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“Meegs,” he breathed. “You’re back.”
“I’m back.”
“I fucking missed you.”
“I know. I missed you too.”
He stepped back, looking her up and down like he wanted to make sure she was real. “Fuck, you look good. Lemme go do this gift bullshit and then we’ll talk.”
“Hey!” Keira shouted, flicking his thigh.
“Sorry, Mama. I love you. I’m gonna bring the holiday cheer like no other, don’t worry,” Marcos said, as Keira rolled her eyes. He turned his attention back to Meegan. “I’ll find you after.”
“Okay.”
“And don’t think I forgot about you, Mr. O. We’re gonna talk about how you’ve clearly rescued our Snow White from the deep, dark forest.”
Olin couldn’t stop the way his brow pulled together, but he managed to nod. Marcos noticed Olin’s reaction, but this was a party. He shook it off and kissed Meegan one more time before he booked it back to the stage. The DJ finally turned the music down like five thousand decibels as he gave Marcos shit for interrupting the flow of the ceremony, then they handed Santa the mic.
“That’s my friend Grant,” Meegan said as she settled back down beside him. “And his wife, Violet, is Mrs Claus. Grant owns the gym with Armando.”
A rough “Ah okay,” came out of Olin. He was glad he could finally hear her properly, but it didn’t ease the scratchy hum that had already settled under his skin.
“You okay?” Meegan asked suddenly. Olin forced himself to look in her direction as he nodded. She didn’t seem to believe him, but she didn’t push. She just squeezed his thigh and settled her head on his shoulder.
Olin listened as Grant gave his Santa speech and then started the gift giveaway. Olin took a few deep breaths as the festivities went on, trying to bring that internal thrum back down. It didn’t help that he was painfully erect. The internal agitation warring with the crashing waves of arousal was no good. Armando had pulled Nilah off of the floor so she could sit on his dick while she watched the giveaway.
One of their numbers was called early on. Meegan hopped up and made her way to the stage, swinging her full hips as she went. Grant said something about her long awaited return before he asked Olin if he had permission to give her a little spanking for being naughty. Olin held up his thumb in approval and the room went wild. The noise went right to the center of his brain. He watched as Grant bent Meegan over his lap and delivered three solid slaps. The whole room counted off each one in a loud series of chants.
Only part of Olin registered just how fucking sexy it was watch another man spank Meegan. Her ass jiggling was hot as hell, but all Olin could do was swallow again and try to focus. After Grant released her, Meegan got her present. She quickly unwrapped it and held up a candy cane glass dildo. Meegan squealed with glee and came back to the couch. She handed it to Olin to inspect.
“We’re definitely putting that in my butt,” she laughed. A few minutes later, she was back up on the stage to claim their second present, a pair of plastic red handcuffs that she assured Olin were just for show. “You can break these if you sneeze too hard.”
“Perfect for a newbie like me,” he replied, his voice humorless. The gift giving went on forever. Finally, Santa handed out the last gift. Olin did some mental math, thinking of what else the DJ had said was going to happen tonight. He’d get through it all, he just had to breathe and focus on Meegan’s pleasure. It would be fine.
Grant and Violet gave their final wave to the crowd as the music cranked back up. The DJ took the mic again. A flurry of motion was happening around the stage, clearing away Santa’s throne. A wave of nausea rolled through Olin.
“Babe, are you okay?” he heard Meegan ask.
No. “Yeah. I just need the bathroom.”
“Come on.” Olin followed Meegan as she ushered him into the hallway. They headed to the right and she brought him to the door of the men's room. “I’ll be right here.”
Olin stepped inside, the nausea easing as the door between him and the main space muffled the sound. He didn’t want to admit defeat, but he needed to get the fuck out of there. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, it felt like his heart immediately put up a fight. He had to stay for Meegan. This was her night and all she asked was for him to be present, to be there with her. It was nothing. He could do it.
The door swung open and brought the music with it. Olin braced himself against the sink.
“Olin? You alright?” A warm hand touched his shoulder and he realized Daniel was standing beside him. Olin wanted to lie, say he could do this, but he knew it was hard to pretend when Daniel could clearly see him white knuckling the edge of the wash basin.
“Just sensory overload. I’ll be okay.”
“Come on.” Daniel gripped him by the shoulders and walked him back out into the hallway. Meegan was still there and Keira had joined her. There was a flurry of conversation that Olin wanted to argue with, but the fucking music was still so loud. He fucking hated himself when he heard his own voice say that he needed to go home. Keira took off into the main room and Meegan took Olin’s hand. She led him toward the exit. Olin could feel Daniel was still at his back.
“Okay, boss?” Trent asked when they stepped back into the receiving area.
“Yeah, I think we’re okay. They’re just calling it a night. Let’s have Mr. Breivik’s driver bring the car around.”
“On it.”
