Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Bet your ass, sweet cheeks,” Sebastian’s deep baritone voice said from behind us.
Then the unmistakable sound of a hand meeting the meaty part of an ass rent the air, followed by Baylee’s shriek of outrage. “Sebastian, you big shit. You made me get chocolate on my fingers!”
I turned just in time to see Sebastian put Baylee’s fingers into his mouth and suck.
My eyes returned immediately to what I was doing while my cheeks flamed.
A warm hand sliding around from my hip to my stomach had me turning my head to the side and up to find Loki’s amused face.
His big body was shaking in silent laughter at the awkward position I was in, and the degree of redness still tinging my cheeks.
“What’re you making?” He asked curiously, as he watched me dip another banana on a stick into the not-so-melted-anymore chocolate.
“Chocolate covered bananas for Johnny’s kindergarten class party tomorrow,” I informed him.
His eyes moved from the banana in my hand to the finished ones cooling on the wax paper, and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Sebastian, did you see what they’re making your son for his Christmas party?” Loki asked.
My eyes went from Loki’s furrowed brow to Sebastian, and the expression on his face was comical.
“What the fuck are you making, Baylee?” He exclaimed.
“Chocolate covered...oh fuck!” Baylee yelled. “What the hell, the picture Winter showed me of hers didn’t look like that!”
Winter, she explained, was her partner at the Kilgore Fire Department. Winter had made these for a family barbeque, and they’d been a big hit with the kids.
“What’s wrong with them?” I asked in confusion.
I didn’t see anything wrong with them, I mean sure, they were a little messy looking.
The outsides had drips of chocolate that ran down the length of the banana in rivulets, giving off a vein effect. And the chocolate had clumped more about an inch down from the tip of the...holy shit!
“They look like chocolate covered dicks!” I shrieked.
“And there it is,” Loki chuckled as he pulled me in closer to his body.
“I can’t give these to a bunch of five year olds!” Baylee cried.
Sebastian picked one of the chocolate covered dicks...bananas, and held it up for inspection. Then he surprised the ever-loving shit out of me and took a bite of the concoction.
“It’s pretty good,” Sebastian offered. “You can’t take them to his school, but the guys will eat them. They won’t go to waste.”
Loki followed suit, grabbing up six separate dried chocolate covered dicks and walked into the living room.
We followed behind him, Baylee and I, side by side, as we watched him pass out the dicks to the men remaining in the living room.
There were only seven now, and every one of them took the creations with a wary eye, but nonetheless took a bite anyway.
“This is the best dick I’ve ever tasted,” the old man who looked like Santa exclaimed.
Baylee and I giggled as Trance turned to the old man. “Hopefully it’s the only dick you’ve ever tasted.”
Santa pursed his lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He asked coyly.
“Who’s Santa?” I asked quietly.
Well, obviously, my quiet and the rest of the room’s quiet were not one and one, because as soon as I asked that, they all turned to me.
I froze when I was the focus of all those eyes; especially Trance.
Before, he’d looked pretty normal hanging out with his friends, despite his uniform. However, there was no hiding those eyes.
The eyes that told everyone just who he was, and what he was capable of. They may have been pretty, one blue and one green, but they were anything but welcoming.
His eyes were shrewd as he surveyed me. Just as they’d been the two other times I’d seen him before. They were also calculating, sizing me up, and taking inventory.
He took in my arms that were crossed tightly across my chest, my eyes that were trying to look at him, but not quite succeeding. My appearance. My everything.
I felt like my skin was crawling. Like things were underneath my skin, making it itch.
My eyes started to water, and my heart started to pound. I could feel the telltale symptoms that indicated an oncoming panic attack start to take over.
I could hear Baylee’s worried voice beside me, speaking desperately, but I couldn’t acknowledge her. I couldn’t look away from Trance’s hypnotizing eyes.
Then something wonderful happened.
Loki’s chest came into my line of sight.
The badge that was hanging around his neck came into view, followed by his hands as they came up to frame my face.
“You’re safe, sweetheart. I’m right here. Trance will never hurt you, I promise,” Loki whispered into my ear.
My eyes moved from the beaded chain holding his badge to his pale blue eyes, and I came back to myself.
“I’m okay,” I said roughly.
“I know,” he said back just as roughly.
He pulled me into his chest, and I buried my face into the crook of his neck, standing on tiptoes so I could wrap my arms around his shoulders.
As soon as his skin touched my own, I felt how cold and clammy I’d gotten. Shivering, I held on tighter as his arms wrapped around my back, pulling me in close.
His heart was thundering just like my own, and I realized that I’d scared him.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized.
“Not your fault, Channing. It was never your fault,” he excused.
I shivered slightly. “I know. Now, let’s go introduce me to your friends since I’m not going anywhere and they’re not going anywhere; I want to be able to breathe if you leave the room.”
His eyes got far away for a second, and then he smiled slowly. “Sure, let’s go.”
He held my hand tightly, my small one clasped in his big one, and we walked into the living room.
They’d all resumed their chocolate covered penis eating; some were finished and holding the empty sticks.
Santa was the first to acknowledge me. “Would you like to sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas?”
His smile was infectious, and I found myself walking towards him.
I would’ve sat in his lap, too, if Loki hadn’t grabbed me around the waist and sat us both down in the closest recliner.