It's All Thanks to Santa

by Kayt Miller

  “I’ll take care of my girls.”

  “Jesus.” I laugh again. “You’re crazy.”

  “Nah, I just know what I want, and I wanted you the second I saw you at Dingus’, you with your denim overalls and Pippy Longstocking braids. The fact that your body was curvy and compact was a bonus, but it was that sweet face of yours that had my heart. And that sassy mouth.”

  “I was pretty sassy that night.”

  “That night?” He laughs. “Your middle name is ‘sassy.’”

  “Actually, it’s Lindel.”

  “Lindel?”

  “After my other grandfather.” Yep, named after both of my grandpas.

  “Wow, that’s, uh, cool.” He’s doing his best not to laugh, but it’s not working.

  “Shut up. What’s yours, William?”

  “William Kincaid Mathers.”

  “Oh, geesh.” I roll my eyes. “Of course it is, you snooty bastard.”

  “Snooty?” he says, surprised. “I’m not snooty.”

  “Your name is. How rich are you anyway?”

  “I’m comfortable.”

  I roll my eyes again and attempt to pull away from him, but he pulls me back, so we’re still wrapped up together. He’s not being truthful, and it bothers me. “For the record, I don’t care about your stupid money, but I’d like to know what I’m dealing with. Are we talking Bezos kind of money or merely the Waltons?”

  “Nothing like Bezos or the Waltons. My grandfather was in oil. He struck it rich when he was in his 20s. After that, he diversified and invested in some other companies.”

  “Like?”

  “Well, IBM was one of them.”

  That’s it. I push away at his chest, and he lets me go. “I need a shower.”

  Billy jumps up and follows me into the bathroom. Hell, he follows me into the shower. I should tell him to go away, but I like him. “We’re just showering. No funny stuff.” I point a finger at him, wagging it around a little bit.

  “I’ll scrub your back if you scrub mine.”

  The shower started off to be just a shower but ended up with his hands all over me. I didn’t protest, not when his fingers were almost as magic as his tongue.

  After that, we dry each other off and I dress in my warm pj’s. Taking my hand, he pulls me out of my room and into the living room. I hesitate at the entry to the room, not wanting to see the quilt again. But it’s gone. I feel panic overtake me. “Where is it? You didn’t throw it away, did you?”

  I watch him walk into the kitchen as he responds, “No, of course not. It’s in a box. I just didn’t want you to have to see it right now.”

  “Oh. Okay. Thanks.” See how sweet he is? “So, back to your money.”

  “I’m really not all that rich. My grandfather had eight children. His money and companies were all split up equally. My dad inherited two businesses and one-eighth of the estate.”

  I’ve got so many questions. “Do you have siblings? Where do your parents live? Are you close? What does your mom do?”

  Handing me a bowl of ice cream that appears to be two-thirds chocolate, one-third vanilla, he says, “Wow, so inquisitive, little JoJo.”

  I shrug. “I don’t know a thing about you, baby daddy.”

  I must have caught him off guard because he chokes a little bit on his ice cream. I peek into his bowl and see he’s got about the same ratios as me, only in reverse. He prefers vanilla. “My parents live here in Chicago. I have one sister, Faye, who’s two years older than me. She works with my dad. My mom met my dad at the company. She was fresh out of college, but now she’s what they used to call a homemaker. She does sit on the board of several nonprofits though. She’s busy raising money for causes that are close to her heart.” His smile is wide and proud.

  “You think a lot of your family.” It’s not a question.

  “I do. They all work hard. Faye just got married last year, and she’s got a baby on the way. Due in February. We’re all excited for that new addition.”

  Oh, he’s so dang sweet. “Do you like her husband?”

  “Mark? Sure. He was my best friend growing up. He’s a good guy. Although, if he fucks up with my sister, I’ll have to beat his ass.”

  Giggling feels good. “I suspect you told him that, right?”

  “Many times. Every time I see him, actually. But my sister seems happy.” He shrugs.

  “Are you going to tell me the name of the companies?”

  “Sure. One of them is called Imitech. It didn’t start off as a tech company, obviously, but my dad is a data guy, so it evolved into a company that collects and analyzes data for other companies.”

