Naughty or Nice?

7. Nicholas

CHAPTER 7

Nicholas

Kendall pretends she’s shocked at my proposition, but her dilated pupils give her away. As I pull her close and her soft curves press up against me, she flattens her hands on my chest like she’s about to push me away.

Then her gaze tracks up to mine and her tongue wets her bottom lip.

She can’t help herself. She can’t even bring herself to deny it.

“Is that a yes, darling?” I husk out, bowing my head. I hover close to her mouth, ready to kiss her at the first peep she utters. “Tell me you want to feel my dick inside you. You want me to make you scream and come like last night.”

“But Nate…” she breathes with a shake of her head.

“You said it yourself—he’ll never have to know. It’ll be our naughty little secret.”

Kendall closes her eyes in an internal struggle that flickers across her face. Her brows have drawn close and her lips almost pout. For all the battling she does, she lets out a soft breath and opens her eyes to peer up at me.

“Kiss me.”

It’s the only direction I need.

Two words that give me permission to seize control.

Our attraction explodes like it did last night. No alcohol necessary this time.

I drag her mouth up to mine, practically whisking her off her feet. She loops her arms around my neck and rests her legs at my waist. The palms of my hands fill with her cheeks, framing her face as I kiss her hard and urgently.

Her pillow-soft lips are ready for me, eagerly parting for my tongue.

The room feels like it’s spinning. The ground like it’s shifting beneath my boots. I clutch her in my arms and kiss her ’til it feels like we’re both lightheaded and breathless.

I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her away from my lips. “You sure about this, darling? Say the word and I’ll take you right here and now. On this fucking bearskin rug. Your pussy’s about to be squeezed around my dick.”

“Do it!” she whispers, heaving for air. “Fuck me, Daddy!”

A growl revs up in my throat as the words unlock a dirtier, kinkier part of me. A part of me that hasn’t been awake for years.

I whip Kendall to the ground, wrenching her down with me ’til she’s pinned on her back. Our hands are fast, clawing at each other’s clothes in between fervent kisses. In less than sixty seconds, I’ve got Kendall butt-naked on the bearskin rug and my rock-solid dick out, rubbing up against her glistening folds.

“I’ll show you who your fucking daddy is,” I growl, biting her neck. “You going to be able to take Daddy’s dick, darling?”

“Yes! Yes… YESSS!”

Kendall screams and tips her head back as I hook my arms under her thighs and slam into her. Right away, I’m off to a furious pace. Each thrust comes like a punch, deep and hard. Her breasts bounce and her body slides ’til I’m dragging her back toward me.

And then driving into her all over again.

There’s nowhere to run or hide once we get going.

Kendall’s silky wet pussy squeezes me tight and sends shockwaves of pleasure shooting up my dick. Thick, husky moans leave me. My breathing becomes erratic and ragged. Yet I don’t think of slowing down for a second.

I’m balls deep in a pussy that’s better than heaven.

I’m balls deep in a pussy that Nate’s dumb ass somehow gave up.

My selfish son hasn’t always made the best choices, and it’s clear he made the worst of all giving up Kendall.

But his loss is my gain as I fuck my son’s ex-fiancée and relish in how naughty and forbidden it is.

It makes the moment that much more intense.

I’m sure Kendall feels the same as she whimpers and thrashes beneath me. I roll her onto her side and lift her leg to slide into her from a whole new angle.

Even deeper than before.

We both groan at how fucking good it feels. Her pussy clamps down on me as if in welcome as I stimulate new spots that I hadn’t before.

“Tell me who I am. Who’s fucking you this good?” I rumble out, my strokes long and rough.

“Daddy!” she cries. “DADDY!”

“You’re goddamn right. Daddy who fucks you better than who?”

She’s practically in tears as I drill into her and slam my palm to her ass and thigh. “Mmm… Nate… better than Nate.”

“Say. It. Again! LOUDER!”

“Daddy, you fuck me better than Nate!” she screams as she twists and turns under me.

I shut her up with a deep kiss and rotate my hips in a circular motion. It drives her crazy, making her seize up and her mouth fall open.

“You like that, don’t you, darling?” I growl. I pick up the pace again, fucking her so hard I should be concerned about breaking her. “You like being Daddy’s little fucktoy, don’t you?”

