Santa Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #10)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Emily

“What in the Christmas hell is this?” Charlotte asked, looking stunned as we walked into the hall all decked out in Bachelorette Christmas cheer.

“Hell? Lottie, you said that wrong, it’s pronounced heaven,” my older sister Madeline said, pinning a nametag on me that read Memmy, which is what I used to call myself when I was two and couldn’t pronounce my own name.

But to be fair she at least wrote Madly on her own name tag which is what I called her back then and still occasionally do.

“I hate when she calls me Lottie…” Charlotte said, pointing at the name tag my sister had pinned on her just before me that read Lottie The Hottie Bride on it, her words trailing off as she scanned the room.

Several women from the bridal party walked past us excitedly, squealing in delight, but I stayed back with my brother’s fiancé.

“It just means you’ve been accepted as part of the family,” I said, shrugging at the woman who was about to marry my older brother, David.

Charlotte smiled at that until her eyes landed on something that apparently horrified her. “Are those flashing red and green string lights… penises?”

Squinting, I replied, “Looks like it,” and pointed to the Christmas tree strung with Christmas balls—literal sparkly plastic gonads, not just spherical ornaments. “And are those…" I cleared my throat, my brows going skyward. “Happy Nutsmas decorations?”

Charlotte looked at me, her eyes so wide I could see the flashing lights reflecting in them and then she burst out laughing.

“I adore your family, Emily Miller.” She bumped me with her shoulder. “But I may have made a mistake choosing your older sister as my matron of honor.”

I laughed. “Thought she’d be a little more conservative since she’s the oldest, is married, and has three kids?”

Charlotte nodded, still wide-eyed. “She seemed so… mature.”

I started laughing. “To be fair, it’s sort of tradition to be garish at these things. Madeline’s assistant booked Sexy Santa Inc here at the inn last December for a women’s college reunion. And my sister loved them. She said they were classier than your typical male exotic dancers.”

“I suppose.” She still glanced about prudently.

Suddenly the lights dimmed, and a sexy beat started up. “Prepare thyself, Charlotte, I have a very bad feeling about this.”

We both looked at each other as a dozen mostly naked men dressed as elves in skimpy green hot pants and sparkly red suspenders and bowties filtered in.

Charlotte’s cheeks turned a shade brighter than natural and by the heat I felt on mine, I was sure we matched.

She was suddenly swept away from me by six elves who were preforming a dance to a bastardized rendition of Jingle Bells.

They swept her up some stairs and sat her on a red velvet chair center stage.

Jingle balls, jingle balls, jingle all the way. Each time the chorus rang out, the sexy elves made thrusting movements with their hips that made their well-endowed packages swing toward Charlotte.

Madeline grabbed me, yanking me to the back hallway away from the action as poor Charlotte buried her face in her hands and the other women from the bridal party cheered and cat-called.

When Madeline finally stopped dragging me, I slammed into her with a squeal.

“What is going on with Jett? David told me you asked Charlotte to remove him from the guest list,” she said using her mom voice.

My heart dropped. I was hoping no one would bring him up. “Yeah, he’s not coming.”

“Why the hell not?” Her accusing tone ruffled my feathers, bringing back memories of my teen years.

“We broke up.”

“What do you mean you broke up?” She didn’t let me answer though, she just carried on sounding semi-hysterical. Was there such a thing as a Matron of Honor-zilla? “He’s a fucking usher.”

I cut her off. “Madly, he cheated on me, and it’s over.”

Her eyes narrowed. “He what?” She turned away, mumbling, “I’ll kill him. I’ll sauté his balls with the Christmas turkey gizzards and serve them to the dogs.” Before looking back at me, she crossed her thin arms and demanded, “What happened?”

I sighed, embarrassed because he wasn’t the first guy to cheat on me and the ‘what happened’ was beginning to make me feel as if I might be the problem.

“Nothing. I forgot my work laptop at home on Wednesday, so I came home midday to get it and found him there with another woman.” I pressed my fingers to my eyes to remove the image of the thin brunette sprawled out on my bed.

“Did he deny it? Did he make an excuse for why she was there? Was it a misunderstanding? Or are you freaking out over nothing?”

I pressed my lips, annoyance coursing through me. “Oh, there was no denying anything. She was lying naked on my bed,” I said loudly with a humorless laugh. “But he did give me an excuse.”

Her eyes went wide, and her voice got louder. “An excuse for that? Like what, he was taking up painting and she was his model?”

I gathered a breath, emotion welling. “His excuse was...”

