Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
I got in her face and ignored the fact that my dick was trying to get at her. “Go change that shit or you’re not going.” She folded her arms and tapped her foot which usually means she’s about to be stubborn.
“I’m going and that’s that, there’s nothing wrong with this outfit.” She looked down at the dick raising contraption like she didn’t have eyes in her damn head.
I’m guessing the shit she had on was supposed to be a dress. It was green with red and white fur trim, but there’s where the elf ended. The shit had no back, no sleeves and was barely below her knees.
“What do you have on under there that’s making your breast do that?” She slapped my hand away and looked over my shoulder.
“Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.” She hissed out the words, reminding me that Frank was still there. I forgot all about him.
“He can’t hear shit I’m saying to you. Now go change before you get yourself in trouble. You’re not going anywhere looking like the Xmas slut.”
She smacked me across the mouth. I dragged her ass back to my place and slammed the door in Frank’s smirking face. A little less than an hour later when she left my place cussing me up one side and down the other, she had no choice but to change.
For one, the shit was in tatters on my bedroom floor, and for another, her neck and back were now completely covered with hickeys which she had no chance in hell of hiding. I went off to work feeling no pain. I hope her ass ends up staying home.
We had a nice reunion the day before Xmas which was my next day off and I couldn’t see that there were any lingering effects from our little tussle. She can hold a damn grudge, but the way she let me take her down in her living room told me she was over her snit.
We lounged in front of the fireplace after she fed me another one of her concoctions and then she talked me into going around the neighborhood with her handing out pies and other shit she’d baked.
We got back to her place just in time to see a car pulling into her driveway. She squealed and ran ahead before I could stop her. And almost lost her damn life when she jumped into some man’s arms.
They had some kinda conversation before she hugged him again while I stood on the sidewalk, arms folded trying to figure out who the fuck I was going to call to bail my ass outta jail after I break this asshole in half.
She finally remembered me and came back to my side. “Who the fuck is that?” I never took my eyes off the asshole.
“My step brother, he’s spending night on his way to my parents’ place.’
“The fuck he is, he’s not staying in there with you alone overnight.”
“What, are you nuts he’s my brother.”
“I don’t give a fuck I’ve seen the porno channel. Those steps be getting up to some freaky shit, not gonna happen.”
She couldn’t hide her damn smile, which means she’d got me to act like her fucking pet monkey again. She sure does love making me look like an ass.
I walked over and introduced myself and we both spent the rest of the night checking each other out. I’m not sure what he saw and didn’t much give a fuck. But we spent a pleasant evening at her place where the two of them played catch up and I just watched and listened.
When it was time for bed I told her she had one of two choices. I could stay in her bed, in which case her brother was gonna get an earful, or she could come home with me which meant he’d only get half an earful because her ass tends to get noisy.
In the end she got him settled and we headed next door. “Good choice.” I was happy as fuck that she chose me, even though she didn’t realize that that’s what she’d done.
Shit, that shit put me in the holiday spirit and I took her to her happy place twice that night and once again in the morning before she went to do her thing.
Later that evening we sat in front the fire at her place sipping eggnog after a meal fit for a king. She was still oohing and aahing over the two carat diamond studs I’d hid and bought her, and though I liked the new cashmere sweater she got me, I knew what my real gift was. Her, my holiday joy.
Epilogue
JOYANN
“Devlin, get a grip. That child is all of three months old. Half of that mess she’s not gonna use and the other half she’s going to outgrow in a month.”