Unwrap Him

CONTENTS

Dedication

Unwrap Him Blurb

Foreword

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

Other Works

About the Author

Copyright © 2022 Nyla K.

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Paperback ISBN: 979-8-9869189-3-8

eBook ISBN: 979-8-9869189-2-1

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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, popular culture, corporations, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

To Daddies everywhere.

’Twas the night before Christmas…

A secret was looming.

The lust in my heart had become too consuming.

Make no mistake, no blood do we share,

But my guardian was the man whose cross I did bear.

With his icy coal eyes, and peppermint lips,

Under mistletoe I stood, no chance to resist.

For it was on none other than this cold silent night,

That I gave into wrong, and it felt so damn right.

Ho ho… hoe ;)

This story was originally published as part of the Twisted Christmas Anthology, and is now its own novella! Everything from the anthology is here in this book, including a few new chapters; an extended ending for the growly James and his little baker, Jesse.

Please note before reading that this is a taboo story. While the characters are not blood-related, they are family. James has raised Jesse since he was two years old; he’s his legal guardian. It contains an age gap, but nothing occurs between them until Jesse is eighteen. There is also mention of death and grief. If things like this make you uncomfortable, I suggest either skipping this story, or proceeding with caution.

Unwrap Him is a super steamy, low-angst novella, perfect for the holiday season, or any time you’re looking for smutty, forbidden fun!

Sit back on the couch, grab some hot cocoa and a gingerbread dong, and enjoy!

“You’re breaking up with me??”

My eyes are wide. I can feel them, bugging out of my head like one of those rubber stress-reliever toys.

Leslie sits at the table across from me, arms folded, appearing particularly stone-faced. I can’t tell if she’s pissed that I’m actually shocked at her ending our relationship, or if she’s just pissed at me in general.

“Because I can’t come home with you for Christmas…” I mutter to fill the silence, blinking over my rounded eyes.

“No, James. Not because you can’t come home with me for Christmas.” She glares at me. “Because you won’t. There’s a big difference.”

“I can’t leave Jesse—”

“There’s that word again!” She snaps, then glances around the cafe we’re sitting in to ensure no one’s looking. The place is practically empty. “You damn well can… if you wanted to. He’s eighteen. He’ll be fine.”

I rake my fingers through my hair. “That’s not the point. I’m not going to leave him alone for Christmas. I’m the only family he has.”

Leslie keeps her lips zipped, brows furrowing in a petulant scowl that boils my blood just a tad.

“It’s not like you even invited him to come along…” I mumble, knowing full well it’s a stupid argument.

Jesse wouldn’t have wanted to come along.

“Therein lies yet another problem, James,” she sighs. “We’ve been together for two years and I barely know your… son. He obviously doesn’t like me. We never spend any time together… I mean, you don’t even let me stay over your house. It’s like you’re purposely keeping me away from him.”

“That’s not true…”

“It is.” She grips the table in frustration, leaning in to whisper-shout at me. “I wanted you to finally meet my parents. I was hoping this would give us a push in the right direction. But as expected, you want no part of it. You’re not interested in taking our relationship to the next level, and you’re sure as shit not interested in welcoming me into your two-person family.” She sits back, gathering her purse. “So we’re done.”

“Les, just hear me out,” I stammer, my thoughts clouding up with what I think I should say. Anything I could do to fix this… Within reason, of course.

“No more excuses, James.” She stands. “We’re finished. Merry Christmas.”

And then she leaves.

She walks right the fuck out of the cafe, leaving me sitting alone at a table, staring at the lipstick on her coffee cup.

I’m not sure why I’m surprised. Things with Leslie have never really felt permanent, which clearly doesn’t work for a woman in her thirties who just wasted two years on a man she maybe should have sensed was unlikely to commit.

Leslie was the first person I’ve been serious with since high school. I suppose I’m what you would call a chronic bachelor. I’ve dated girls, but my default setting is to keep it casual.

Thinking about settling down has always caused some significant discomfort in my gut.

Relationships just aren’t at the forefront of my mind. My focus remains on building my business and providing a stable home environment for my kid.

Honestly, Leslie’s not wrong in her grievances. I have a tendency to keep Jesse in a bubble. Maybe it’s because I’m so afraid of him getting hurt, or attached. But then those things don’t seem to satisfy my inner turmoil…

The fact is that eighteen years ago, I made a promise to my best friends in the entire world. At the time, I never imagined I’d have to fulfill that promise… But here we are.

And if a relationship has the potential to in any way compromise my ability to protect Jesse, then I’d rather just avoid the notion altogether.

Twenty minutes of aggrieved simmering later, I pick myself up, dust myself off, and leave the damn cafe. But not without first buying Jesse one of the cake pops he likes. I decide to go back to work for a couple of hours and wrap some things up, since I’ll be out of the office for a few days. Christmas, and all.

In my SUV, the radio is on, but I’m too deep in my thoughts to recognize the holiday tunes mumbling in the background. The streets are covered in white after the fresh coat we got last night. According to the weather forecast, Maine will be having a very white Christmas this year. It’s supposed to keep snowing tonight, and all throughout the holiday.

My vehicle is good in the snow—pretty much a requirement when you live in the Northeast—but the occasional slips of even my all-wheel drive bring back memories…

Of the night my life changed forever.

Pushing it away, I pull up to my building, parking right by the front door. I trudge through the snow in my black boots, slinking inside and closing the door behind me, reveling in the warmth, a stark contrast to the twenty-degree temperatures outside.

Wandering through the reception area, I push open the double-doors, immediately hit with a new wave of heat, and the pungent scent of the grow. We’re in between harvests at the moment, which gives us some downtime for the holiday. But it’s always balmy as hell in here because… ya know. The plants need warmth. At all times.

