Dear Santa: A Bad Boy Christmas Romance

by Lulu Pratt

  Even before that, when we pulled up to the house, her mouth was hanging open in pure shock. I sometimes forget how intimidating this house and the gardens can be. I know I was like that when I first bought it.

  But Carrie has cooled off significantly since then. I watch her pour herself another glass to drink, her cheeks flushing red and her smile increasing in warmth. She has clearly come around to the idea of staying here. She is far more comfortable now.

  “So, tell me,” I say as I take a sip of my Champagne. “How was the food? The chefs will be hounding me later so I’d like some feedback for them.”

  “Are you kidding?” She says excitedly. “It was incredible. Do you always eat like that?”

  “Not always,” I say, smirking. “Only when I have company. Special company. I figured that you fit into the category nicely.”

  “That’s what I wanted to hear,” she smiles to herself. “I suppose you don’t actually live here either, do you? You’ve just rented it out to try to impress me.”

  “Shit,” I exclaim, and I slap my hand on the table. “You caught me. I really thought I had you fooled.”

  “I’m not like other girls,” she says as she tilts her glass to me. “You have to get up pretty early to fool me.”

  “I’ll remember that.”

  “Well.” She takes a final sip of her drink, draining the glass. She looks much more relaxed now. I like that. “If we only have the one night in this gorgeous place, you better show me the rest of it. You know, before we have to leave tomorrow.”

  “Good point. We need to get the most out of it while we can.” I push out my chair and stand. “Shall we?”

  I hold out my hand for her and she takes it, standing slowly. She is tipsy. I can tell from the way she pushes herself up from the table. But she isn’t drunk, and that is important.

  She keeps a firm grip of my hand as I lead her through the house to the guest room. I have the guest room already made up for her, just in case. Although I assume that she will be staying with me, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable and just imply it.

  “This is where you will be staying,” I say as I lead her into the room. It’s the size of her apartment, and I can see her eyes bulge as she looks around it.

  “Not bad,” she says dismissively. “I’ve never slept in such a beautiful room before.”

  “Is that right?” I chuckle. “I guess you’d be more comfortable sharing, then?”

  “I think so.” She nods as she bites her lip. “If you’re okay with that?”

  I don’t answer. Instead, I take her hand in mine. I lead her from the guest room to my own. My room is even bigger than the guest room. The bed is California king-sized, while the adjoining bathroom is as large as her whole apartment.

  “This is more like it,” she says as we enter. “The other room was a little small for me.”

  “Oh, I’d hate for you to be uncomfortable,” I joke as I let go of her hand.

  As I do, she steps further into the room, and as she does that, I turn around and close the bedroom door.

  The door clicks shut, and she spins around, looking from the closed door to me. I can feel the tension rise in the room as the implication of the closed door dawns on her. It’s thick and rife with sexuality.

  I can see her mind stirring. She contemplates another sarcastic comment, but to my relief, she doesn’t make a joke.

  She walks up to me with a knowing smile on her face. She reaches me, and I slide my hand across her back and pull her in closer. Our bodies collide, and we kiss. It’s a kiss that I have been looking forward to all night. But not only the kiss.

  Our tongues dance. I feel myself getting hard as all the blood in my body rushes to my cock. I have wanted her for days now. I have thought about her every night before sleeping and every morning as I wake up.

  I can tell that she is on the same page as me. As we kiss, the passion rises. Her hand runs to the back of my head. She grabs onto my hair and pulls it. I grip her back and squeeze her. I push my cock into her. I grab her sweet ass and let her know that this time, I am not going anywhere.

  She wears a simple pair of yoga pants and a tank-top. When I picked her up, I was going to ask her to put on something more appropriate for dinner. Now I’m glad that I didn’t. In the yoga pants, her ass looks and feels amazing. And in the tank top, her breasts look spectacular.

  I quickly remove her top, meeting zero resistance. She does the same to me, pulling off my shirt. Before I realize it, her hands are at my belt, and she takes off that too, dropping my pants to the ground. I wear a pair of boxers, and they struggle to contain what I have waiting for her.

