Ringing His Bells: A Filthy Dirty Christmas

Nick Noble isn’t like any Santa I’ve ever seen. Six and a half feet tall with muscles carved from iron, silver streaked hair, and ice-blue eyes that seem to look right through you, it’s hard to imagine him bringing any Christmas cheer.

It’s difficult not to notice him when I’m living in the mall, nineteen years old and already homeless and way, way down on my luck.

I try not to torment myself with thoughts of dreamy Saint Nick, but when a job offer comes up to be one of his elves, I can’t afford to say no.

I tell myself this forty-three year old muscular giant would never be interested in a shy inexperienced virgin like me.

But then he visits me once my shift is over and claims me in the most primal and possessive way imaginable.

I’m left shivering, shocked, and wanting more.

But why is Nick paying so much attention to the bikers who gather in the food court?

It’s like he knows my secret like he knows the real reason I’m here.

I’m not sure if I should tell him. I’m not sure if he really wants me or if this is a trick.

Heck, I’m not sure about much, clearly.

But one thing’s for certain.

This is going to be a Christmas to remember.