My Ex’s Dad is Coming to Town (Bringing Home Trouble)

9. Winter

CHAPTER 9

WINTER

Snuggled up in the passenger seat of the huge SUV with a fuzzy blanket covering my legs, I flipped through the radio stations in search of holiday music. We’d been on the road for a few hours already, and Cole’s grumpy mood had returned. I’d tried to tell him he didn’t need to drive me to Texas himself, but the man didn’t listen to reasoning. Surely he had better things to do than play holiday chauffeur, but I was glad he’d insisted and was already looking forward to having one more night together.

I stopped when I heard the opening notes to “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer,” and angled my body toward Cole. “What’s your favorite Christmas carol?”

He glanced over and shook his head. “I’m not really into carols.”

“Why not? Didn’t you ever have to do a holiday concert in school or gather around the Christmas tree and sing songs with your family?” Though he’d opened up a little last night, he was still a mystery to me… one that I wanted to solve.

“Yes, I had to do a holiday concert, but I always faked it. It’s amazing how good you can get at lip syncing with a little practice.” He lifted one shoulder in an apologetic shrug.

“You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch, aren’t you?” I teased.

He was quiet for a few long moments while “Jingle Bell Rock” started to play in the background. “I suppose I’ve never really been into the holidays because that’s when my mother left me.”

A heavy boulder dropped into my stomach, and I reached for his hand. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t know.” Cole wrapped his fingers around mine.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“There’s not much to say. I never knew my dad, and she wasn’t much of a mother to me to begin with. When I was about eight, she took me to a holiday party at the community center… the kind where underprivileged kids get a glimpse at what a holiday celebration is supposed to look like.” Cole ran his thumb over the back of my hand and stared at the highway ahead. “She never came back.”

My heart broke for him. I could imagine him at eight years old, waiting for his mother. Not knowing what to say, I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned across the console to press a kiss to his cheek.

He eased off the gas and pulled over to the shoulder. “Are you crying, Winter?”

Tears overflowed my lower lids and rolled down my cheeks. “I’m so sad for you.”

“Come here.” He pulled me over the console until I landed in his lap. The SUV was big, but there was barely enough room for me to fit between his chest and the steering wheel. “I shouldn’t have told you that. I didn’t mean to ruin your holiday by bringing up the past.”

Ruin my holiday? That was the last thing he’d done. “You didn’t ruin anything. It just makes me more determined than ever that you should have the kind of Christmas you deserved as a kid. You’ve got to come to the winter bazaar.”

A rumble of laughter vibrated through his chest. “You want me to spend Christmas in your hometown? What are your parents going to say when you bring your ex’s dad home for the holidays?”

I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but we’d find a way to make it work. “I’ll just tell them we ran into each other at the airport, and you took it upon your chivalrous self to make sure I got home.”

“Baby Girl,”—he shook his head, a smile teasing up the corners of his mouth—“your parents would take one look at me and know that I didn’t drive you over a thousand miles because of my good heart.”

The ridge of his erection pressed against my ass. I didn’t want to think about my family. My only desire in that moment was to be wanted in a way that only Cole Calvin made me feel.

I slid my hand under the edge of the henley he’d had delivered along with the other items last night. “If it’s not your heart that has you carting my ass to Texas, what is it?”

“Winter…” His voice held an edge of warning. “Don’t start something you’re not going to be able to finish.”

Shifting my ass back over the console, I palmed the front of his jeans. “Who said anything about not finishing? ”

He slid his hand behind my head and pulled me close to capture my lips with his. Our tongues tangled together while traffic sped by on the highway. I’d never been up for getting it on in public, but I was hellbent on showing Cole how much I wanted him.

While he claimed my mouth, I fumbled with the button of his jeans and tugged down his zipper. There was no way I’d be able to work his pants down his thick, muscular thighs, so I focused on freeing his cock instead. He hissed as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and moved my thumb over the tip.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he mumbled against my lips.

He made me feel sexy as sin and full of a kind of power I’d never known before. Working my way down his neck, I pressed kisses along his throat. Then I pushed his shirt up enough to reveal his ridged abs and the dark trail that disappeared into the waistband of his boxer briefs.

My mouth watered as I nipped and sucked at his soft skin. When I reached his cock, I licked the ridge underneath his head before taking him in my mouth and sucking the drops of pre-cum off his tip. Knowing I could make him lose control gave me a kind of courage I’d never felt before.

His fingers tangled in my hair, his hand holding my head in place. I braced myself on his thighs and took him deeper. Pleasing him turned me on so much. My clit pulsed with need as I slid him in and out of my mouth.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re going to make me blow, Baby Girl.”

“Good.” I hummed as he hit the back of my throat. He was so big, I was practically choking on his cock. Undeterred, I kept going, even when his grip on the back of my head tightened.

“That’s a good girl, Winter. You’re such a good girl.” His hips bucked, his cock thrusting farther down my throat until my eyes watered. Then he stopped. Thick ropes of cum shot down the back of my throat. I swallowed, greedy for his release, until his hips stilled and he sagged against the back of the driver’s seat.

Pleased with myself for a job well done, I pulled off of his cock with a pop. It sounded like the cork exploding from a bottle of champagne. Not sure how the dynamic between us might have shifted, I gave him a shy smile.

He caught my cheeks between his palms and gave me a long kiss. When he finally pulled back, he tucked my hair behind my ear and stared deeply into my eyes. “You didn’t have to do that, Baby Girl.”

I glanced down. “I wanted to.”

His finger under my chin nudged my gaze upward to meet his again. “Santa is going to put you on the naughty list for that.”

“Does that mean I won’t be your good girl anymore?” I teased.

“You’re becoming my favorite girl, Winter.” His eyes held a deep truth that neither of us was willing to acknowledge. “I bet you’re all worked up now, aren’t you?”

I nodded. Turning him on was the ultimate turn on for me. I never would have thought giving a blow job could be so hot.

He tucked himself back into his jeans then slid his hand down the front of my pants. Within seconds, he had me hovering on the edge of losing my mind. His finger circled my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. And when he pushed inside me and found that spot that had eluded all men before him, I came undone.

“Cole…” I panted, my chest heaving as he continued to tease my super sensitive clit. Needing to feel something solid underneath me, I pressed my palm against the window while aftershocks exploded through me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” His whiskers brushed against my ear.

I was on the verge of climaxing again, and probably would have if it hadn’t been for the knock on the driver’s side window. Instead of coming again around his fingers, I looked over at the dark shape standing outside the truck and screamed.