Page 15 of Saving St. Nicolas

She’s in a deep green dress that comes to her knees, black heels, and her hair is down. I don’t think I have ever seen her hair down except when she was in the hospital bed. My cock hardens looking at her, and I can’t lie to myself anymore, I want her.

I watch Leia and Riley walk closer to the tree, and hear Riley ask about the burning smell and listen as Leia explains the cook’s situation.

I can’t help but get lost in my thoughts as I stare at Riley. I remember the feel of her lips on mine, the way her tongue felt as she battled with mine, and the way her skin tasted as I kissed down her neck. I imagine her legs wrapped around me, while I press her up against the wall. My hand around her throat as I roughly pound my cock into her tight pussy, making her scream as she comes. My cock is painfully hard, and I have to adjust myself.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I never noticed Krista walking up, or the girls walking away to the entrance to meet Emily.

I need to get my mind off Riley, she’s my sister’s best friend, and she is way too good for me. “Now would be a good time to get that costume on,” I mumble to myself as I turn and walk back into the room that I am supposed to get ready in. It won’t be long before the bells chime, and I am to make my appearance.

I just finished getting the hat on when I hear the sleigh bells. I lean down grabbing the bag full of presents for the kids here at the event. I walk down the hallway, and into the venue yelling out, “Ho, Ho, Ho.”

I make my way onto the stage, placing the bag of presents down, before calling out, “MERRY CHRISTMAS,” in as deep of a voice as I can go.

The kids are all excited as the adults’ call, “Merry Christmas,” back. I sit down in the chair, ready to get this over with.

The Department head from the Children’s wing and my sister Leia come up onto the stage to thank everyone for coming, donating, and helping the children this Christmas. As they continue talking, my eyes are on Riley. She turns to look at me, and I can’t tell if she knows it’s me under this costume or not.

She looks away from me when some of the kids start screaming and jumping up and down. I watch as she smiles brightly, taking in all the children’s excited smiles. Jealousy gnaws at me, wanting her to look at me like she is the kids.

At that moment, a child gets put on my lap, bringing my focus back to what I am supposed to be doing.

“Hello, Timmy, have you been a good boy this year,” I ask deeply as I start to play my role.

Fifteen minutes later of crying kids, pictures, and handing out wrapped presents, my head begins to pound. I swear there is a smoky haze in the room, but it could be my tired eyes.

Jake brings his and Emily’s twin boys, Patrick and Payton, up and I hold them on my lap. They are both looking at me as I talk to them, not sure what to make of me. All of a sudden, I hear a huge pop, that almost sounds like an explosion, and the fire alarm starts going off.

I hand Patrick over to Jake, and before I can hand Payton over, the Christmas tree beside me goes up in flames and begins to fall. I look at Jake’s face and see pure panic registering.

“Catch him,” I yell before I toss Payton, just as the tree falls on top of me, and I’m knocked to the ground.

My head hits the floor hard, making my mind go fuzzy. I can see the feet of people running towards the exit, then I feel my body heating up as flames start to consume me. I try to move, but between the costume and pillows, plus the weight of the tree, I can’t seem to get free.

As I struggle with being pinned down by the burning tree, my eyes begin to burn from the smoke as well as my lungs. It’s getting hard to breathe, and I start coughing.

“Cover your mouth with this,” I hear someone say, but I can’t discern who it is.

“Get out of here before you get burned,” I say between fits of coughing.

“Shut up, and let me do my job,” I think I hear them say, but everything is starting to go dark. I really hope Jake caught Payton, that’s the last thought I have before the darkness pulls me under.

* * *

“Why isn’t he waking up,” I hear Leia ask, panicked.

“It’s only been a couple of hours, Leia, and you heard the doctor, he’s fine, he hit his head pretty hard, though I’m surprised his head wasn’t hard enough to take it,” Noah says.

“That’s not nice,” Leia responds.

“It’s a joke, babe. Mike is a survivor, and he will survive a knock to the head and some smoke to his lungs,” Noah tells her.

“You two are enough to give anyone a headache,” I say, wincing as I try to open my eyes.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re awake. I was worried,” Leia says.

“What happened?” I ask, trying to piece everything together.

“You hit your head on the floor,” Noah says, then adds, “Aren’t you supposed to be a jarhead?”

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