Page 22 of Christmas D*ck

Oh shit.

“Yeah. He’s in the same place he’s always been.”

Randy looked at Dick. I did the same. His jaw was tight, his eyes were intense, and the look on his face did nothing to hide his disgust for what had happened to her.

He gave a crisp nod in Randy’s direction, and then looked at Kaci. “We’ll give him a Christmas gift when this party’s over.”

Kaci’s eyes went wide. “You’re going to pay him a visit?”

“Don’t be surprised if the fucker’s eating through a tube the next time you see him,” Dick warned.

“I’m not going to ever see him again,” she said adamantly. “But it’s nice to think he might get what he deserves.”

“He’ll get what he deserves,” Dick said through his teeth. “End of subject.”

It was nice thinking that men existed who took such exception to people like Kaci’s ex. Many expressed concern, or apologized for what he’d done to her, but no one had ever done anything. To think that two men we barely knew were going to do something about it was comforting in an odd way.

If there was comfort to be found in a man getting his ass kicked by two bikers, that is.

Dick was right. The subject needed changed.

“So, what was your fantasy or hang-up or whatever you called it?” I asked.

“Oh.” Her embarrassed look returned. She glanced at each of us. “You guys aren’t going to think I’m weird, right?”

“Nothing’s weird,” Randy said. “Different strokes for different folks. Different ain’t weird. What is it?”

“I want to be covered in cum.”

Randy coughed a laugh. “Nothing weird about that. Hell, I covered her in it just a bit ago.”

“No,” Kaci said. “Covered in it.”

“Like covered?” he asked.

“Plastered. Covered.” She glanced at the two men. “Like from maybe you two, and two or three more guys.”

“Holy shit,” I said. “That’s kinda gross.”

“I knew you’d think so, that’s why I didn’t want to say anything.”

“It’s gross, and hot,” I said, hoping to retract my statement.

“You think it’s hot?” she asked excitedly.

“Yeah, kind of,” I said, even though I didn’t.

“I think it is,” Randy said.

“I’d participate,” Dick said. “But only because she’s a cool chick. Damned sure not on my bucket list.”

“What is?” I asked.

He chuckled a laugh. “Having my butthole tongued.”

“Done it,” I said.

“No shit?”