Touch of Trouble (Touch Series) (5 page)

"Merry Christmas, baby girl." His sexy murmur sends a shiver down my spine, and I hitch a leg over his hip to get even closer.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy." Tilting up my head, I beam at him and angle for some lovin'. He gives it to me right away, slowly easing into a deep, passionate, and demanding kiss. "Oh…" I breathe heavily, getting clingy and tingly.

It's Christmas morn
ing sex with a twist. It's wonderful, it's tender lovemaking, it's
I-love-you-so-much
, and it's Daddy praising his little one for taking his cock so perfectly. As he rolls us over so I'm on top and I sink down on him, it's Daddy moaning about how tight and addictive his baby girl's pussy feels wrapped around him.

Mere minutes later, he makes me giggle uncontrollably when he flips me over again and pins my body with his. He has this playful grin as he gathers my hands above my head. We kiss sloppily, his cock still moving steadily inside me. Panted breaths mingle, and our bodies become heated and damp. I nearly arch off the bed when he reaches a spot that makes me shake and quiver.

"That’s it, my little baby…" Between husky murmurs and dirty words, he grinds his pelvis against my clit and sucks on my nipples, plucking at them, teasing them. "You're going to come around Daddy's cock, aren't you?"

Holdi
ng my breath, so close, I can only nod in response. I feel feverish and coiled-up, the pleasure building rapidly.

"
Ahhh,
fuck
." He groans and slams his hips forward, effectively pushing me over.

I let out a breathless scream.

Daddy grabs the headboard and takes me hard through my orgasm, surrendering to his own climax when I start gasping for air.

While he jerks and releases into me, I touch him—wherever I can reach—and kiss him, tell him I love him, and inhale our combined scent.

"Jesus Christ, Kayla." Panting, he collapses on top of me, and I trace the goose bumps that appear on his muscular arms. "Kayla, Kayla, Kayla." He lifts his head slowly and kisses my jaw, then my lips. "What you do to me…" Another kiss—a firm one. "I love you more than I can say."

"I love you, too," I singsong. "And it's Christmas!" A big smile takes over my face;
I'm no longer cranky, tired, or in a need of snuggling. Now I wanna give Daddy his presents.

It's been super ha
rd keeping them hidden, but I managed, and last night before bed, I put them under the small tree in the living room area.

"Can we do gifts now, please?" I give him my best puppy-dog look. "Please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top?" Had I not been trapped under him, I would've
had room to clasp my hands together as if in prayer.

Daddy chuckles and moves
off me. "How can I deny you?" With a touch to my cheek, he leaves the bed to put on the dark green pajama bottoms I bought him yesterday. 'Cause I told him that you
had
to wear jammies when you open Christmas presents. So, in return, Daddy had bought me a satin robe two sizes too small in light gold.

I think it's so
he can see my butt.

Jumping out of bed, I rip the tag o
ff the silky smooth robe and dash into the bathroom to go number one and get rid of Daddy's come. Then after washing up and brushing my teeth, I join him in the living room.

While I was gone, he's put on some music channel on t
he TV that’s playing Christmas carols, and there's a room service cart near the tree—

"Oh, my God!" I run over to the tree, spotting all the little boxes that sure weren't there last night. "Wow…" Tugging on Nicholas's hand, I make him sit down next to me.
"How did you manage to hide all these from me?" I may or may not have looked through our luggage. His laptop bag isn't large, which was why I missed the "collar"—the bracelets—he'd gotten for me.

"I had them FedExed before we arrived." He kisses
my temple, enjoying my exuberance. I can totally tell. "They've been in the cabinet over there—" he nods at the solid oak TV stand "—since yesterday."

"Sneaky." I poke his side.

"So were you." He nods at the tree—at the three gifts that are for him. "When I woke up earlier, I thought I'd be the first one to put the presents under there." The corners of his grayish blue eyes crinkle.

I grin proudly. "I snuck out of bed after you had fallen asleep."
And there was no need for me to have anything shipped. Everything fit inside my carry-on bag. My gifts for him aren't big in size.

For fun, I
got him a coffee mug that says "World's Best Daddy" on it. For the gadget lover in him, I bought a portable mini sound system for his office at Switch. The salesguy said Bose or whatever it's called was
very
good. I don’t know. I just scrunch my nose at that tech stuff.

Lastly,
for love and possession, I got something he can wear at the club. If I'm collared, he should be, too! There's always some sub who tries to flirt with my Nicholas, so I figured a simple leather cuff with a metal plate that has the words "Kayla's Daddy" on it should at least help a little.

Admire from afar all you want, ladies, but Nicholas Ford is
so
mine.

Eager to get started, I thrust the box with the coffee mug into Nicholas's hands, thinking I'll go with the smallest gift first. In response, he brings down two plates with breakfast from the cart and tells me to eat my scone.

He laughs and shakes his head at the mug, then gives me a smooch and promises to use it for his morning coffee from now on. I blush and giggle at that. Then it's my turn to shake my head—totally amused—when he opens the gift with the portable speakers. There are four of them, and he looks ten years younger as he animatedly thinks out loud about where to place them in the office at Switch. He also confirms that the salesguy was right. So…
whew
. Good purchase.

"Now that we'll have music up there, perhaps I'll order you to strip for me—maybe a lap dance?" He drops a sensual kiss to my neck. "
Thank you."

"You're welcome." That came out all breathy. "Um, here." I give him the final gift and wring my hands in my lap, nervous he won't like it.

But he does. Thank goodness.

"This is wonder
ful, sweetheart." Putting the box aside, he smiles softly and brushes his thumb over the metal plate with "Kayla's Daddy" engraved in the silver. The black leather is only about two inches wide, and I think it will look so sexy on him. Everyone who works at Switch already wears one, only theirs are slimmer and have the Switch logo. That’s sorta where I got the idea.

