Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
That got more silly giggles, but thankfully he nodded. “Yes. The good kind.”
Not helpful at all…and for an adorable helper that was saying a lot.
By scrolling through the stupid delivery app, we finally narrowed down what the good ones meant and I had a feeling he’d been sneaking them on his own because he had a lot of opinions on Goldfish crackers.
But through trial and error and a Dom with a thing for snack foods, we got several packages ordered before the bubbles fell flat.
It made me the best Santa ever and it also made me realize that I was going to drop a note to Dr. Miles and make sure he knew that Stirling had been sneaking stuff he wanted but didn’t want to admit he wanted.
It might’ve made me a bad Dom but I wasn’t going to worry about that unless he complained or Dr. Miles tattled on me.
“Alright, how about we get you cleaned up?” We’d looked for the crackers for so long his water was almost cold, and without toys, I wasn’t sure what we’d do in the tub.
Luckily for me, I had a helper who was more into bubbles than the actual bath, so now that they were gone, he was done. “Clean and kisses and snacks and books.”
“That’s right.” I reached for the bodywash since making sure he was actually clean seemed to be the next step. “We need to figure out if we want an adventure book or if we want a funny book.”
There had to be electronic kids’ books, right?
I saw parents giving kids tablets all the time…at least some of them had to be reading a book? Statistically, it just made sense.
“Hmm.” Giving me cute thinking faces while I ran a washcloth over his chest and arms, Stirling finally shrugged when I got lower on his torso. “I don’t know.”
“Me neither.” We’d fix that, though. “Up on your knees.”
As he giggled and scrambled to obey, actually managing not to kill himself, he wiggled his hips so his dick swung back and forth. “Happy book?”
I was a terrible Santa and rolled my eyes. “A romance novel? Really?”
His answer was to kiss my cheek and snicker as I started to wash his penis. “Happy books, Santa.”
Groaning, I ignored the way his body loved the attention he was getting and the idea of reading happy books. “Alright, but a low-heat happy book.”
I was not reading incest porn or something like that to my helper.
Nope.
Stirling’s grin was wicked but he nodded enthusiastically. “Town witches. Little happy, Santa.”
If I was remembering the series he was talking about correctly, his complaint had been the low heat. “Alright, we can try one of those books. But Santa is not reading big happy scenes to his cute helper.”
As my hand slipped between his legs to wash his ass, he cocked his head and watched me curiously. “Santa no happies?”
He’d definitely slipped into a younger headspace from either getting the Goldfish confession out or just from his stress finally fading, but I thought I understood the question.
I hoped I understood the question.
“Santa has no problem giving his special helper happy tickles or just doing happy things in general with his cute helper.” I proved that by wiggling my finger and getting a giggle from Stirling as his dick perked up again.
“But…but reading about other people doing happy things seems…I don’t know how to explain it.” Frowning, I worked on arranging the words in a way that wouldn’t be triggering to him or make me sound like a dick, but it was taking a second and he finally leaned over and kissed my cheek again.
“Limits, Santa.” He gave me a big smile and patted my other cheek with a wet hand. “Good Santa.”
“Thank you.” I’d have to figure out what my limits were, but for the time being he seemed content. “But we can find adventure books or mysteries or aliens?”
Stirling snorted and gave me a look like he thought my IQ had slipped several points lower. “Aliens always happy, Santa.”
Oh.
Yes, I could see that. Humans would really appreciate the attention of happy aliens. “Okay, we’ll stay away from the aliens for now.”
Did they make Amish gay romance?
Murder, She Wrote gay romance?
“We’ll find lots of options and we can curl up and read any time you want.” With him clean and in a good mental state and with his snack en route, I pulled the plug in the tub and kissed his forehead. “Let’s go find jammies and a book.”
First Santa and helper activity time was going to be considered a success…so I was curious to see how round two would go.
Chapter 8
Stirling
“Oh, Santa…” One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. “Lots of Goldfish.”
“I hadn’t realized how many flavors these came in now.” Santa shrugged as he reached for a pizza-flavored one. “But some of these are not gold Goldfish. That pretzel one is really good if you eat it with the messy cheesy ones, but it should not be called a goldfish.”