Santa Baby: a Crescent Cove Romantic Comedy Collection

by Quinn, Taryn

  “Tell me what you want.”

  I shook my head and shut my eyes. Dammit, he was supposed to know. Wasn’t that his job? Best friend and all, for fuck’s sake. He was supposed to know I was dying for him to keep doing that to my breasts while he fingered me and made me come. Then he was supposed to move down my body and—

  “That’s it. Tell me. Every dirty word.”

  I blinked. Had I spoken? Oh, that wasn’t good. Except maybe it was, because he was doing all of that. His big hand covered my pussy, rubbing gently before he parted my swollen lips and stroked my clit in circles. Over and over so that I had to grind myself wildly against his palm. He released my achy nipple with a pop and slid down my body, his intended target clear. Instead of closing my eyes again, I leaned up on my elbows and licked my lips, ready to watch every lewd moment—

  “Daddy!”

  Fourteen

  The cry from down the hall had Seth scrambling back so fast that I nearly fell off the bed. I grabbed hold of the bedding and tried to haul myself up, but all the build-up without a finish for a second time was giving me one hell of a head rush.

  Almost in slow-motion, the doorknob started to turn. Seth flung himself at it while I scrambled for my dress, for a corner of the comforter, hell, even for a damn shoe to cover my nakedness. I settled for Seth’s T-shirt where he’d tossed it on the footboard and yanked it over my head just as Seth blocked Laurie’s flight into the bedroom.

  “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Come here.” He scooped her up in his arms and cupped her head, holding it to his shoulder while he pivoted and ascertained I wasn’t flashing any T and A at his young daughter.

  I was already ruing not making a grab for my dress, because what was I supposed to do to cover my lower half? Lace panties were not adequate. But without any alternatives, I tugged the comforter halfway over me and tried to unobtrusively tug them on.

  And Laurie was crying, and it just did not matter. Nothing did but making her feel better.

  As soon as I’d yanked them up my ass, I flung off the comforter and scrambled toward Seth and Laurie. “What’s wrong, honey?”

  She cried harder and clung to her father, and for the first time in a long time, I felt as if I didn’t belong. As if I didn’t have a right to intrude. This was a private moment between them and I wasn’t her mother.

  I stepped back, pushing my messy hair away from my face, and would’ve aimed for the bathroom—possibly to have a good cry, though I wasn’t even sure why—if Seth’s voice hadn’t stopped me.

  “Ally, c’mere.”

  Frowning, I looked back to see Laurie knuckling her red eyes with one fist and reaching for me with the other.

  I moved toward them and took her chubby hand. Seth shifted to slide his free arm around my waist. “Let’s go back to your room.” His voice was low and soothing. “We’ll read you the rest of the story from earlier.”

  Laurie curled into his chest while I rubbed my thumb over her soft skin. “Spend the night?” she asked me, peering out from underneath her father’s chin. Her lashes were starred with tears.

  Seth answered before I had a chance to think of an answer. “Yes, Ally’s spending the night. She’s going to be spending the night a lot more often from now on. Okay?”

  Laurie nodded and stretched out her other arm to me so I could take her. I glanced at Seth, and he held her out to me as if she was mine too.

  Eyes scratchy all over again, I pulled her into my arms and buried my face in her still damp hair.

  “Story time,” Seth murmured, and I nodded.

  Together, we walked down the hall to Laurie’s bedroom. Gently, I unwrapped her from her ferocious hold on me and set her back on her bed, taking my spot again on the side as if I belonged there. Seth sat on the opposite one. We took turns reading the story, with Seth playing the part of Mr. Peppermint while I played Mr. Peppermint’s nosy neighbor. By the end, Laurie was laughing at our exaggerated play-acting, but her eyes were heavy with fatigue.

  “We’ll stay until you sleep,” I said, fussing with her sheet.

  Seth nodded.

