Page 2 of Christmas D*ck

She peered over my shoulder. “Holy shit. Santa’s got some serious swagger.”

I slumped in my seat and watched Kaci’s facial expressions intently. Being chastised for ogling the tattooed biker wasn’t high on my evening’s activity list. As her expression changed from curiosity to worry, I prepared for the wrath of Mister Claus.

The blur of a tattooed hand made its way into my peripheral vision as he grabbed the chair to my immediate left.

I sank a little further into my seat.

He turned the chair around and sat with his forearms clutching the back. His dark hair was draped behind his ears and was cut to a length that almost touched the faux fur of his red cloak. After nodding at Kaci, he turned toward me. His broad chest peeked through the opening of his coat. Seeing it only added to the tension I was already feeling.

He looked me up and down. “Evening, ladies.”

His voice was low and commanded the full attention of whoever was within earshot, even though he didn’t inflict much emotion in his tone.

“Hi,” Kaci squeaked from across the table.

I felt myself blush. I set my wine aside, swallowed heavily, and managed a finger-wave.

He undressed me with his eyes. After taking every inch of me in, his eyebrows raised. “You don’t talk?”

Paralyzed by the tone of his voice and his handsome looks – and feeling like a fool for being caught eyeing him – I simply nodded.

He coughed out a dry laugh. “Can you read lips?”

I gave a shrug of uncertainty.

He pressed the tips of his index and middle finger against his lower lip, and then rolled it downward. Much to my surprise, two words were indelibly marked on the flesh of his inner lip.

As I read the tattooed script, my lady bits began to tingle.