Page 28 of Snowed In with My Best Friend's Dad
"So, not simply pleasure?"
She shrugged. "I imagine, for him, there might have been some pleasure. Maybe for her too. But security would've been a bigger desire for them."
Hating that I had taken the wind out of our lively conversation, I decided to change the subject. "Since you're so good at history, how good are you at trivia?"
She smiled, giving me the impression that she was glad I was moving on to a new topic. "I'm not bad."
"It'sTrivial PursuitorCandyland, and if I never play another game ofCandylandagain, that will be just fine."
She laughed. "What do you have againstCandyland?"
"Until kids can count, there's not very many board games they can play.Candylandis one of them, and Lindsay couldn't get enough of that game. I must hold the world record in playingCandyland."
"That would mean Lindsay did too."
"Father-daughter world record team."
"Well, I do likeCandyland, but I'm happy to playTrivial Pursuit."
As it turned out, Miranda was very good at Trivia and it all had to do with her interest in history. Not only did she see the arts as being something that informed history, but sports and entertainment as well. She knew a crap ton of useless facts.
We played several rounds with me losing most of them and then made dinner together. Afterward, we did the dishes, and I made more hot chocolate as we settled back into the living room where I added more wood to the fire.
As midnight marking Christmas approached, I patted my lap, telling her to sit and tell me what she wanted for Christmas. I don't know what she asked for because the minute that fine ass of hers was in my lap, I was rock hard.
“Santa has a present for you.” I pushed her back on the couch and made good on my desire to fuck her tits and then later, her pussy again.
When the final orgasms subsided, we were on the floor, both exhausted. I pulled the blanket from the couch and covered us both. Maybe I should have brought her up to my bed, but this place in front of the fire, with Christmas lights twinkling around us, was our place.
I woke up the next morning still spooned around her. I watched her sleep, amazed at how beautiful she was.If only she weren’t Lindsay’s—
No. I couldn't think like that. Not only because of the situation of her being Lindsay's friend, but also because I was a committed bachelor. There was noif onlythat suggested something more than a brief affair. Love and marriage hadn't worked out for me, and I had no interest in it. I had Lindsay as my family and that was all I needed.
As it turned out, it was lucky that Miranda was off-limits because it was clear she was the type of woman who could tempt me to break my vow of bachelorhood. Holy hell, did I just think that?
She let out an “mmm” sound. "I feel like you're staring at me. "
"I want to see what Santa brought me." I pulled the blanket down her body, letting my knuckles caress her smooth, silky skin. “I must have been a very good boy.”
10
Miranda
Ididn’t realize that sex came in so many variations. I didn't mean positions because, of course, I knew about that. But I hadn't been aware that it could have different pacing and moods. Fast and furious. Fun and flirtatious. And now, slow, steady, like a lazy Sunday morning. But even with the variety, there was still an intensity. Every time Brett touched me, kissed me, looked at me as he pistoned inside me, it stole my breath. The emotion of it settled deep in my soul, and while I was grateful for the experience, I was already starting to grieve that it would be over soon.
He lay over me, his hands clutching mine held over my head. His gray eyes watched me as he moved slowly, steadily, inside me. My heart ached, wishing this meant more.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I did as he asked, using my legs to pull him deeper each time he drove in. While the rise wasn’t as crazed and desperate as before, when I reached the peak and my orgasm rolled through me, it was still as powerful. And then it was over.
I couldn't say that this was the best Christmas morning ever because I'd had some wonderful ones as a child, but it definitely was the best since losing my mother. I had some guilt for feeling that way. Like it was a betrayal to my father. Perhaps it was just that the entire experience was so new, so different. My life had been so much ‘the same’ for so long.
Since it was Christmas, we both agreed that it was unlikely my car would be towed out of the ditch even if the road crew was able to clear the trees in the roads. I suspected that was the only reason Brett didn't turn on his Mr. Hyde persona. Mentally, I had to prepare myself for the moment I could leave knowing that he would likely withdraw. Of course he would. We had both agreed that this was a moment out of time. Once we went back to the real world, everything that happened here would cease to exist.
I rubbed my hand over my chest as I pulled out my clothes for the day. Once we rose from our spot in front of the fire, I went up to my room to shower and dress. We didn’t have plans, per se, but since I didn’t have a Christmas gift for him, I thought I would make cookies. I had today, this last day, to fully embrace the joy and pleasure of the holiday.
When I made it to the kitchen, I studied Brett without his seeing me, checking to see if he was still going to be the fun and sweet man I had spent yesterday and this morning with. He was at the stove, cooking something with one hand and taking a sip of coffee with the other.
