Gifted To His Dad: Christmas Novella

I rest against the corner of the hot tub, letting the jets massage my back. Muscles I haven’t used this year ache all over. Griffin’s on the other side, eyes closed as he relaxes in the hot water. I’m about to ask him how he’s feeling about the progress we’ve made with Eve when the sliding door opens, and my breath catches in my throat. She’s standing there in a bright pink bikini, her breasts overflowing the triangles of her top. I want to bite every inch of her. The desire to eat her up is overwhelming.

“I should have tried it on before bringing it.” She’s fidgeting on her feet like she’s uncomfortable, and I hate everything about it. My girl should never feel anything but perfect.

I raise my brows, ready to correct her, but Griffin says, “What are you talking about? You look delicious.”

His eyes are hooded, teeth biting into his lips, completely unaware of just how inappropriate what he said is.

I watch Eve for any signs that she’s uncomfortable, but there’s only a flush crawling up her neck.

“Get in here before you freeze and catch a cold,” I say, taking her hand as I guide her over the edge and pull her into my lap, enjoying the way her soft skin feels against my chest. I doubt she wants me to fuck her right here, but I’m not sure how I’m going to control myself.

Eve’s stiff, her back rigid as she soaks between us as if she doesn’t know what to do with herself. I massage my thumbs on her shoulders, pressing upward in gentle circles. Her body loosens instantly with my touch, and her head rolls forward to give me better access.

“You must be sore,” I say, working my way down her back.

She hums. “That feels good.”

I look at Griffin. His gaze is nearly pitch-black as he takes her in. He’s focused on the way the water skims the swells of her breasts, leaving them half-exposed. His eyes meet mine, the hunger clear as day. He needs to touch her as badly as I do.

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I guide Eve’s head up to face me. “Let us help you.”

Her gaze darts to Griffin’s, then back to mine, and her voice comes out in a squeak. “Both of you?”

I give her a reassuring smile. “Griffin’s good at this. It’ll feel good.”

Griffin doesn’t hesitate to move forward and take one of her feet into his hands, kneading the arch in slow, controlled movements before switching to the other.

Eve’s back arches in response before her eyes close and she gives in, completely at our mercy as we touch her all over. I slide my hands around her front and graze the underside of her breast with my knuckles. She squirms in my hold but doesn’t pull away. Her heartbeat pounds, skipping like crazy as Griffin and I massage her.

Griffin moves closer, gripping her calves and squeezing them. He takes his time working his way upward, and she moans when he wraps his hands around her thighs.

I turn my lips against her ear. “That feel good? You want to keep going?”

She nods, panting, each breath coming out faster than the last.

My fingers graze the seam of her bikini bottoms, and her stomach hollows out, body going rigid in my hands.

“Breathe. Concentrate on how you feel.” She sucks in a breath, and I dip my fingers beneath the fabric, circling her clit.

Her hips buck, and Griffin holds them in place, keeping her thighs open for me.

She’s vibrating and bites down hard on her lip as I dip two fingers into her and press my palm into her clit. She swallows her cries as I bring her to orgasm, kissing up her throat.

Griffin moves back to his side of the hot tub. “Feel better, Baby Girl?”