“What?”

I shrugged, gathering a breath, and looked away. “He wanted to have normal sex without feeling pressured to try weird shit.” I nibbled my lip, attempting to keep my tears at bay.

Madeline’s jaw dropped. “Memmy.”

“Then he said we weren’t sexually compatible.”

“Oh, my fucking god! What the actual fuck? Explain!” Her booming demand for an explanation had my gaze darting around us, checking to make sure no one overheard. But we were alone in the hallway. Madeline’s staff could be anywhere, and I didn’t need to become gossip at my sister’s workplace.

“Shh! God! Everyone will hear.”

“No one will hear anything over the music, and besides they’re so focused on hot half naked elves, the place could be on fire, and no one would notice. And so what if they did? This isn’t on you. This is one hundred percent on that bastard. You have nothing to be ashamed about.”

I shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe it is on me.”

“How?” Her sharp tone made me jump a little.

I swallowed looking around again. Once I was sure the hallway was empty, I spoke. “Last week I asked him if we could spice things up in the bedroom.” I looked at my feet, her silence urging me to continue. “I’ve always wanted to try—”

She cut me off. “You asked him to tie you up, spank you, pull your hair, maybe choke you?”

I closed my eyes, mortified. “Madeline! God, stop being so loud! This is embarrassing.”

“Honey, those things aren’t as weird or taboo as you think.” She shrugged. “Your brother-in-law dominates me in the bedroom all the time.”

This time her confession had my eyes flying wide.

“What? Ew, don’t tell me that! Wait, he does?

Sweet, accountant, number one dad, and husband extraordinaire is dominant in the bedroom?

And you?” My brow crunched. “Submissive?” I almost choked on the thought.

There wasn’t a submissive bone in my sister’s body.

“Yes. It makes him feel powerful and me taken care of. Gets me out of my head. You know I’m in boss mode at work all the time, and when I’m not in boss mode, I’m in mom mode.

The mental load is…” She cocked her head, giving me a small secret smile.

“God, Memmy, have you read a romance novel recently?”

I shook my head. “Nothing mainstream,” I replied.

“If you’ve read anything with that stuff in it, it is mainstream.

A lot of women like power exchange and as long as it’s consensual and safe, why the fuck not?

God, watch Reels or Tik Tok, hon. They’re full of shit like that.

If your douche-canoe ex doesn’t realize it, then he’s obviously not in the know when it comes to women.

” Her brows rose and she rolled her eyes to the right.

“Which honestly, doesn’t surprise me one bit. ”

I smacked her. “Madly!”

She held up her hands in surrender. “So, what did he say?”

“He said no guy wants to do that stuff with the girl he’s going to marry. He said he didn’t want a slutty whore mothering his kids.”

“Jesus Christ. You dodged a fucking bullet. So, what did you do when you walked in on them?”

I shrugged. “I left quietly and told him to be out of my condo by the time I got home from work.”

“And was he?”

“No, but he is now. He took his time.”

“That bastard!” She shook her head looking down the hallway. “I will string him up by the balls myself.”

Feeling validated by her outrage, I watched Maurice, one of the room attendants, walk past us carrying a Santa suit. When he stopped and opened a door I hadn’t realized was there, my eyes went wide. So did Madeline’s.

Inside was a gorgeous man wearing nothing but a pair of skintight boxers with a Christmas present design right over his package. My face instantly heated. Thankfully the door closed, rescuing him from our impolite staring. My wide gaze moved to Madeline.

“Looks like someone’s getting a big present for Christmas,” my sister blurted, and I choked back a laugh, despite our awful conversation still hanging over my head.

“Was that Sexy Santa?” I whispered.

“It was.” She waggled her brows, staring at the door, but when she turned her full attention back to me, her expression became grumpy again.

“Now back to the douche. How could he do this two weeks before Christmas, and your brother’s wedding?

Like hello, have some decency. It’s a two-thousand-dollar-a-plate event. ”

I closed my eyes. “Not everything is about the wedding, Madly,” I snapped, lashing out even though I knew that’s not what she meant.

“And it’s not that much, because David’s best man isn’t charging anyone for the rooms, since they’re in his private chalet.

And he’s providing the catering and activities which he gets at cost since he owns the whole damn resort.

And besides, when your sister gets cheated on, it affects way more than some seating chart and bottom line.

And furthermore, it’s not like he was planning on getting caught, so if I hadn’t forgotten my laptop, he’d still be coming, and I’d be none the wiser. ”