Page 145 of Sinning for Santa

So light. So free.

Dark.

Nothingness.

A gasp lurches from my lips as freezing cold water engulfs me, and I start hacking up the remnants of cum lodged in my throat.

“Fuck. Jax.” Devon pants, not from exhaustion but what sounds very much like fear. “You scared the fuck outta me.”

He slumps to the floor with me in his arms, cold water beating down on us from his shower head above, as I spit and cough, gasping for air.

“You were meant to pinch me,” he pants again, his arms so tight around me like he’s scared to let me go.

“Sorry,” I scratch out, my voice husky.

“Please tell me you’re alright?” He cups my face, ignoring the cold stream of water, so I nod.

“I’m okay. Promise.”

“Fuck.” Pressing his forehead to mine, I see it now, so clearly. He really is scared, and not just because I could have died, I suppose, but because he actually cares about me.

“It’s a little cold though.” I try to giggle, and he hurries to turn on the hot water, and a moment later, steam begins to fill the space as the icy blast turns molten.

“Why did you do that?” he rasps, sounding so far from the monster I know.

“I didn’t want to stop you right in the middle of… you know.”

His dark eyesroam over my face like he’s trying to see if I really am alright.

“Never compromise your safety for a guy to nut, little mouse.”

“It wasn’t just a guy.” I shrug. “It was the devil.”

He tries to smirk, but it’s weak at best.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, feeling more emotional than I’d like.

His reaction is unexpected, and my need to be closer to him feels like an overwhelming surge of energy I don’t know what to do with.

“Fuck me?” I whisper, tears welling in my eyes as shame begins to engulf me.

I took it too far. I realise that now.

“Not tonight, little mouse.” He brushes back my wet hair plastered to my face, and even though he looks at me like he’d love nothing more than to have sex with me, he still holds back.

“Why?”

“We should get you to bed. Tomorrow will be a big day.” He shifts me off his lap and stands before holding his hand out to me.

“What’s tomorrow?”

“Christmas Eve.” He tugs me up to stand, gripping both my arms to steady me when I get a little dizzy. “It’s my town’s busiest day of the year.”

“It is?” I ask, curious now, letting him shift me under the hot stream of water as he steps out and starts drying himself.

“Yep. It’s the only day we let outsiders in.”

“You do?”

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