa with a red cap, white beard and brown eyes.

I held it out to Parker. “This one’s special for you.”

Parker took it and set it aside. “I love it. I’ll keep it forever.”

“How? Aren’t you going to eat it?”

“This one I’ll freeze.”

I stood with my hands behind my back and turning my body back and forth. I’d done something right.

Hopefully, my other plan would be right, too. I was expecting a delivery today at any time.

After everything Parker had planned for us, from decorating the house and tree, ice skating, shopping, and meals out, I wanted to do something for him. He loved caring for me; it was what he wanted. I let him do that and it made him happy. And me happy, as well. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t give other things to show my affection—quickly growing to love—in return.

I only hoped he liked what I’d planned.

The kitchen filled the smells of sweets baking. It had snowed again overnight, adding to what was already sticking on the ground.

Last night had been amazing. I was still giddy. We didn’t really discuss it. We woke together, kissing and cuddling, but even though I got hard again, Parker insisted we get up and face the day.

I didn’t whine. I was being good. But I wanted him so much that every so often as I thought about him having me all the way, I could barely breathe.

Tonight would be a late night. Parker would work the party until one a.m. We’d be too tired to do anything. But maybe tomorrow. I would prep myself. Use the secret butt plug I had hidden away and wear it for him without him knowing until he found it himself.

I had a couple fun scenarios all worked out in my mind. Maybe I would tell him I was chafing at my hole and needed it checked. With cream. Or maybe I would simply let him undress me, bend over as if to pick up my clothes and let him discover it that way. There was no way if I had my ass to him and bending my body that he would be able to avert his gaze. Nope. He’d look all right. And he’d see the gleaming purple jewel at the base of the plug.

I giggled softly to myself.

“Something funny?” Parker asked.

My face heated. “I just love Christmas so much, Daddy.” And you. But I couldn’t say that out loud yet. It was too soon.

Parker didn’t have to be at the Club until just before nine. He took me to lunch, and after we came home he said, “Leave your parka and scarf on, baby boy. We’re going to make a snowman!”

I clapped. “Yay.”

“Get your mittens on,” he ordered. “We don’t want frozen hands, do we?”

I got my mittens from my pocket. Parker helped me put them on.

That first big snowball base was really hard to build. I did a lot of scrounging around in the snow, getting it all over me. Finally, we formed the base and added to it. It took a lot of time and energy, but it was so worth it when our ice sculpture started to look like a real snowman.

Just as we were putting on the finishing touches: a carrot nose with rocks for eyes and a smile, a delivery van pulled up the driveway.

My heart leaped in my chest. I knew what it was. I’d ordered everything yesterday online. Inside my cold soaked mittens, I crossed my fingers that Parker would like what I had done.

I stood by our new snowman and watched Parker meet the delivery guy on the pathway. The guy handed him a red gilt-wrapped poinsettia plant.

Parker fished in his pocket for his wallet and the guy held up his hand and said, “Everything’s prepaid, sir, including the tip.”

The man walked back to his truck.

I slowly slogged through the snow to Parker.

I looked at him with my wide-eyed questioning gaze. “What is it?”

“A poinsettia. There’s an envelope with it. Addressed to me.”

“Well? Open it.”

He frowned suspiciously, then handed me the plant and opened the envelope. “It’s tickets.”

“Tickets? To what?”

“The Christmas train in Windhaven for dinner the night before Christmas Eve. And a note.”

“A note?”

He opened and read.

“Dear Daddy.” He blinked rapidly as he glanced once again at me. “Thank you for having me at your house this holiday season. You are a fantastic daddy and a wonderful Santa. Love, Kit.”

“Kit? When did you do this?”

I held tightly to the poinsettia and swayed back and forth. “Yesterday.”

“This is a beautiful gift.”

“And a surprise, Daddy?”

“A big surprise. Thank you.”

“I hope you like trains.”

“Who doesn’t love a train? And dinner on a train is even better.”

I grinned. “It’s a three-hour excursion. It takes us up the mountain and back again. We can watch out the big windows while we eat. And the train is all decorated and lit up for Christmas. It’s for the night before Christmas Eve. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s perfect.”

Parker opened his arms and pulled me into an embrace, the plant between us.

“Oops, Daddy, let’s not kill the poinsettia.”

He laughed. “It’s a perfect surprise, baby boy. A very good idea. Thank you. I can’t wait.”

Parker put the poinsettia on the hearth. It added more cheer amid all our decorations. The rest of the afternoon, he touched me often, cupping my face, delivering kisses when I least expected them.

We relaxed on the couch since we knew tonight would be a late night. Our treat for the afternoon was iced sugar Christmas cookies. We’d done a great job.

After dinner, Parker got out the Santa garb. I sat on the end of the bed and watched him get dressed. He wanted to arrive at the club around eight-thirty, so we needed to leave soon.

Parker stripped down to his shorts. He had that sort of perfect, lean, tall body I loved, muscles tight and doing cat-like ripples whenever he moved.

“Do you like watching me, baby boy?”

“Very much.”

He smiled. First he put on a pullover white shirt with long sleeves. Then the red velvet pants, which sparked with gold trim on the outside seams. They fit him flawlessly. Next came the lavish coat and belt.

“I’m leaving the stomach for when we get there,” he said. “Makes it hard to drive.”

“That’s smart.”

“And the beard, too. I wrapped the elastic, but it still tugs at my ears. I don’t like wearing it longer than I have to.”

I got up and ran my hand down the velvet sleeve of his coat. “My poor Daddy.”

Parker grabbed me, pulling me back to the bed. He sat and lifted me into his lap.

“You’re the first lap for the night. Don’t ever think I put you anywhere else but first.”

I laughed, bouncing. “You said I had to wait in the line.”

He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me. When he pulled back, he said, “I guess this means you were first in line.”

“Yay. I want a yellow dump truck and a floppy dog like Nicky stole from me, and most of all I want more nookies from my daddy.”

“Have you been a good boy?”

“Um. Um.”

“Santa knows all.” He hugged me hard to his chest while I giggled.