  It didn’t take long, maybe ten minutes. We waited another fifteen beyond that, making sure she was out. Then we tiptoed back down the hall to his room and carefully closed the door behind us.

  “I like this on you,” he said, fingering the hem of the shirt that brushed my thighs. I still hadn’t felt comfortable wearing it without pants in front of Laurie, but at least it had covered everything. Mostly.

  I started to shrug off the compliment. My emotions were raw and jagged and all over the place. I was still horny yet I wanted to sniffle. So much was changing, and even trying to hold on to what I knew was impossible. Nothing was the same. Not Seth.

  Not even me.

  “I like wearing it,” I said instead, turning my cheek against the worn cotton and taking a nice big sniff of Seth’s sugar sex cologne.

  “So don’t take it off.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me close. “I can do what I need to do over, under and through it.”

  “That sounds promising. And filthy.”

  “Filthy promises are the best, baby.”

  The affectionate term made me cock my head at him. I was still Ally, he was still Seth. We fucked, but ‘baby’ was new.

  He took that moment to grip my chin and haul my mouth to his. And like always, his lips were tender when everything else about him was hard.

  Especially the stiff cock trapped in his jeans between us.

  “I want you so much,” he said between kisses, and I nodded, because I got it. Every part of me was trembling to be with him again. Craving that instant when he’d slide inside of me and fill me up.

  “But Laurie—”

  “Might wake up,” I finished.

  “Come to bed.” He gave me a quick smack on the ass, making me laugh.

  I skirted around the bed and got in while he quickly shed his jeans, boxers, and sneakers and followed suit.

  Now what? Move toward him? Cuddle with my pillow? Wait for him to be bowled over by the sight of my collarbone revealed by the saggy collar of his T-shirt?

  He didn’t suffer from such indecision, however. He just hooked his arm around my waist and dragged me closer, covering my mouth with his before I could so much as sigh.

  “I need you,” he said, and I couldn’t argue. I needed him too. So much.

  “Will do better later, promise,” he said, anchoring my leg over his hips. I wasn’t fully sure what he was apologizing for until the damp head of his cock rubbed against my slit. I bit my lip as he slid all the way in, relishing that stretch even as I winced.

  “All right?” He frowned.

  “You’re big.”

  “God, I love virgins.”

  “Not a virgin anymore, wise ass.” Slugging him in the chest while his cock was inside me was a new thing, but it fit us somehow.

  As did him gripping my thigh and shifting me slightly on my back so he could thrust in and out, over and over, until I couldn’t do anything but dig my nails into his shoulders and try to hold on.

  “Damn straight you aren’t a virgin.” He cupped my breast through his T-shirt, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Goddamn, woman, I love fucking you. If only I’d known.”

  So many things nearly sprung from my tongue.

  I knew. I always knew. At least I wished it could be like this with us.

  But I didn’t say anything, just savored the way he was moving inside me. The rhythm he was building, stroke by stroke.

  “Now this pussy is mine. This too.” His hand spanned over my belly and shock and pleasure and fear twined inside me, each fighting for dominance. “All fucking mine,” he said, staring straight into my eyes as he pulled back and sank home, deeper than before. He braced on one hand, rising above me, his muscled, tattooed chest glistening with sweat in the faint moonlight. “I’m gonna come inside you. So fucking deep.”

  Part of me, the side that stayed safe behind a wall of sarcasm,
shouted out a mental insult.

  Yeah, yeah, so do it already so I can finally come too.

  But the me who yearned to belong to him only nodded and moaned, scraping his back, jerking my hips to prod him to go harder, faster.

  “God, Ally.” Desperately, he sucked on my breast through his T-shirt, getting the material all wet. My pussy throbbed in tandem with the nipple between his teeth. “You feel so damn amazing. Wanna fuck you over and over, fill you up with my kid. God, I want that.”

  I tried to swallow over the dust in my throat, to blink away the haze in my eyes. I was so twisted up, so hot and achy all over. All I needed was to come. Then I could think again.

