Page 43 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
“Rivi, tell me honestly. Are you ready? Age doesn’t matter as much as your state of mind.”
“I want to experience having a daddy. I want it more than anything.”
“And the party. Are you ready for that? I’ll be having day guests come for it. It might get a little wild.”
My eyes widened. “I think so. I am very curious. It gets X-rated, right?” My face heated.
“Later into the night, yes, it could. Ozzy isn’t an exhibitionist. Not anymore. His ex made him do things in front of crowds and that now gives him PTSD. Just so you know, I won’t be embarrassing you.”
“You could never embarrass me, Uncle Trent.” I realized how naïve I sounded only after I said that. To imagine him naked and in sexual positions was something I’d never ever done. He was my uncle. He wasn’t mydaddy.
“I didn’t think about that. Will anyone expect that from me?”
“Never. You choose. You consent or you don’t. Those are strict rules. Everyone knows them.”
“Is Briar an exhibitionist?” I asked slowly, my head down.
“You need to talk to him about that. I’ve known him for over ten years. We were both young and wild once. But time changes people.”
“People like you?”
“Yes. Ozzy means everything to me now. I don’t want what he doesn’t want. That’s my internal daddy self. It’s about what I want in a little and how to treat them. I want everything to befor him and about him. He is the center of my life and that’s my choice.”
Uncle Trent amazed me. His words were exactly like my own fantasies. Everything I wanted he had put in a nutshell. Who would ever have known I would grow up to be like him? Except not a daddy. I was a little through and through.
When I walked away from him, I felt lighter all over.
I set up two places at the table, one for Briar and one for me side by side. I made everything neat and perfect with Christmas ornaments stolen from the big tree in a half-circle around our plates.
“Looks great, Rivi,” one of the men observed from across the table. All I knew was his name was Alan, and he was as devastatingly handsome as the rest, but not as good-looking as Briar. None of them were as lovely as my daddy.
“Thank you.”
I didn’t want to get my food before Briar. I sat and sipped orange juice and waited.
When Briar walked through the door my heart leaped up. I stood and jogged toward him, noting that Uncle Trent was watching.
“Merry Christmas!” I skidded to a stop directly in front of him.
“Merry Christmas, Rivi.” He held out his arms. “Do I get a hug?”
I was ready. I reached around his chest and lay my head between his pecs, my glasses going askew. He smelled like berries and whipped cream.
His arms went around my shoulders, and he lightly kissed the top of my head.
When we pulled back, I dragged him to the table. “Look. I set up our places.”
“Beautiful,” he breathed. He caressed my cheek. “It looks wonderful. Were you waiting for me?”
“Yep. I didn’t eat a bite yet.”
“Well let’s go grab some food.”
“Yay!” I picked up my plate and went straight to the omelet guy.
Even after last night’s late feast by the fire, I was hungry. But my eye was on Briar more than food.
Tonight was our date. I couldn’t wait to be alone with him, no one watching, and see if afterwards he might give me more than a good night kiss before bed.
