Sleigh Ride (Reindeer Games 13)

Sleigh Ride (Reindeer Games)
Sara Jay
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Copyright ©2015 Sara Jay

"We need to hurry, Jack," Twinkle urged. "What do you want out of here?"

Santa's workshop sparkled with every man and woman's naughtiest dream. Shimmering vibrators with red-and-green gem-studded handles, satin blindfolds trimmed with purple fur, long feather wands that emitted a light holiday tinkle when shaken...

What would someone not want from this room?

The elf's best friend, Jack Frost, glanced around the workshop, searching for something to help him win his lady love, the Snow Queen. Stumbling around in the semi-darkness, he wasn't sure exactly what Jack hoped to find.

Twinkle wasn't keen on the mission, as Jack had struck out with the icy queen dozens of times already, but what else was a best friend for? If he had to admit it, breaking the rules was pretty fun. Unlike the rest of the elves at the Pole, Twinkle hadn't been born there. He'd transferred from the city after a few hundred years of public service.

Besides, he secretly hoped he would run into Randy, the gorgeous night shift Elf in the adult wing. The idea of Randy's carefree smile, golden skin and sexy dreadlocks sent his stomach lurching. He nervously thrust a hand through his mop of black hair, eyes darting into the corners of the workshop to seek out the Elf in question.

Then again, he also half-hoped Randy would be off; not just so he and Jack could stay out of real trouble, but because even after a two-year crush on the Elf, the thought of speaking to him rattled his nerves to the core.

Before Jack could answer, a sinfully hot face popped out from beneath a table. "Well, hello, handsome and handsome," the elf grinned.

Twinkle gulped. Randy.

Ruffling his curtain of dreadlocks as he stood, Randy regarded Twinkle with sparkling green eyes. His red work shirt was tucked snugly into his forest green Christmas work pants, stretching tautly across his lean muscles. He placed the rather large vibrator he'd been working on before them on the table. Twinkle stared with wide eyes, wondering if the tools were self-modeled in the workshop, then gave a little gasp.

Randy chuckled as if he could read the Elf's thoughts. "Such naughty boys! What will Santa do when he hears about your little break-in?"

Twinkle turned red. "Look, Randy, I'm just helping Jack out..."He grimaced at the squeak in his Bostonian accent. His fingers itched to grab the red bandana in the back pocket of his jeans to wipe the sweat from his forehead, so he crossed his arms over his striped shirt. Feeling silly, he thrust his sweaty hands into the faded denim instead. Stay cool!

Randy raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps we could help him out together?" Although the Elf licked his lips, as if relishing the offer, his eyes never left Twinkle's face. His message was loud and clear.

Twinkle's mouth dropped. Did he just say what I think he said?

Jack blanched, shaking his white ponytail. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his blue hoodie. "I'm actually looking for something to help me convince the Snow Queen that we're compatible," he quickly explained.

Twinkle nodded vigorously to confirm Jack's explanation. He hoped Randy understood that Jack was his best friend, nothing more.

"Whew!" Randy mimicked wiping his brow, his tawny hand swiping over a green-and-white striped hat. "No offense, Jackie, but you're not my type. And I'm really not into sharing, either." He winked at Twinkle.

Twinkle audibly gulped again, clasping onto the leg of his jeans for dear life. He could feel the pinch of his fingers against his leg but didn't care.

Am I his type?

Was McDreamy Elf really into him?