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“Babe, oh, God, I can’t. Not again.” My nub under his fingertip swells and as he presses, I come.
“Fuuuck.” Ejaculating, a groan comes from deep within his chest, and he collapses on my back.
Chapter 24
Suds
After making love with my beautiful wife all night, I can’t help but whistle. Although the case of the detached finger isn’t completely solved, we did deter a bunch of Russians from taking weapons bound for the Ukraine and lived to talk about it.
Mikey grins as I spray his oatmeal pancake with whipped cream. Blueberries become Santa’s eyes and strawberry jam, his hat. Martha Stewart, move aside,Chef Sudsis in the house.
Right as I take a bite of my artwork, Sam’s phone rings. “Lolly?No kidding.Thanks for the update.”
My partner’s arms wrap around me in a soul-wrenching, cock-cramming kiss. “Truly, a Christmas miracle has been announced. Salvatore found our part... Holy sheets and pillowcases, we can return to our own house.”
“Don’t tell me, it fell off a truck.” Tipping up her chin and despite trying to remain on task, I can’t keep from sharing her ecstatic grin from ear to ear.
“Yup, a tragic accident on the BQE in whicha few plumbing supplies miraculously survived.” My spouse’s lash fluttering hasn’t gotten any more convincing.
“Ain’t you learned nothin’ in the last coupleweeks? Karma is one mean beech tree and will kick you in the behind.” My head swivels to Mikey, busy chowing down.
Our boy doesn’t appear to be interested in the conversation, but I can tell he’s listening. Before I can chastise my womanfor purchasing more stolen goods, the phone rings again, and she cups it to her ear.
“No kidding? Awesome. Yeah, that’s perfect. Thank you so much!” Wiggling her sexy hips, her boobs bounce as she dances around the room. “Now we don’t have to move to Canada, and we aren’t going to hell.”
“Who called?Saint Peter?” Figuring I’m in for a tall tale, I pour myself a cup of coffee. Dammit though, she is freaking cute when she puts on her happy-dance.
My wife hangs up, sits at her laptop, and starts typing like mad. “According toThe Sunday TimesandThe Village Voice, Bensonhurst is the only place to be and be seen next weekend.”
“So, how did you pull arabbit out of your hat?” Samantha never ceases to amaze me.
“Well, remember how I asked Jenna for help with Jason? The genius mentioned her husband’s Kung-Fu competition needed a venue, so I suggested we join it with our fund-raiser. Jenna modified our copy to assist with social media advertising, and the event is going crazy-viral now.”
“Oh my God, come see.” My partner turns her screen to show me a video of a barefoot, skinny, Kung-Fu Santa. Naturally, a twenty-five-foot-long Chinese dragon pulls his sleigh.
“Due to all the hype, people from as far away as Buffalo have volunteered. The events include a DJ, a dance-a-thon, roller skating, and bingo, of course. After receiving over a million hits on TikTok, the whole neighborhoodagreed to double their outside decorations.”
“Did you discuss this with the power company?” The house next door comes to mind. The owners put out a giant-sized lighted snow globe, twelve reindeer on the roof, toy soldiers at the front door, and a running train complete with sound effects.
While I ponder the cataclysmic incident as seen from space, my spouse elaborates, “We’re closing off the street for food, art, and flea market booths. Of course, an appearance from Santa is scheduled, plus we have face painters, clowns, and a mime, which is a terrible thing to waste.”
“Ha-ha-ha. Congratulations, sweetheart. This is awesome.” As I hug her to my chest, I confess, “And I’m really glad we don’t have to leave the neighborhood. Never thought I’d say so, but it’s been growing on me.”
After a bit, I turn to my son. “You ready to go, kiddo?”
“Weady.” Two-thumbs-up, my boy hops out of his chair.
“Not scared?” As I study his face, Mikey purses his lips and ponders for a full second.
“Nope. Papa put the bad men in jail. All gone.” He brushes his hands as if removing dirt.
“That’s right, andno matter where you hide, I will always come pickyou up, yeah?”
My boy pats my cheek. “Scuwwy away little bug. Daddy will find you.”
His funny antics make his parents laugh and after, Sam finds his coat. “Plus, never go with anyone who can’t say the secret word, right?”
“Wight, Mommy.” After we walk him to school, we pack our stuff into our SUV.
