Page 145 of Colt

I froze.

Pop wore the same Santa suit he used to put on when we were kids. The problem was, he’d put on a few pounds of muscle since then, which made the suit skintight, especially around the crotch area.

“Jesus, Pop. Not again,” Bowie wailed.

Cash turned green and ran for the door.

“Fuck me,” Breaker muttered. “I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.”

Mom jammed her hands to her hips. “John Stone, what have I told you about that suit? You’ll scare the kids.”

Kai peered at Dad’s dick. “Grandpa,” he muttered. “Your nutsack’s hangin’ out.”

Kady’s eyes went wide.

Dad pointed at us all in turn. “I let you assholes get to me last year, but not this time. I ain’t changing until I’ve finished playin’ Santa. If you don’t like it, look somewhere else. Iris put a support down there so there won’t be any accidents.”

“You need reinforced steel to cover those fuckin’ things up,” Bowie told him. “Jesus, Dad, it’s obscene.”

John peered down at his crotch. “You can’t see anythin’.”

Kennedy barked out a laugh. “You better not turn too quickly. You’ll poke someone’s eyes out with that thing.” She smirked. “Gotta say though, John. I may have picked the wrong Stone man.”

Kit growled.

Dad adjusted the Santa pants. “I know they’re a bit snug, but it’s all part of the fun, right?”

Cara laughed.

Layla blushed.

Adele sighed.

The main door burst open and Billy the prospect came sauntering in carrying a pink and white pet travel cage along with a purple and white one. “Yo, boss,” he called out. “Where d’ya want these?”

Dad punched his fists to his hips and looked to the heavens. “Billy, you stupid asshole. I didn’t give ya the signal.”

“What signal?” Billy asked, tone confused.

“The signal where I call ya and tell ya to bring ‘em in!” Dad yelled, stomping over to the prospect, and taking the carry cages from him.

Suddenly, Sunny let out a piercing scream.

Bowie ran over to her, face panicked. “What is it? You okay, Sunny? What happened?”

“Oh my Gods!” she screamed.

“Sunny!” Layla berated. “What have I told you about saying that?”

“But, Mama,” Sunny squealed. “It’s a pussy cat!”

Dad puffed his chest out. “One kitten’s for you and one’s for Kady. Pink one belongs to Sunshine, the purple one’s little Kady girls.”

“Fuck!” Kennedy said under her breath.

The air filled with piercing screams as Sunny and Kady began to run around the bar.

“Jesus,” Bowie muttered, rubbing his temple.

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