  “What’s the other one?”

  “Well, you may have heard of this one. USA Foods Corp.”

  I blink at him a few times. “USA Foods Corp.?” Of course I’ve heard of them. “You produce party pizzas.” Not my favorite brand, but the one I go to when the store doesn’t carry Totino’s.

  “Probably.”

  Carefully placing my ice cream bowl on the coffee table, then his, I rest my palms on my knees and look into his eyes. “So what you’re saying is, you have a washer and dryer in your house, and now you tell me you have easy access to party pizzas? Is that what you’re saying?”

  Billy Mathers gives me a mega-watt smile. “That’s what I’m saying.”

  Without giving any warning, I launch myself at him, kissing him all over his face. Crawling up higher, I straddle his lap so I can kiss more of his face, neck, and ears. “Do you realize how sexy that makes you?”

  Chuckling, he says, “You think party pizzas are sexy?”

  Still kissing his face, I answer, “Fuck yes. It’s my favorite food group.”

  “Party pizzas are not a food group.”

  That’s it. The kisses stop. I lean back and glare at him. “Take that back.”

  He must sense something in my expression because he quickly retracts his statement. “I see the error of my ways. It’s definitely a food group.”

  “That’s right.” Leaning closer, I kiss his lips. “And don’t ever forget it.” I can feel him grow hard beneath me, so I kiss him again, this time with tongue. I love kissing him. He’s so good at it. His kiss alone makes my panties wet.

  “Take those sexy little flannel pants off, JoJo. Let me fuck you here.”

  Sliding off his lap, I drop my pants, revealing the fact I was going commando. He watches me unbutton my matching flannel top. I pull it open but leave it on. Bending down, I tug on his lounge pants. When they slide past his dick, it pops free, standing perfectly erect. With my mouth only inches from the tip, I move close enough for me to lick the head.

  “Oh, shit.” Billy leans back on the sofa, lifting his pelvis slightly. “More, JoJo. Suck my cock. Please?” Well, he asked so nicely. Moving down to my knees, I lean over him and take him into my mouth and suck, using my tongue to caress just beneath the head. “Fuck,” he hisses.

  Sex has never been something I’m super confident about, but giving head? I know I’m good at that even though I haven’t done it a ton. Pressing down further, I can take about half of him before I start to gag. It’s okay, I use my hand at his base and pump that as I slide my mouth up and down his thick shaft. I know how good vibration feels, so I moan a little as I return to the head to suck and lathe with my tongue.

  “Holy motherfucker.” Billy’s hands are covering his face. He’s rubbing up and down, hissing and moaning as I work. Lifting from him, I ask, “Is this okay?” Knowing damn well it is.

  “Please don’t stop the best head I’ve ever had. Please don’t stop.”

  So, I don’t. Before I repeat my moves, I lick him from base to tip then take him in my mouth again.

  “I’m g-gonna come, JoJo.”

  I nod as I work. I’ve never swallowed before, but I’ve also never given head to Billy before. Working faster, I pump him with my hand, lick and suck until he releases that deep moan again. I feel him in my mouth and quickly swallow. When he takes a deep brea
th, I let him slide from my mouth. “Good?”

  He looks at me like I’m crazy. “That, JoJo, was hands down the best blow job I’ve ever had. I’m hoping you’ll to it again sometime. Soon. Very soon.”

  Giggling, I move up to where I started, in his lap. Leaning forward for a kiss, I half expect him to pull away since I did just have his man-juice in my mouth, but he doesn’t. He kisses me deeply. “I’ve never swallowed before,” I say in his ear.

  “Thank you.” He sighs. “Sexiest woman ever.”

  “Yeah,” I whisper again. Then I wrap my arms around him and hug him. “Yeah, I really am.”

  I feel his laugh before I hear it. His hands wrap around me, pulling me closer. “I’m sorry about your quilt, love.”

  “Me too, Billy.” Me too.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I wake up in an unfamiliar bedroom. I wake up in Billy’s bed. Alone. I can’t say I’m surprised. We fell asleep intertwined on the sofa. He must have carried me to bed. The poor guy. I hope his back is okay.

