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Doesshesmell like sugar cookies? My cock thickens, ready to… I give myself a mental shake. I shouldn’t be thinking about fucking Bellamie. Loren would kill me if I made a move on her.
And even if she wasn’t my best friend’s sister, she’s nine years younger than me. Her age came up on a phone call I overheard between Loren and his parents once. It’s a big dealto their parents that Bellamie isn’t a teenager anymore and finally settled on a career, even if being a teacher won’t have the prestige her parents deem important.
That must be why Loren’s so driven, not satisfied to merely do charity work, but is the director of his own organization in his free time.
Would her parents consider it prestigious if she married a billionaire? Not likely to be part of their plan, but a guy can hope. I try to distract myself by reading the poster-sized pages Loren stuck to the walls. Does he ever go anywhere without his easel and giant sticky notes planning pages? His day, week, month, long term goals–there’s always something. Does he get the need to have a visual representation of his plan from his parents? I chuckle while imagining Bellamie writing out a plan like that and hanging it on her walls, then me scratching everything out and writingLET KACE TAKE CARE OF YOU.
“What?” Loren asks, annoyed.
Grasping for something acceptable, I say, “Can’t believe you put up a Christmas tree.”
“It came with the rental.”
Refocusing on the screen, I remind myself that I’ve seen Bellamie for maybe ten seconds, haven’t even met her, although I do know that her stepbrother’s a great guy through and through, devoting his life to charity work and helping people help themselves.
“Go wild! Have fun! Make this our first and best Krampusnacht parade!” The parade manager is a bit overzealous. I glance at Loren’s notepad. Blank. Good, I haven’t missed anything.
“And don't forget that we've decided not only to assign points in the Krampus competition based on how loud the audience cheers for you, but we're going to include how many social media tags you get.”
Loren glances over his shoulder. “That’s all you, buddy. Santas get off easy.”
Attempting to act normal, I say, “Not a problem.” But somehow I know that Bellamie’s the only one for me, decidedly contrary to what it will take to earn points tonight.
“They shouldn't encourage you.”
Playing Santa’s counterpart of Krampus, the horned, hairy Christmas monster who doles out punishments is my outlet to go crazy. I’ll turn it up tonight, dole out extra spankings, find a few naughty women to tie up and drag through the parade… and see if I can get my obsession over my best friend’s little sister out of my head.
With two stops on the Krampusnacht tour complete, my points are neck and neck for first place with one of the established Krampuses. It would be nice to win this solely for myself. Everything I do feels like it’s for someone else.
Images of Bellamie bent over waiting for a spanking torture me, but not as much as thoughts of using my rope to tie her up and finding out just how naughty she is.
Heat washes over me and my brain goes a little foggy. What is wrong with me? “Am I sick?”
“You better not be sick.”
Oh, shit. How much did I say out loud? Loren's looking at me as he closes the meeting. I feel my forehead.
“You can't check your own temperature.”
“Yeah, I just feel a little off.” Images of my ropes in a diamond pattern around Bellamie’s naked torso are cut short by my heart slamming against my ribs.
I reflexively cough and pat my chest, causing Loren to side-eye me. “You sure you’re up for tonight?”
Shaking off whatever that was, I exhale hard. “Yeah, gotta rack up those points.”
He steps toward his easel that holds a giant pad of sticky notes. Picking up a marker, he asks, “Want to brainstorm some ideas?”
I stare at the pages he’s already stuck to the wall. His entire schedule is mapped out, complete with regular-sized post-its under each event. This dude is all about his plan.
And apparently I need to stop thinking about Bellamie or I might have a heart attack.
Chapter Two
Bellamie
Pulling up to Starla's house, I rush inside, and apologize for being late. Carefully setting the french toast casserole in the kitchen, I head to the table and deposit my jewelry-making kit.
Starla's in the kitchen making her eggnog for the competition, while Jolene is getting fitted for her Christmas Cherry Auction dress in the living room. Her devotion to the Krampusnacht parade is evident in that she’s wearing her horns already.
