Page 66 of Hold On

“What the fuck is this for?!” she excitedly gushed as she accepted it all in the chair.

“It’s your fuckingbirthday, Lina Girl,” I said incredulously. Her face fell hearing that.

“Oh,” she replied, looking away from me.

“Problem?” I asked her as she exhaled dramatically, and she finally met my eyes.

“I just… stopped caring. You know, after I had to leave you,” she said quietly. “I didn’t really have a reason to celebrate after that. Or anyone to celebrate with. I started to forget so it wouldn’t hurt as badly.”

“I’m here now,” I said as I nuzzled her nose, and she nodded her head yes.

“And you remembered,” she whispered back to me. I smiled at her, kissing her lips before moving away so the stylist could work. I told Alina to do whatever the hell she wanted. And when I opened my eyes to see the reveal, it took everything in me not to pop a fucking boner as she showed off her new look. Her hair was maroon in high school, but today she took it to a brilliant, dark red that pummeled the breath from my body. She was so happy, she went down on me in the parking lot, not even caring that her stylist was getting an eyeful.

And as I look at her now, sitting before me on our bed, her gorgeous mane of red surrounding her face, I think she looks like Venus. Perfect and pure and red as the sun. Brilliant and beautiful. Sexual and dangerous all at once.

And fuckingmine.

“Happy birthday, fuck doll,” I say with a smirk. She squeals again, kissing my toes before turning to the bottle of remover.

“I’ve been thinking. I want to do this right tomorrow,” she ventures. I furrow my brow, wondering what she’s going to suggest next.

“I’m curiously excited for what’s about to come out of your mouth,” I reply. She laughs at me as she begins to remove the old polish from my toes.

“I want to dress up when we kill Luke. I want to look hot as shit as we slaughter that motherfucker,” she declares as she snarls slightly. My fucking dick stiffens in my pants at her idea.

“I’m all about a good performance and the outfit is about sixty-five percent of that,” I say seriously. “What are you wanting to kill him in, then?”

“There’s something special I’ve been saving for the right occasion. And right partner,” she says as her eyes soften and settle on mine.

“That would beme,” I growl. She nods while licking her lips. I know she’s doing it without thinking, but it’s seductive as shit.

“A tail,” she hints, like the vixen she is. I rise up on my elbows, knowing exactly where this is going.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I shout happily. She smiles genuinely. “A plug?”

“Mhm. One that’s been kept safe and secret for a long time,” she says slyly. I cock a brow.

“Goon,” I urge as she moves to my next foot, removing the old nail polish.

“It’s beautiful. And fluffy. Andred.”

I growl deeply before I answer, knowing exactly what it is. “A fox.” She nods seriously without returning my smile. It takes everything inside of me not to jump her. “For me?”

She nods again.

“You never forgot the purple heart. I never forgotyourfantasy,” she whispers. I had told her one night that as a kid, I had had a crush on Maid Marian from the cartoon version of Robin Hood. AndmaybeVixey from The Fox and the Hound. That it would’ve been hot as fuck to have her dress up for me as my own little, foxy fuck doll.

“In said fantasy, am I fucking you while Luke bleeds below us?” I ask as my dick becomes a full-on boner. She actually fuckingtsksme, the damn brat.

“In this new one, yes! And get out of here with that thing! I’m about to paint your toenails!” she complains, pointing at my hard dick. I rub my stiff shaft uncomfortably, willing it to chill out as she searches for the black polish hiding in the bedspread.

“I can’t fucking wait,” I say as I lay back down on the mattress. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Is Luke scared of anything in particular?” She snorts, piquing my curiosity.

“Oh, yeah. He’s deathly afraid of birds. One time a tiny little bird found its way into the Bengal, and I swear to god, Lukeflew out of his skin. He hates seeing them outside too. If they fly into a window or at his windshield, he’s full-on screeching. It’s actually incredible the length to which he overreacts. I really wish I knew the origin of that fear,” she says absentmindedly.

“Well. I have the perfect outfit for our date, then,” I say in a self-satisfied tone.

Alina:

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