She whimpers a little, and I catch her eyes in the firelight. Well, shit on Rudolph’s nose, I’ve lost my mind. Between the blizzard and my headache, I completely forgot myself.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I’m Leif, and I work with Search and Rescue. Half-frozen people are kind of my specialty. Can I help you?” I hold my open palm out to her, a gesture of friendship, or at least of non-aggression.
“You’ve kidnapped me, Leif,” she says, her teeth still chattering, as she eyes my large hand between us. Hmm.
“I think kidnapped is the wrong word. I did not see you in my truck until we were almost here. There was no way I could safely go back to town in this weather.”
“But I was in Koru’s truck. You stole Koru’s truck.” Her eyes widen as she says the words.
It all comes together in my mind. “You—you’re—the naughty girl.” I swallow hard, remembering the twinkle in her eye that caught me by surprise, making me tongue-tied for way too long afterward, wondering what she did that was naughty. She’s looking at me as if I’m crazy. Clearing my throat, I try again. “Koru has a black pickup. I have a dark green one. Same model. I suppose at night it looks black…”
“Huh,” is all she says. Then she takes her wet coat off.
“I’ll get you some clothes,” I say, ignoring the way my mouth waters at her benignly, innocently, removing her outer layers. “No clothes in her--?”
I’ve walked out of the bog and into the ogre’s swamp as I open the big canvas sack I brought in for her, thinking it was hers,only to realize that I am now holding a blue, ridged dildo in my hand. I look at it, look at her, look at it again, then set it down gently and reach inside again. Only to pull out a very large, very orc-like green dildo.
“What on earth?” Her shrill laugh is one of nerves. I know because I feel the same way.
Holding it out for her, I ask, “Why do you have a giant sack of dildos? Are they Solstice or Christmas presents?” I’m glad the fire is the only light in the room. She can’t see my blushing cheeks, or my cock hard and pressed against my pants, wanting to show off how much better it is than this fake one in my hand.
In my hand. I drop it back into the bag. Set the bag on the floor and step away from it.
I’m not a prude; I just can’t believe I stuck my hand in there. Twice! She’s laughing uncontrollably, and I’m a little concerned as she holds her stomach that she’s literally busting a gut.
I swear, my headache has caused some serious brain fatigue. Realization dawns; it’s those dumb teenagers I rescued.
“It was in your truck already. So the real question is, why do you have a giant sack filled with dildos? Is Santa dropping off presents for lucky citizens?” She’s laughing so hard, it’s difficult to understand her. But unfortunately, I do.
“You should undress,” I say, though I don’t think she hears me. I leave her to her laughter and take my humiliation to get her some clothes from my closet. Of course, none of my things will really fit her. I grab some sweatpants, socks, a t-shirt, and the hoodie that Ravena gave me. I’ve never worn it. It says, “Moonfang Haven—Cozier Than Flannel, Wilder Than Winter.”
Pausing to give myself time to collect my thoughts is a mistake. Not only is she the sexy woman who told me she was naughty this year, sending me into a spiral of thoughts that Santa would never have, but now she’s trapped with me. And between us, a hundred dildos. This couldn’t possibly be any worse.
Back in the living room, the fire illuminates her curvy figure—thick thighs and ass, wide belly that begs for me to caress it—as she stands in her panties and bra. Gods, of course. I told her to take off her wet clothes; I’m sure her pants were soaked. How long was she out there struggling in the snow while I made the fire? Too long. I clear my throat to avoid scaring her. She turns and looks up at me. Her face is half in shadow, but I can just make out that she’s biting her bottom lip. Damn, I want to bite that lip. Alarm bells go off in my head before I know why.
Trouble.
I was wrong. Things can get worse. They just did.
There in her hands is the look-alike orc dildo.
Chapter 4
Addy
Well, I wondered. And now I know. They make these based on reality…right? As I hold the thick green dildo in my hands, noting that it takes both hands to reach all the way around, I send a hope to the universe that it’s right. And also, that I get a chance to experience it for myself.
I definitely do not feel the need to clench my thighs together as I contemplate the artistic rendering of the dildo. Or squash those butterflies deep down inside my belly.
When orc Santa—no, Leif—clears his throat, his rumble somehow travels through me. Not only am I caught red-handed—green-handed?—but his gaze seems to read my thoughts. I hope orcs don’t have super-sensory hearing; I would hate for him to hear my heart pounding, trying to break my rib cage to get out. Possibly worse—supersensory noses. I’ve read about those in my books. The hero scenting her arousal. Geez, that would be terrible.
“Dry clothes, great! Thanks,” I say, voice squeaky, setting the dildo carefully on the sofa side table and walking away from the suggestive toys. Hands out, he gives me the clothes without a word. The zing when our hands meet is the same I felt earlierthis evening at the festival. I hope there isn’t some sort of nerve issue happening. That’s all I need right now.
“Bathroom this way?” I ask, pointing into the room he just came through. He nods; I scurry away.
I do not look at his bed. Or contemplate how big his bed is. Or think about him in bed. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? Bathroom used, face washed, giant orc clothes on, and tied as best as possible to keep them up—I had to cuff the pant legs too many times to prevent myself from stepping on them—I feel slightly better prepared to meet my kidnapper. Even with my thick curves, the gray sweatpants are still trying to fall off of me.
I reappear to a completely serene scene. Shivering before, I didn’t really take in his living space. The fire roars in the fireplace. Above it is a painting of a ship at sea. Lit candles glow along the kitchen counter. He’s set up a plate of cookies and mugs with tea bags in them. It’s a surprisingly heart-warming scene to see this giant orc being so domestic in the kitchen. And barefoot, too. It makes me smile.