I own a licensed marijuana grow facility, right here in my hometown of Winthrop. The business took off a few years ago, shortly after it was legalized, and it’s been providing me with a steady stream of income ever since. It’s still a pretty small setup, but only because I like it that way. I keep my operations to a tight-knit group of employees I trust, and truthfully, I have no desire to expand, though I’m sure I could.

I’ve known the guys who work for me since high school. I grew up in this town, for the most part, and now I own a business here, and I live here. I guess that makes me a townie, though I kind of resent that sort of label because I’m not the guy who walks into a bar like Cheers, where everyone knows my name. Maybe they do, but I’d prefer not to be greeted that way.

I keep to myself.

Puttering around the facility, I check on orders, talk with the guys who are still here, and make sure we’re all set to be closed for days. It’s entirely unnecessary for me to even be here right now, but I guess I’m trying to distract myself.

For as much as I always sort of knew things with Leslie wouldn’t stick, getting dumped still sucks. It’s a shot to the ego for sure, and yet another reminder that I’m sailing through my thirties with no hope of doing the normal thing and starting a family.

But the more interesting part is how secretly relieved I am by that fact.

My life isn’t normal. It hasn’t been since I was nineteen and I inherited a two-year-old.

Checking my watch, I find that it’s after five in the evening. Everyone’s itching to go home, which is what I should be doing, too; heading back to our quiet little house to spend yet another Christmas with the only person I have to worry about in this world.

Back in the car and driving slowly over the icy roads, I think about my parents. I don’t think about them often, but the holidays usually bring about these kinds of musings.

An only child to two dope fiends, I emancipated myself legally at seventeen. After that, my friends became my family, and the two best ones I had were Trent and Himla. We grew up together, basically inseparable, in similar familial situations. Which is why when Himla became pregnant, it was never a question as to who would be the baby’s godfather.

Unfortunately, I never anticipated it being a job I’d have to take on only two years later.

I still remember the night I got the call…

Fear crawls up my spine as the sounds of my own cries fill my memories. The shaking in my hands as I held a frightened two-year-old Jesse, whispering to him that everything would be okay, though I was severely unsure of those promises myself.

It’s something you can never prepare for… A loss and an unexpected gift all in one tragic night.

That’s what Leslie doesn’t understand. It could never be a choice.

When it comes to Jesse, nothing else matters.

I’m placing a red bow on the gift box when I hear the front door slam.

Scrambling, I stuff it underneath the Christmas tree just in time as James shuffles around the corner. I use my body to block the wrapping paper on the floor, not that it really matters. People wrap gifts before Christmas. It’s nothing shocking.

He stomps up to me with his arm thrust out, a small paper bag clutched in his grip. I accept it graciously, though the waves of tension radiating from him don’t feel very Christmas-cheery.

“Thanks.” I open the bag to peek inside, a grin forming on my lips. Cake pop. Yum.

“You eat yet?” He grumbles, not waiting for an answer before he’s stalking toward the kitchen.

My brow furrows as I follow him. “It’s kind of early…” He glances at me over his shoulder when he reaches the marble island, cocking a brow. “But yea, I did,” I continue. “Like five times already.”

There’s the subtlest quirk to his mouth, though it looks like he’s trying to keep it contained.

I have a never-ending appetite, and when I’m on any kind of break from school, it’s usually a guarantee that I’ll spend half the day stuffing my face. Thank God for my fierce metabolism, I guess.

James turns back to whatever it is he’s doing, sorting through envelopes, a quiet, broody air about him. It’s not unusual. My father, for all intents and purposes, isn’t a wordy man. He’s a strong silent type for sure, and emotions turn him into even more of a statue.

I won’t say I don’t understand it, because I’m an introvert myself. But no one sulks quite like James McAllister.

And because I’m me, my need to fill awkward silences becomes an itch I can’t not scratch. “So when are you leaving for Boston?”

He stiffens. I can see it most in his hunched shoulders as he mutters, “That’s not happening.”

My surprise whirls. “What do you mean… You’re not going?”

He takes in a long breath, then turns slowly, leaning up against the island. “Leslie and I broke up.”

The sudden wave of feels hits me head-on, damn-near knocking me down. “Oh…” My mouth is just hanging open, for many generous seconds, before I follow it up with what I’m hoping comes out as a normal response. “What happened?”

He stares at me for a moment, dark gray eyes locked on mine in a way that makes my fingers twitch. I desperately want to look away, but I can’t. I’m stuck.

“She just… wasn’t the one,” he huffs, his tone final as he spins and saunters away, calling over his shoulder, “I’m gonna grab a shower. We can order pizza later, if you’re still hungry.”

And then he leaves me, standing like a stumped moron in the kitchen with my mouth agape.

Blinking myself out of it, my body’s first human reaction is a secret smile, tugging at my lips uncontrollably. I bite down on the bottom one to keep it in check.

They broke up. My heart is pumping wildly in my chest.

Of course I would never wish unhappiness for my adoptive father. He’s the only family I have in this world, and I definitely don’t want him to become a grumpy old hermit who never finds love.

But at the same time, after enduring two years of that snobby, pretentious woman, I can’t find it in myself to be upset about this news.

James deserves better. Let’s be real here… Leslie is a bitch. She clearly doesn’t like me, and I’ve never been able to figure out why, since she barely knows me at all. You’d think if you were trying to get serious with someone, you’d at least make an effort to bond with his son. But she hardly ever came around.

Part of me held onto that, knowing that if she were making more of an effort to get to know me, it might’ve actually worked out between them. I’d been secretly hoping she wouldn’t try, which she didn’t. Good. Who needs her?