  His movements stimulated my clit with every pass, and I’d been so long denied now that probably a strong breeze could’ve set me off. I cried out, turning my head to bite the pillow.

  “Yeah, yeah, that’s it.” He leaned over me, speeding up until his sweat dripped on my lips. And God, even that was hot. The salt burned where he’d bitten me through our crazy kisses. “Fucking come on me. Now.”

  It wasn’t instantaneous. Maybe later I could take pride in that. But straining toward that peak and not getting there made me frustrated enough to drag my nails down his arm, ripping a groan from him that sure as hell didn’t sound like pain. Especially since his cock started to jerk and spurt inside me.

  And that was what did it. Not his breathless demands. Just feeling him let go so far inside me, that sticky warmth making me feel so full. It didn’t matter if I was imagining I could feel it or not. Just knowing he was coming inside me bare was enough to make me give in too, my hips rising and falling against the mattress as I relished every pulse. I couldn’t stop moaning, and this time, he didn’t try to cover up my sounds.

  We were both too far gone.

  He grunted and kept pounding into me with his half-hard dick until we were broken and sweaty and panting.

  Then he dropped his head to my breast. I stroked his hair, the words on my lips.

  Finally, the truth would be out there between us. No more secrets.

  I love you.

  But in the end, I couldn’t ruin the perfection of this moment. I couldn’t ask for more when he’d already given me so much. More than I’d ever thought could be possible between us.

  Maybe we’d even have a baby together. Our own kind of family.

  Our own kind of miracle.

  Fifteen

  I didn’t realize I’d dozed off in his arms until I tried to move. The watery fingers of early morning light peeked through the edges of his dark curtains. He’d pinned me between him and the mattress with his leg and arm. I tried to be annoyed. It would’ve been easier if I was, but I couldn’t work through the molasses-thick emotions threatening to choke me.

  Love.

  Greed.

  Need.

  I wanted to belong to him so very badly. Almost as overwhelming was the equal need for him to belong to me.

  And that was so very dangerous.

  I wiggled out from under his arm and he moaned into my ear. “Where are you going? You said you’d stay tonight.”

  “And I did. It’s morning.”

  “No.” The word was more of a moan and rumbled through his chest and along my back. “I missed the whole thing?”

  “We were a little tired.”

  “There were many little boys and girls, and a very excited one who didn’t want to go to sleep last night. Then…a nightmare.” He curled his arm under me and danced his fingertips over my inner thigh. “There was also another not-so-little girl who tired me out.”

  “You wouldn’t be calling me fat, would you?”

  “God, no. Perfect.” He skimmed his finger over my thigh to my hip and cupped my ass to shift us even closer. “You fit me in every way.”

  I bit back a moan. “Sex is easy, Seth. We’re good at that.”

  “Yeah, we are. It’s more than that and you know it.”

  I stiffened and tried to wiggle free again. I didn’t want to hear this now. Not when he was all soft and rumbly with sleep. When he could say things he didn’t really mean.

  I longed to hear them so badly, and it was way too easy to believe him while my shields were down. Exactly why I didn’t want to stay the night with him.

  Pillow talk was dangerous. Recriminations were even worse.

  He rolled me over and nudged my thighs open.

  “Seth.” I wasn’t sure I could resist him and he must have heard the warning in my voice. He settled down until I couldn’t move, but he didn’t slip inside.

  He could have.

  He was hard and I was weak when it came to this part of us.

  Instead, he cupped my face. “I love that you slept with me all night. That you allowed me to fill you up and hold you close. That even now we may have a family growing between us. But that’s not all this is about. It hasn’t been for a damn long time.”

  I closed my eyes.

  I couldn’t face those dark eyes. I knew he loved me in his way. The hugeness of our history would always be full of complicated emotions. But there had been so many changes around us and between us.

  “Ally.”

  His voice was low and patient.