She can’t even bring herself to answer. Her mouth hangs open as her whole body quivers down to her toes. My palm slams into her some more, smacking her ass and then her bouncing titties. I clench my fingers shut in her hair and pull, forcing her eyes to snap open.

“Look at daddy when he fucks you. Look at Daddy as you come like the naughty fucking slut you are.”

My brutal thrusts and filthy words unravel Kendall. She holds my gaze as she orgasms and her tight, hot pussy ripples around my dick.

I growl all over again and resume fucking her like I really do seek to break her.

She’ll definitely feel me between her legs for days to come. I’ll definitely empty my balls of every drop of seed inside her.

The moment arrives when I slide in deep and her slick pussy walls feel too damn good to resist. I can’t even bring myself to withdraw as my orgasm smashes over me, and next thing I know, I’m spilling inside her.

Hot, tingling pleasure sweeps me up in a wave.

“Fuck, darling,” I pant, my hips bucking on their own. “I never want to leave this pussy. I’d die in this fucking pussy if I could.”

She smiles exhaustedly up at me, sheened in perspiration, hair disheveled.

It tells me all I need to know—she more than feels the same.

We don’t get up from the bearskin rug for a while. Except for the few minutes it takes me to light the fireplace and pour us some mulled wine. We drag the throw blanket on the couch down onto our laps and sit and drink to the crackles of the flames.

“You are something else,” Kendall says, shaking her head. “Where the hell does that come from?”

“Where does what come from?” I ask.

“All that! The filthy mouth. The rough manhandling. The stroke game .”

I let out a gruff laugh. “That your way of saying you didn’t expect it out of me?”

“Well… you’re my ex’s dad.”

“Darling, keep saying that as if it has shit all to do with shit. Being Nate’s father damn sure doesn’t mean I’m not human. That doesn’t mean I’m not a man who wasn’t married for many years and who loved exploring sexually with his wife. That I’m not a man who can handle business.”

“Trust me,” she says with a small laugh. “Business has been handled. For the second time.”

“Did I do anything you didn’t like? Too rough? Too much dirty talk? Not enough kissing?”

“You’re asking for feedback? Are you sure you and your son are related?”

I scrub a hand over my grizzled beard, damn near cringing. “Don’t tell me my boy wasn’t doing the bare minimum. I have to ask, darling. Why were you putting up with him?”

“I’m asking myself that more and more since this holiday trip from hell began. It’s not that Nate was bad. He was good… but he just… got stuck in his ways. It was always how he wanted it.”

“And what about you and your needs?” I place my mug of mulled wine down and lean over to press a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Are you unfilled, darling? Say the word and I’ll happily make up for it.”

She smirks. “We really can’t do this, Nicholas.”

“Nick. Call me Nick.”

“Nicholas. Nick. St. Nick. Does it matter? You’re still my ex-fiancé’s father!”

“Darling, can we get off the you’re-my-ex’s-father topic for more than five seconds? Tell me what else it is about me that’s a dealbreaker. My age?”

“What?” she squeaks, then gives a vehement shake of her head. “Age doesn’t matter to me.”

“I’m not your type? Not handsome enough? Not attracted to me?”

“You’re kidding, right? You look like a fine-ass Santa Claus without all the pudge, only muscle.”

I draw her to me for a quick peck on the lips. “Then what the hell’s the problem?”

“I just told you?—”

“We agreed he doesn’t have to know,” I interrupt. “I’m aware how this looks. Anybody would say I’m an asshole for pursuing my son’s ex-fiancée. I’m too old for you and you’re too good for me. But hell… given the circumstances… what he did and how irresistible I find you… can you really blame me?”

“You find me irresistible?” Both of her brows jump higher, her eyes full of surprise.

“From the first moment I met you last Thanksgiving. But you were taken. You were off-limits. I respected that. I was proud of my son for bringing home such a catch.”

“And now that he’s dumped me?”

My fingers skim the curve of her cheek as I peer into her curious brown eyes. “It’s simple, darling. You’re free game now.”

Kendall doesn’t put up a fight for the next kiss I give her. She more than welcomes it, a small little moan slipping out of her.

This woman’s affection starved and it couldn’t be clearer.

Nate’s failed her in so many ways.

We get up off the bearskin rug to get half-dressed. Kendall in her sweater and panties. Me shirtless in my jeans.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” she says as if she hadn’t pointed it out earlier. “You should be with your family right now.”

“I’m where I want to be. They’ll survive without me for a few hours.”