  Pushing away the covers, I see I have my top on, but my pants are missing. They’re probably still out in the living room. Tiptoeing, I sneak out of his bedroom. Why? I have no idea. He’s probably already left for work. No matter, better safe than sorry. At the entry to the living room, I look left and right but see no sign of life. I spy my pants near the couch and race to them, sliding them on quickly.

  In the kitchen, the coffee is already brewed, so I take a mug down from the shelf and pour myself a cup. After adding sugar and milk, I sip in the nectar of life and moan to myself. I’m hungry, but I need to finish this cup before I think about what I want to eat. As I step out of the kitchen, I hear a voice—Billy’s voice coming from the hallway that leads to his office. “Hm, he must be going in late.”

  Walking in that direction, I can hear his words more clearly now. “She’s a risk. She’s assaulted my girlfriend twice now.” Then a pause. “Yes, they’re sisters, but what does that matter?” I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but I can’t help it now. “Just because she’s family doesn’t give her the right to assault someone. You’re a fucking criminal lawyer, do you hear yourself?”

  I wonder who he’s talking to.

  “Yeah, well, if you don’t get this matter in check, I’m not coming back. We’re going to get a restraining order against her, but you should think long and hard. If she could do those things to her own sister, what could or would she do to someone else?”

  Wow, that’s true. Gisele is unstable. That is for damn sure.

  “I’ll have Dex bring my case files here, but until you’ve remedied this situation, I’m working from home… what?” I peek around the corner and see him run his fingers through his hair. His stress tell. “Fuck the promotion. This is serious shit. She broke into my place and damaged our property.”

  Our property? Ah, damn. I feel my eyes start to burn.

  “Yes, it was fucking valuable.”

  “Look, Frank, I’m only calling you to let you know what she did and to make you aware what she’s capable of. You’ve been warned.”

  I wonder who Frank is.

  “All right. Talk to you later.”

  I listen for more, but there is none. When he appears at the door without warning, I nearly jump out of my pajamas. “Oh, you’re like a ninja.”

  “You could have just come in and sat down if you wanted to hear my conversation. I’ve got no secrets.

  “Who’s Frank?”

  “Frank Bergen. Senior partner over my division.”

  “But Gisele isn’t in your division?”

  “No, but he’s going to need to be the one to talk to Jim. Jim Bartholomew heads up her division.”

  “So, Dex is going to bring you your stuff?”

  “Yes. I called him an hour ago. He’ll be here any minute.” He bends at the waist until his mouth is an inch from mine. “First, I want a kiss from my girl.”

  “My breath.” I didn’t brush my teeth.

  “Don’t care. Lay one on me, babe.”

  I meet his lips and kiss him quickly. I’m not kidding, morning breath is the worst. Even though he’s still in his pajamas, I’d bet he’s already brushed his teeth.

  “I need to go see my mom and dad. Can you take me to the train station?”

  “I’ll do you one better. I’ll take you to your parents right after we file this no-contact order with the courts.”

  “Oh, right.” The no-contact order. We definitely need to do that. “Anyway, you’re busy. You don’t need to take me. I just want to see what’s salvageable at their place and talk to them about Gisele.”

  “I’m taking you, or are you going to bring back all your things on the train?”

  “After seeing the quilt, I doubt there’s much left.”

  Turning on his heel, he looks back at me. “I’m driving you. Don’t argue.”

  “Bossy,” I mutter just as the doorbell rings. “I’ll get it.”

  He’s out of his office and moving to the door before I can catch up. “Not in your sleepwear. Let’s not give Dex a show.”

  I stare down at my flannel pajama set that is so conservative my mom would wear it. “Billy, that’s ridiculous. He can’t see my naughty bits.”

  At my words, Billy halts his steps and slowly turns to face me, takes a step, then two, coming back to me. “Naughty bits?”

  “Yeah, you know. My—”

  His mouth is on mine before I can even get a dang sentence out. His tongue works its way into my mouth, and his hand has found its way into the front of my shirt to my breast. When he tweaks my nipple, I squeak into his mouth. I lean into him because it feels great and he can get me from zero to sixty in seconds. I’m raring to go now. I reach down and run my palm over the front of his pants just as the stupid doorbell rings again.