  I tried to move my hips a little. Maybe I could distract him.

  He groaned and buried his face in my neck. “No fair. And I’m not letting you distract me. Open your eyes, babe.”

  The different endearment startled me enough for my eyes to pop open. Yesterday he’d called me baby. Now babe.

  The couple vibes were everywhere, but I didn’t dare believe them. If I did and he was just being affectionate—like he might with a friend he loved but wasn’t in love with and liked banging—I wasn’t sure I could survive it.

  “There you are. Don’t shut me out. I don’t like it. That’s not what we’re about. We’ve always had each other’s back.”

  “I know.” I hated that my voice was so tentative and shaky. He was right. I was the one changing things, not him. Well, minus his insane idea that had started all of this in the first place. But I was the one who couldn’t box up my emotions when it came to him any longer. “Things are different now.”

  “Not for me.”

  Well, they sure as hell were for me. Could he really not see that? Was this ever going to work between us if I had to pretend every day?

  I leaned up to kiss him. To distract him so I could finally get some much-needed space, but he turned away from me. “Distracting me again. I don’t just want this. I love this part of us, but the family we’re creating is even more important.”

  “For Laurie,” I said on an unsteady breath.

  “Not just Laurie. For us. We both came from families that were a hot mess. I want Laurie to have an amazing mom as well as a sister. That’s because of you.”

  I swallowed hard. Deep down, I’d never truly believed I would have the opportunity to be a mom. His little girl was more than I could’ve ever wished for. And if I couldn’t have all of Seth, at least I’d have a part of him.

  A child between us could be enough. I hoped.

  “I learned from the best.” I blinked away the rush of tears.

  “You sure did. I wanted your mom to adopt me. One of the many reasons I want you in Laurie’s life. Can’t you see how perfect this is? How we are?”

  “I’m so not my mother.”

  “You’re even better.”

  I tried to shift him off me. “Stop. I don’t need you to butter me up. I already said yes.”

  “That’s not what this is.” He let me up, but didn’t move away. In fact, he reached for me, gripping my hair and dragging my gaze up to meet his. “I couldn’t imagine anyone else being the mother of my child. I wish you really were Laurie’s mother too, but I can’t wish away her mother because she’s part of Laurie. And Laurie is perfect just the way she is.”

  “Yes, she is.”

  “But the fact you love her so completely makes up for the rest.”

  The rest. Aka his brief,
shitty marriage.

  My chest tightened. It really was my fault Marj had left. He’d practically admitted as much.

  I wanted to roll into a ball. I was the reason that little girl didn’t have a mother.

  He lowered his mouth to mine. “Don’t cry, baby. I know you miss your mom.”

  I clung tighter to him, letting him believe the grief living inside me was because of my mother. I missed her desperately, but I also knew she was at peace.

  And she hadn’t been for a long, long time.

  My tears mixed with his soft, sweet kisses. Because I didn’t have it in me to say no. And because I needed this as much as I needed oxygen, I melted into him.

  Soft and gentle as rain. Maybe, just maybe…as healing.

  I strained under him as we moved together faster. As the morning light streamed over our bed, with Seth braced over me, I wound my legs and arms around him as if I’d never let go.

  When he came inside me, I held nothing back.

  He nearly shouted out his release when I lifted my mouth to swallow it down inside me. I held that too. I held every piece of him close. I trailed my fingers up his back until his breathing evened.

  I liked the stillness of the morning and my brain was too wired to drift off again no matter how tired I was. I sifted my fingers through his shaggy hair. The dark curls twined and teased my skin. Even in sleep, he was hard to ignore.

  A thud from out in the hallway made him jump. “Laurie?”

  I kissed his temple and slid out from under him. “I’ll get her. Go back to sleep.”

  “Are you sure?” His dark eyes were blurry and unfocused, but the father in him was ready to get up and take care of his little girl. It melted my heart even more.

  “Yes. We’ll make some breakfast.”