“Aww, you say the sweetest things, Miss G.” I remove the black cape from around her body, then help her to her feet.
Bless her heart, she is nearing ninety and looking fabulous. She still walks the street of our quaint town on her own, but I know that everyone looks out for her whenever she is around.
“I only trust you, River.” Her smile is warming and it hits me in the chest seeing how much she enjoys coming into Flawless.
“I thank you for that, honey.” I help her over to the counter so she can pay my sweet receptionist, my godchild, who helps out when she is not in school.
“You are getting prettier and prettier whenever I see you, Lanie.”
“Thank you, Miss Gladys.” Lanie helps her pay up, and I say my goodbyes before I clean my station, getting ready for my next client.
Once that is done, I go to my office to sit and look through some online shopping sites for some last-minute Christmas gifts for my family.
By family, I mean Lanie and her mom, Neve. Years ago, I was kicked out of my family home because I informed my parents that I was gay. They were the type of people who believed that being gay was disgusting and gay people carried AIDS. They were uneducated and lived in a rundown trailer.
I was happy to leave, and I was placed in foster care. I was a minor at the time, but that only lasted three years until I turned eighteen. I was unlucky enough to have a foster family who did not care about me, only the money they were collecting in my name.
On my eighteenth birthday, I packed my shit into a small suitcase and left with five hundred dollars in my pocket. It got me a ticket to Vegas, where I believed I was destined to be a gay showgirl; well, that did not happen.
Found in a diner, sulking into my soup, a woman took pity on me. That woman and her daughter shaped me into the manI am today. Along with some personal trauma, which led me to Silverpine.
The city, the lights, and the crowds got to me; they overwhelmed me after an incident that we do not talk about.
So my bestie, and sister from another mister, decided she would move to Silverpine with me, bringing her daughter with her. We settled, and thanks to Neve’s mom training me to be a hairstylist, I got all of my certifications to say that I was legit and opened up a salon here.
Over the years we added some more beauty treatments, which the kind folk here love.
The only thing missing in my perfect life is a man. There are not many gay men in Silverpine, but if I am being honest, there is only one who holds my attention.
Colt Woods.
He is a very sexy man, who will live in my dreams for years to come.
All rough around the edges, tattoos all over his skin, and it makes me wonder how much of his body is covered in them. Damn, I would love to find out.
He rides around town on his motorcycle, looking like a badass biker in his leather jacket, jeans that fit snug to his thighs, and biker boots. Along with his brother Ridley, Colt owns the local garage in town, Woods Auto Care.
Colt is one of six Woods men, and by all accounts, each and every one of them is hot, but it is Colt who does it for me. He gets my body heated up from the inside with just a look, but he has never made a move on me.
You see, Colt is older than me. It has never bothered me, but it does him, or so I am told by the youngest Woods brother, Cormac.
I flirt with him and he smirks, giving me those sexy amber eyes of his. The way his teeth sink into his bottom lip gets mycock thinking about all kinds of hopes and prayers that we will get lucky one day.
Clicking on my appointment book, I see Miss Patty’s name and my mind wanders to her grandson, who is staying with her through Christmas and possibly longer.
Theo is his name, and it suits him.
He came to the salon to collect her after her appointment yesterday, but stayed outside so we did not get a proper introduction. Although, I saw enough to have a new star in my sexy dream fantasies.
Standing at a similar height to me, a little under six-foot, Theo was giving off sexy nerd vibes. Vans on his feet, slightly baggy jeans, and a gaming T-shirt under a plaid flannel shirt.
His hair is dark, long enough for me to run my fingers through it as he sucks my dick, and do not get me started on his glasses. Fuck me, that man is hot.
An image flashes through my mind of both Theo and me on our knees for Colt, his hands in our hair, while we play.
Fuck, now my dick is hard, which is not good as I am wearing maroon pleather pants.
They complete my Christmas outfit; I am obsessed with Christmas sweatshirts. I have so many that I have lost count. Christmas is a time of joy and family for me. To see people laugh and smile helps bury all the bad shit in the world.
