Page 49 of Naughty Nicky

“You can’t play that with two people.”

“Seven minutes in heaven?”

He grabs my hips and flips me onto my back. “Mmm, now that sounds like a game I would very much like to play.”

After dinner, we are back on the couch. I talked to Dad earlier, and he said the roads were clear by the house, but Nick walked out to the end of the driveway earlier and noticed the county had yet to plow his road. Not that I’m complaining. I did want one more day with him.

Now Nick is trying to read, and I’m scrolling through Netflix trying to find a movie. But everything looks like it sucks.

I turn toward him. “Why were you wearing that Santa suit?”

Nick sets his book down in his lap. “I volunteer at the hospital a few times around Christmas, dressing as Santa and delivering gifts to the pediatric cancer wing.”

My panties get wet just thinking of him being the kind of man who would dress as Santa to make kids happy. “My childhood would have been completely different if I knew Santa looked like you underneath that suit.”

He throws his head back in laughter. “Yeah, well the kids don’t get to see all this.”

“They would be traumatized by the real Santa if they got to see you in the flesh. I one hundred percent would take abs and a massive cock over a round belly and rosy cheeks any day.”

He grabs my foot and tickles the bottom of it. I try to kick him away but have no luck.

“Those kids are never seeing my abs much less my cock. But I’m glad you think it’s massive.”

“That’s what you got out of that?”

He shrugs, resting his hand on my calf. “You know a guy is always only going to hear about his cock when it’s referred to as massive.”

“And here I thought you were a mature adult.”

He smiles at me. “Most of the time.”

I shake my head at him and turn back to the TV. “We still haven’t really talked about Wes.”

“We aren’t telling him about us anytime soon.”

“Not about that,” I tell him as I turn back to look at him.

“About what then?”

“You know, Wes wouldn’t be mad at you if he found out why you broke your promise to him.”

His hand freezes on my calf. “I know.”

“Then why not tell him you’re here.”

“At this point, it would be even worse. I’ve been here over two years and haven’t told him shit. He would probably hate me more.”

I contemplate that. I can understand my brother being mad he didn’t know Nick was here, but I don’t think he would hatehim. Wes always talks about how he wished he could see Nick more and that he should make his way to New York City. He thought he was a bad friend too for not connecting with him as often as he felt he should have.

“I don’t think he will hate you. He may be mad, sure. But hate, I doubt that.” I don’t tell him what Wes has told me. I think they need to talk about that on their own.

Nick rubs the back of his neck. “It’s just hard.”

“I didn’t say it would be easy.”

He stares at me for a few moments then something in his face changes. “You’re right. I should reach out.”

“Maybe just wait until after Christmas.”

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