  Stepping back, Billy points at me. “In my bedroom. Naked. Now. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

  “So bossy.” I turn and practically skip to his bedroom. “You’d better be naked too.”

  Looking back, I see Dex standing just inside the door, and Billy next to him. They’re both staring at me, but Dex’s eyes are as round as golf balls. I stare back then ask, “What?”

  Instead of speaking, Billy merely points in the direction of his bedroom.

  “Whatever.” I roll my eyes, but inside I’m giddy. Sex with Billy is amazing. He’s passionate, playful, and hung. A triple threat. No wonder my sister wanted him. The fact that his dad owns one of the largest food companies in the world is a bonus, but something tells me Billy doesn’t have much to do with that part of the family. I wonder why.

  I quickly take off my clothes and slide onto the bed. I don’t bother covering myself up since it’s pointless. In less than five minutes, Billy’s at his bedroom door and he’s staring at me. “I was going to spank you for being naughty earlier, but seeing you now, like this, and what a good girl you are, I think I’ll just make you come as a reward.”

  “Goody!” I clap. “I like your rewards, Mr. Mathers.”

  “Hm, Mr. Mathers. I like it when you say it.”

  “Come over here and do as promised.” I open my legs as I touch my own breasts. “Or I can just do it myself.”

  “I’d love to watch you do that, but not right now. I need to be inside you. My cock is painfully hard.”

  “Oh, poor cock.”

  Billy laughs as he strips down.

  “I hope Dex didn’t get a glimpse of that. It could scar him for life.”

  “I hid it behind the door. His virtue is safe.”

  I throw my head back and laugh. Then I feel Billy’s body over mine and his lips on my neck. “You’re so fucking beautiful, JoJo.”

  I don’t respond. Instead, I just feel him touch me and kiss me everywhere until I’m coming; I see stars. When I come to, I see Billy positioned to enter me, without a condom.

  “Billy?”

  His eyes are on our centers.

  “Condom.”

  His head jerks up. “We
talked about this.”

  “We did but not really. I’m not in the place in my life for a baby. I want kids someday, but I’d prefer to be gainfully employed with insurance before that happens.”

  “But, I—”

  “I know what you said, and I love you for it….” Shit! What the hell did I just do? I know I said it. He knows I said it. Now what? We’re staring at each other. The silence in the room is adding stress to the situation. “Billy, I—”

  He places his finger over my lips softly. “No. Don’t take it back, JoJo. I love you too.”

  “Isn’t it too soon?” I mean, it’s been less than a week. Who falls in love in less than a week?

  “How should I know?” Billy chuckles. “I’m as surprised as you are. I’ve never been in love before, but as Forest Gump said, ‘I know what love is.’” He even said it in Forest Gump’s voice.

  That makes me lose my shit. I throw my head back and laugh my ass off. My whole body is shaking with laughter. “No. You didn’t. You didn’t just quote Forest Gump.”

  As he sits back on his heels, I can’t miss the fact he’s still fully erect. “I did.” He shrugs. “It’s a great movie. Why wouldn’t I?”

  I can’t stop laughing. Happy tears are sliding down my cheeks, and I can say without any hesitation, I’ve never been happier. And I do love him. I just hope I don’t fuck it up.

  When I’ve calmed down, I wipe my face and look up at him. He’s smiling down at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen. “I’ve never laughed in bed with a girlfriend before.”

  “Oh, we’re going there? Talking about your exes. Now?”

  “No.” He reaches down and pinches my side. Not hard. “I meant that you’re the first girlfriend I’ve ever had who was the entire package—smart, beautiful, sexy, funny, interesting, quirky, and a blast in bed. How could I not love you?”

  “I’m still not ready for a baby. If this is real”—I point to him then at myself—“we need a year to see how this goes. I’m notorious for screwing up good things in my life. I’m going to do the same with us.”

  “Not if I don’t let you.”

  I reach out and stroke his still hard dick. Unbelievable. “If you say so.” I wrap my hand around him and slide it up and down. He’s got a perfect penis. Not a surprise since it’s attached to Billy Mathers. “Wrap this up. I’m ready for you to fuck me.”