Exclusive Excerpt from Unexpected Christmas
by Nell Iris
The door creaked open an inch before I had time to reply, and he hunched down. “Hey. See. It’s me. You recognize my ugly mug, right, Honey-Bee?” A giggle drifted out from inside and Axel opened the door enough for us to get in. As soon as we were inside in the heat, he shrugged off his jacket and lifted the tiny black-haired fairy in his arms.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you now.” She threw her thin arms around his neck—so massive she could barely reach around—and gave me a quick once-over before she hid her face in his cheek. She whispered something in his ear, but I couldn’t make out the words.
“He’s a friend of mine. His name is Daniel. Daniel, this is Beatrice. She’s my best girl.” She twisted her head and looked at me. She was fair-skinned with black eyes, a little heart-shaped mouth the same color as her uncle’s, and a curious look on her face. She was adorable.
“Hi Beatrice, call me Danny.” Axel snorted, but I ignored him. “I love your jammies.” They were bright yellow and covered in bees.
She studied me closely with a gaze that was much older than her four years. “They’re honey-bees,” she whispered.
“I can tell. They look just like you.” I smiled at her and when her mouth turned up in the tiniest of smiles, I felt like I was king of the world.
Axel tilted his head inward and I stomped the snow off my shoes and walked after them.
Bea cocked her head and gazed at Axel. “Is he your boyfriend?”
“No, honey. Just a regular friend.”
I stumbled on something invisible on the floor.
Axel the Hulking Giant was gay?
In a trance, I followed them into the kitchen and sat. They chitchatted, but I didn’t register anything they said because I was too busy staring at Axel as he shrugged out of his jacket.
He wore a tight T-shirt that looked painted on and revealed every ridge and groove of his body. He had unusual tattoos with big stretches of his skin completely black as if someone had painted on him with a Sharpie. The abstract motif was created by the blank spaces in between all the black and it was mesmerizing. But if I’d seen them when he wasn’t holding a cute little Honey-Bee in his arms, I would have run screaming in the other direction.
He was scary as fuck and hotter than hell and my dick stirred in my pants. I sat on my hands so I wouldn’t thump myself in front of the child.