"I was thinking you could wear it at the club?" I don’t know why I posed it as a question. "Like, um, a collar…"
To show you're mine
. The red rubber bands worn by everyone who is in a relationship aren't special; they just show unavailability. You slap it on when you enter the club—that’s it. I want something more permanent and unique.

"Of course I will.
Although, I don’t see why I should only wear it at Switch." He attaches the cuff and nods—in satisfaction, it looks like. "Perfect. Thank you very much."

I smile in relief
and nibble on my scone.

"And now I suppose it's your turn." He grins, and I bounce a little, eyeing the handful of boxes left under the tree. But then he confuses me by retrieving his phone from the coffee table a few feet away. "Let's call
Rio and wish him a merry Christmas, shall we?"

"Wh…?"
What?
I frown, thinking his timing stinks.

"You
owe me, Ford."
Rio's grumpy voice filters through, and when Nicholas shifts closer and shows me the display, I see Rio's face, too. I guess a regular phone call isn't enough?
"Oh."
Rio's morning scowl is replaced by a faint smile when he sees me.
"How are ya, love?"

"Um, good." I'm still confuzzled, but I manage to smile genuinely at the sight of a rumpled
Rio. His nearly black hair is messy from sleep, and his bright green eyes glisten when he yawns. "How are you, Sir?"

"Bloody brilliant."
He huffs a chuckle and moves around wherever he is—maybe to another room in his house. I'm not sure, but I think I recognize the rustic red of the walls in his living room.
"Has Nick filled you in?"

I shake my head no.

"Not yet." Nicholas picks up my hand and kisses my knuckles. "All right, so perhaps I didn’t call Rio to wish him a merry Christmas—"

"Cheers, mate."
Rio smiles wryly.

I stifle a giggle.

Nicholas smirks and goes on. "Rio, show Kayla her present, please."

Frowning deeper, I turn to the screen again, then gasp as
Rio picks up a tiny, furry ball. My hands fly to my mouth, and my eyes grow large. Oh, my God, did Nicholas—? Another gasp escapes me when the gray kitten is joined by an orange one. Like Oliver from the Disney movie!

It feels like I'm drawn closer by a magnetic force, and I snatch the phone from Nicholas.

"Rio's been watching them while we're here." He picks me up as if I weigh nothing and sits me down again, between his legs. "They're ten weeks old. Tabbies, both boys."

Rio
cuts in.
"And they track litter all over my house. This is why I'm a dog person."

Pure joy and excitement bubble up, and I'm torn between throwing myself at Nicholas and gluing myself to the phone; in the end, I do a combination of both. While curling up in Nicholas's lap, snaking one arm around his neck, I hold the phone tighter and closer with my free hand. I squeal and blubber about how cute they are; I thank Nicholas for making another one of my dreams come true. Twice, even! Two kittens.
Two!

"I take it you're happy
?" Nicholas smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

"You have no idea." I sniffle, wiping away a tear, and brush a finger over the screen that still shows the kittens. Right now,
Rio's angling his phone at the gray one, who is stretching on the sofa. "Look at him—so adorable." The little furball is a mix of white and silver with darker stripes.

T
hen the other one rolls over there and stretches, putting a small paw on top of his brother's tummy. He's creamy orange and white, spotty instead of stripey, and the colors blend together more.

"I'm a mommy now." I'm nodding, liking my words.

For humans, I'm an auntie type. Nicholas feels the same; he's said he's happy being an uncle to his sister's kids. We like children, but we also like the idea of returning them to their parents when they get fussy. But two precious little animals? Oh, I'm gonna spoil my boys so much!

"Does that make you Daddy, Nick?"
Rio's face fills the screen again; so does his smirk.

Nicholas laughs through his nose. "I suppose." He gives me a squeeze. "But I'll leave the
discipline to Kayla on this matter. I have my hands full with a certain baby girl."

"And she will show you how thankful she is for this." It's a promise. I pop a kiss to his chin before facing the screen once more. "Master Rio, could you please send me a few photos later?"

He inclines his head.
"Of course, little one."

Unfortunately, we have to wrap up the
conversation because it's time to get ready, and my baths tend to take a long time, 'cause I love them so much.

Later, a
s I'm getting dressed, Nicholas explains that the other gifts have a cat theme and that I can open them when we return after brunch. A brunch I don’t really want anymore.

It wasn’t long ago we had breakfast, darn it
. But I obey and let Nicholas drag me downstairs, and later I squeal again when I open the presents to reveal cute collars, toys, treats, and a beautiful book where I can fill in important dates and memories about our kittens.

That night after dinner, Nicholas and I sit at our table with Gramma Ida and a few others as we wait for the game to begin. We have our little paper slips with numbers, but with the amount of people gathered, I don’t think we'll get a basket. Instead Nicholas and I focus on each other, his arm draped across the back of my chair, and he asks me if I've thought of names for the kittens.

Boy, have I ever!

Earlier today, Nicholas took advantage of the hotel gym, and I used that time to respond to all my Christmas texts from friends, and then I'd called Evangeline to volley names. She had gushed over the photos Rio sent me after breakfast, and she'd agreed that the orange kitten really looks like an Oliver. It may not be original, but it was my favorite Disney movie when I was little, so that’s that. And with his markings, I added Spot as his middle name.

Brayden had joined our conversation briefly, mostly to tease me since he and Mar
k are evidently also dog people. Brayden had the nerve to call the gray kitten a furry "ball of smudge."

It was all in good fun, though, and I actually found Smudge cute as hell. But not as a first name. Evangeline and I think
Jackson is a strong name for him.