  I chalk it up to her tipsy state, the tenacity with which she undresses me. She is eager and can’t seem to control herself. Her hand finds my bulge. She squeezes it, and I feel myself getting even harder for her.

  My hands are still wrapped on her ass. I can’t take them off. It feels so good. It’s only by pure force of will that I manage. The moment I release her, she drops to her knees. I smile as I realize what she is up to.

  Her hands find the waistband to my boxers, and she pulls them down. As she does, I make sure to lean back a little so my dick doesn’t hit her in the face. It’s big, and she probably isn’t expecting it.

  It comes out, sticking up straight. As soon as my cock is released, she grips it in her hand and squeezes it again. She moans in anticipation and what I am sure is relief at the size of it.

  “That’s it, Carrie. Play with me,” I whisper roughly. The look on her pretty face says she likes what she hears, what she sees. Good. Hopefully she enjoys the taste too.

  I run my hand through her hair, gripping her by the top of her head. I then push her head forward and over my cock.

  She swallows it in one go. Her tongue runs over the tip, slicking it as her mouth slides down the entire shaft. I moan in pleasure and grip her head even tighter.

  Back and forth, she moves on my cock, licking and sucking it. She moves to the shaft, running her tongue over it, before swallowing the entire thing again. I groan again.

  I want her to stay down there all night. I want her to taste my cum as I finish inside her mouth. But I also want to be inside of her.

  Chapter 20

  CARRIE

  He tastes so good. On my knees, I can’t stop sucking his big cock. I am in awe of its size. I run my mouth over it, and I can’t stop thinking about how it is going to feel inside of me.

  I want to stay down here and keep going. I would love nothing more than to swallow his load. But I also want to feel him inside me.

  With some difficulty, I pull my mouth from his cock and stand up. As I stand, I push him back onto the bed. He falls willingly. His erection lies straight as he is on his back. I smile down at him as I slowly drop my yoga pants and panties.

  “Wow,” he says as he admires my body.

  I don’t say anything. I just smile as I slowly walk to him. I run my hand down to my mound, stroking myself as I climb on the bed. I’m soaking wet. My fingers are dripping in my juices. As I climb on Blake, I give him my hand. He sucks my fingers, licking them clean.

  I grip his cock in my hand, climb on top and position myself over him. I have never fucked a man with such a large cock and I am a little nervous. I hold his cock between my hands and slowly let it slide into me. Moaning as it goes inside, I struggle to take the whole thing. It’s bigger than anything I have ever had and it feels different. My shaking body and quivering thighs betray this.

  It’s only as his cock slides all the way into me that I begin to work him. Up and down, I move. Back and forth. My hands rest on his chest, using him as leverage as I continue to grind. He grabs my hips and slides in and out of me. I move up to his shaft, just as his head is about to come out, and then I fall back on it. I do this again and again. Each time an electric pulse runs up my body.

  His hands move up and grip my heaving breasts. He squeezes them and pinches my nipples. He sits up, and I gasp as he does. Not just be
cause of how it feels, but his abs. He is ripped, and as he sits up, his six-pack hardens.

  But I only have a moment to enjoy the view as his head buries itself into my breasts. He licks and nibbles my nipples, causing me to moan in pleasure.

  I straddle him as I continue to grind. His hands wrap around my body and pull me in tighter. I find his back with my nails and drag them down his skin. He lets off a low moan at the sensation. He grabs the back of my hair, pulling my head back. He kisses and tears at my neck. It is pure ecstasy.

  I want to ride him all night, but after a few moments, I feel that familiar heat rising in my body. It starts in my toes and works up my thighs. It spreads through my belly and over my entire body. I am about to come. I ride him harder and harder.

  “I’m close,” I tell him.

  “Come, baby,” he says.

  My movements become more erratic and unstable. I scream, and he moans, telling me he is about to come. I can feel his cock pulsating inside of me. I can feel that he is close. I push myself forward, grinding hard. As I do, I feel him release inside of me. I come at the same time, screaming as I do.