“Weather forecast says we’re getting snow any minute.”

“Still where I want to be. How about you stop resisting this and go with the flow?” I slap her ass as I pass her by on the way to the kitchen.

She squeals but scurries after me anyway. “What does going with the flow entail?”

“How about dinner? You hungry?”

“Um… we did work up a sweat,” she says, a bashful softness about her face.

“Good thing I keep the fridge stocked. You ready to tag team it? We’ll make dinner together.”

She’s so taken aback by my suggestion that it takes her a second to answer. The surprise flickers in and out of her expression before she nods and then smiles. “Alright, St. Nick. We’ll try things your way.”

An hour and a half later, we’re almost done slaving away in the kitchen. We’ve worked with what was available in the fridge—groceries I’d bought myself for whoever my next guests were—and decided on a ribeye with fresh cranberry sauce and herb mashed potatoes.

Kendall’s not the most adept in the kitchen, but she makes for a good little helper. Something I tease her about numerous times as we work side by side. She peels the potatoes while I cook the steaks and ready everything we need for the cranberry sauce.

Every so often, our hands brush or our gazes catch, and we share in that moment where two people attracted to each other realize they’re warm and tingly on the inside. It’s an experience I haven’t had in years. A feeling that I’ve forgotten is possible.

When Laura passed away, I decided it was the end of my romantic life. I couldn’t find another woman to love like I had loved her. We had been together too many years, creating and growing a family together.

For many years it’s made sense. I haven’t wanted to find love again. I didn’t care about feeling those warm, tingly feelings you get around that special someone.

Until now.

As Kendall and I both reach for the bottle of olive oil, we pause and then smirk at each other. Her eyelashes flutter as she shyly blinks and looks away. I can’t take my eyes off her, instead more amused by how she still seems stuck on how taboo we are together.

We sit down to dinner, pouring some wine to toast to the meal we’ve created. Kendall’s face lights up when she tastes the medium rare ribeye I’ve prepared.

“Of course,” she says.

“Care to explain, darling?”

“You being an excellent cook. Of course you would be.”

I chuckle. “Laura wasn’t much of a cook. So I was usually the one whipping up family meals.”

“Oh…” She swallows audibly, then pretends she’s more fascinated by the mashed potatoes soaking in some of the cranberry sauce.

“It’s uncomfortable when I mention her,” I say, reading her body language. “You wouldn’t want to hear about the woman I was in love with for almost thirty years. Not after what we were doing earlier. It’s a bad habit of mine—when it first happened, she was all I talked about. All I thought about.”

“That’s not it,” Kendall says. “More like I can’t help thinking about how devastating that must’ve been. But you’re the pillar of the family. You helped Nate and your other kids carry on through the tragedy. You’re the kind of father most people would love to have.”

…except the part where I had sex with my son’s ex.

I clear my throat and reach out to scoop up her hand. “It was difficult. Probably the hardest thing I’ve ever been through. But if it did teach me one thing, it’s that life is precious. Life is a special gift we’re given and we’ve got to make the most of it. There’s no time for second-guessing and being too scared to do the things you want to do. I took that to heart when opening The Tavern and my brewing company. But I’m learning it applies in other ways too.”

She squeezes at my thick fingers wrapped around hers. “I’m never going to be Laura, Nick. I’m a different woman.”

“And I’m never going to be my son. I’d say we’re both aware of who the other person is, darling.”

“You make me feel good,” she confesses, biting at her bottom lip. “Maybe better than Nate ever did. That… that seems like a sign I should explore whatever this is.”

“Smart girl.”

“I can’t believe I’m spending Christmas Eve with sexy Santa Claus.”

I laugh as she does too. Leaning closer, I growl, “Sexy Santa Claus? Is that why you called me St. Nick earlier?”

“Your name is Nicholas ! You look like a chiseled lumber jack version of Santa Claus, and somehow you make the thick white beard look sexy! How much more on-the-nose can it get?”

“I’ll be your Santa Claus, darling. But the question is, have you been naughty or nice this year?”

I can tell she’s turned on by how she squirms in her seat, crossing her legs and then desperately reaching to guzzle down some wine from her glass. “I’ve always wanted to try a few new things and role play with Nate. He said it was corny.”

I eye her in amusement, a twinkle in my gaze. My mind’s filling with a dozen different scenarios. “Say no more, darling. St. Nick just might pay you a visit tonight.”