“Seriously, Violet?”
Her shoulders droop and her mouth turns down at the corners, her disappointment obvious.
I sigh. “Fine. Finish what you’re doing, but quickly. You’re killing my hard-on.” I cross my arms over my chest while she produces a tiny Santa hat. She keeps my dick hidden behind her robe. A few seconds later she pulls the satin to the side.
“Voila!” She does jazz hands on either side of my cock. “Santa Dick!”
My cock is indeed dressed up like Santa. She’s gone so far as to sew a Santa coat with little stuffed arms and crafted a beard out of what I assume is felt and cotton balls. It’s Velcroed under the base of the head. It even has eyes and a nose. A little Santa hat tops the head.
I point to the nose. “Is that a Nerd?”
She nods enthusiastically. “And the eyes are candies too!”
I look up and realize my dick is not the only thing that’s dressed up. Mini candy canes hang from Violet’s nipples. I think she’s taped them there. While that’s inventive, it’s the underwear I’m most fascinated by. They look like a chimney, with a snowy top, except upside down. I gesture to her crotch. “What’s going on here?”
She climbs back into my lap. One of the candy canes falls off her boob. She pauses to reattach it. Then she rises, so the chimney is over top of my slowly deflating Santa dick. He’s starting to lean to the right. Violet lowers herself a few inches and the chimney flap covers my dick. The little hat falls off.
“See! Santa’s going down the chimney!” She flips up the flap, which she’s sewn to the top of the panties to show me. “Do you like it?”
I shake my head and laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I know.” She covers him with the chimney and bobs up and down again, making him disappear and reappear a couple of times.
I let her entertain herself briefly before I make a suggestion. “You should eat the candies now.”
Violet tosses one of the candy canes at me before she leans down and sucks the eyes off the head, followed by the Nerd nose. Then she licks her way around, cleaning off the candy adhesive. I groan and slide my fingers into her hair. On the next pass she removes the dick sock/Santa coat and takes in more of me.
I shift her body so her ass faces me, then pull her panties over her hips so I can get her ready. She moans on my cock when I ease two fingers inside her and start pumping. I add one more, just to make sure she’s ready before I pull her off and bring her mouth to mine. Violet climbs on top of me and sinks down.
Her elf hat falls off, her long hair tickling my chest as she leans in to brush her lips over mine. “Did you like my surprise?”
“It was very entertaining.”
“The Velcro works nice.”
“It does.” I grip her ass and grind her over me.
“Thanks for letting me dress up your dick.”
“Thanks for hugging him when you were done playing dress up.”
She giggles. “Vagina hugs are the best, right?”
“Definitely the best.”
I’ll give Violet her present later. When I’m done providing orgasms.
The Valentine’s Day Love Letter
Violet,
I hope you’re not mad at me for the singing telegram. I thought it was funny, and we have the same whacked out sense of humour, so fingers crossed it went over okay. I figured if it came with candy and flowers you’d be willing to forgive me for embarrassing you in front of your colleagues. If not, I’ll just make it up to your boobs, because they always forgive me for the dumb shit I do.
If it’s not too much to ask, maybe you could wear the Spiderman jammies tonight? And your glasses. I’m having dinner brought in, because I don’t want to share you.
Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.
Love,
Alex
Pucked Up Deleted Chapters
WHEN I STARTED this book, I had a plan, and then I went back and added all this material, and realized it was keeping Miller and Sunny apart for far too long, so I ended up cutting what amounted to a good 10-20k. Some of it was repurposed and added to the story later on, but this chunk just had to go.
I think it showcases just how altruistic Miller really is, and how bad his luck can be. There’s also a little Randy, pre-Lily in here, so forgive his behavior please. ;)
Chapter One
Altruism Ain’t Easy
I SMELL LIKE a farm animal. I probably look like one, too, based on my lack of access to things like razors and hot water. I might stink worse than my lucky hockey socks during playoffs, and those were rank by the time the finals came around. My housekeeper wouldn’t let me keep my hockey bag in my condo anymore because it stunk up the whole place. I didn’t think it was that bad, but I moved it to the balcony anyway so she’d stop throwing floral air fresheners in there.
But the reason for my current state of grossness has nothing to do with hockey. Every year, as soon as the official season is over, I spend a few weeks doing volunteer work. Usually it takes me out of the country. It’s a break from the city and the intensity of being an NHL player.
For the past ten days, I’ve been part of the labor crew on a construction project. I’m decent at building things. That and gym were the only classes in high school where I managed to get decent marks. And sometimes I’d do okay in art class if I wasn’t goofing off with the sculpting clay.
Today we finally finished our phase of the job. All that’s left is the painting and decorating. Another crew is coming to replace us tomorrow, so by the end of the month it should be ready.
The building will house kids who lost their families in the most recent hurricane to rip up Haiti. With twenty-five eight-by-eight bedrooms, a cafeteria with a kitchen, two communal bathrooms, a utility room, and a common room, it’s supposed to hold up to a hundred kids. Each tiny bedroom has two bunk beds. The whole place is built for utility, not luxury. A small, shared room is way better than not having a place to sleep at all. Sometimes nature can be assholely to people who didn’t have much to begin with.
For the first three days, we slept in tents. It’s not the most comfortable, but having done this since I was a teenager, I’ve learned a good yoga mat helps a lot. After we finished building the first floor, we moved inside. I’m too wide and tall to fit into the bunk beds—they seem like they’d work well for munchkins—so I slept on the floor. These trips always put my cushy life into perspective.
Usually my dad comes with me—he’s the one who started taking me in the first place—but he had another trip planned this year, so it’s just been me, one other player, and some volunteers. It’s been fun for the most part, aside from Randy, my teammate and friend, bitching about the lack of bunnies.
This year I wasn’t as excited about going as I usually am. I’ve been hanging out with a girl, and being out of the country leaves her wide open for dates with someone other than me. I wouldn’t be all that worried, but we haven’t had a discussion about not seeing other people, and things were kind of up in the air when I left for Haiti.