Page 21 of Christmas Chaos
‘Look, are you sure I’m not going to cause any harm?’
‘There are no guarantees, Mr MacGinley, but it’s extremely unlikely. If you are truly concerned about your penis, I can make you an appointment with the urologist, Doctor Payne?’
Zoe snorted with laughter.
Rory stood, the chair pushing back with a screech. ‘That will not be necessary.’
‘Marvellous. I’ll see you in a few weeks.’ She handed Zoe her maternity notes with a wink. ‘Have fun, Mrs MacGinley.’
Zoe skippedout of Raigmore hospital, singing ‘Let’s Talk About Sex’ by Salt-N-Pepa. By the time they’d reached the car park, she was body-popping to ‘I Want Your Sex’ by George Michael. Back in the truck she started crooning ‘Let’s Get It On’ by Marvin Gaye.
Rory rested his head back and sighed. ‘Did you enjoy that?’
‘Might have done,’ she replied, stretching her arms over her head and pushing out her chest. Rory swallowed and tried not to stare at her breasts.
She put her hand on his trousers. His cock was already hard.
‘How is your penis?’ she asked innocently. ‘It feels a bit stiff. Does it need a massage?’
He closed his eyes and groaned. ‘Fuck’s sake, Zoe.’
‘Rory, please can we go home and put your definitely not average cock in my perfectly safe and normal vagina? Pretty, pretty please?’
He sighed. ‘If you’re sure?’
Her response was to unlace her boots.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Getting ready. I want to have sex the moment we get home.’
He started the engine and eased out of the space. He could do this.
By the timethey turned down the track to the cabin, Zoe was naked from the waist up. However, as they rounded the final bend, Rory suddenly slammed the truck in reverse.
They were not alone.
‘Who the fuck was that?’ Zoe asked as she hastily got dressed.
‘God knows,’ he replied. ‘But I’d rather they didn’t see your spectacular breasts or my “perfectly average penis”.’
‘Well, whoever they are, let’s get rid of them quickly.’
As soon as Zoe was decent, Rory eased the truck back along the track. The car parked outside the cabin was a big black SUV with tinted windows.
No one got out to greet them.
‘Dudes!’
Rory had been glad of the sex reprieve but now his heart sank.
There in the distance, walking up the hill from the loch towards them, hand in hand with Bandit at their side, was his mother and her much younger husband, Hollywood superstar, and all round fruit-loop, Brad Bauer.
‘Promise you’ll behave,’ Zoe said.
Rory was silent.
‘Rory!’ she hissed.
