What Father Christmas Left by Felicitas Ivey

Author:Felicitas Ivey [Ivey, Felicitas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2014-11-26T00:00:00+00:00

ERROL CAME home late that night. Pru and I were up, chatting in the kitchen while I showed her how to make my braided coffee cake. We were having it for breakfast in the morning. It would rise in the refrigerator in its pan, and she could just pop it in the oven to cook when she got up. I knew Errol and I were going to be “sleeping in,” and I didn’t want her to go hungry. I heard the door open and Errol strode in, making a beeline for me to get a hug and a kiss, ignoring everything else.

Errol was a handsome man. There was no other way for me to say it, with his strong features and impressive Roman nose, his curly blond hair falling past his collar. He topped me by an inch, a nudge over six foot five. He was as broad as I was, but much more graceful because his hobby was sword fighting. Not fencing, but swinging a bastard sword in twenty pounds of chain mail armor while reenacting any number of battles from British history. His bespoke suit seemed to be molded on him, but it didn’t look like it was too small. I wanted to peel him out of it and fuck him into the bed.

“Pru!” Errol shouted when he was through kissing me. He swung her into his arms, twirling around with her for a minute. “I’ve wanted to meet you for so long.”

“If she throws up, you’re cleaning it up,” I told him dryly when he finally put Pru down.

“Just dizzy,” Pru said. She sounded nervous and happy at the same time.

“I find hitting him over the nose with a rolled-up paper usually keeps him in line,” I said to her.

Pru squeaked when I said that. She wasn’t used to couples teasing each other, it seemed. I felt a pang of sadness about that.

“Your brother’s got other ways of keeping me in line,” Errol informed her with a wink. “And most of them include withholding his—”

“Errol!” I exclaimed.

“His biscuits, I was going to say,” Errol said cheerfully, mock whispering to her as if he were telling her secrets. “Your brother has a dirty mind. I take advantage of it most of the time, but I wouldn’t be saying shite to you that I wouldn’t say to Mags. He’s not being a prude, just being a big brother. Let him. He might be rough around the edges doing it, so give him a break.”

Pru didn’t say anything but lunged into his arms with a soft sob, for a hug. Errol hugged her gently, and I moved to put my arms around them both. I was silently furious that such a simple display of affection and teasing was so unexpected in her life that it had reduced her to tears.

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