  As soon as I am physically able, I pull myself off him and fall down by his side. We are both hot and sweaty. Not to mention sticky. I nuzzle into his chest, kissing him on the neck as I settle in.

  “Ah, shouldn’t you be on your back?” Blake suddenly says.

  “What?” I ask, sure that I misheard.

  “On you back. With your legs in the air? Isn’t that the best way to ensure that you get pregnant?” He is serious, too. I can hear it in his voice.

  “Maybe?” I say, not really sure. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m not ovulating right now.”

  “But still,” he says. “Shouldn’t we do it anyway? Just in case?”

  “We?” I ask, sitting up. “You mean me? And you really want me to lie here with my legs in the air?”

  “Well, yes,” he says.

  “Look, how about this,” I begin. Looking at his face, I realize that he isn’t being a dick or anything of that nature. He’s just a man and with that comes certain failings. “When I am ovulating, I will happily lie on my back, if that makes you feel better. But for now, let’s just enjoy the moment.”

  I lie back down, and as I do, he wraps his arm around me. He is warm, and I can feel his heart beating. It’s still fast, and as I nuzzle into him, it increases.

  “You know,” he says. “I can’t tell you how pleased I am.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask. “With me?”

  “Well, yes. But also that we are doing this. I’m glad that it’s with you.”

  “Oh,” I say, not sure how to respond.

  “I like you, Carrie,” he continues. He sits up, moving me so that I am looking at him, into his eyes. “And like I said, I am glad you agreed to this. I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.”

  “Thanks,” I say, smiling warmly at him. I lean up and kiss him on the nose.

  “And having a child, too. It’s all I’ve wanted for a while now.”

  He lies down, and I snuggle into him again. It’s odd, but for some reason, I don’t believe him. I believe that he is glad that I am here, and I believe that he wants a baby. But to say that it is all he has ever wanted? I am not so sure.

  Then again, as I lay beside him and I feel him drift off to sleep, I wonder if I am just thinking that to justify my actions. Despite how much I do like him, and I do, I can’t forget or forgive what he did to my sister. I just hope that when the time comes and I have the baby, that I can go through with what I have planned. I owe Lyndsey that much.

  Chapter 21

  BLAKE

  The past week has been incredible. More than that. Words don’t really do it justice. And it’s all to do with Carrie. I wonder if it’s because it is Carrie specifically, or if I would feel this way were it some other girl?

  I’ve been thinking that all week, and I hate to admit it, even to myself, but I am pretty sure that it is all Carrie.

  She is just so incredible. Physically, she is supreme. Her body is amazing, and whenever we have sex, I relish in the chance to touch her and have her all to myself. And we have been having a lot of sex, too. Even though she isn’t ovulating, all we do is have sex. Every night and every morning. Even right now, it’s only lunch time, and I want to rush home so I can have her again. It doesn’t get old.

  But it is more than just the sex. It’s the companionship. It’s strange, but I have spent almost my entire life single. The last really serious relationship I had was in high school, and the way that ended left a scar that took a while to heal. It’s because of that I’ve avoided relationships, and I’ve always thought that was best for me. But now? Well, now, I’m not so sure.

  After we have sex, Carrie will snuggle by my side and the two of us talk. Not about anything special, just regular chit chat. But every second of it is amazing. I could talk to her for hours, and sometimes, I do.

  It’s a feeling that I’ve never experienced, and I wonder if that is what all my friends are always going on about. Ben often tells me that his favorite night of the week is Sunday because the kids are with the babysitter and he and Janet get to be alone together. I told him he’s crazy, but now I’m not so sure.

  I’m having a hard time concentrating. Like I said, it’s been this way all week. I should be working, but I keep on thinking about tonight. I just can’t wait to get home. What’s more is that I have a good feeling that tonight is the night I get Carrie pregnant. I can just feel it. Sure, she says that she isn’t ovulating until tomorrow, but something just tells me that tonight will be the one.

  I have another go at concentrating on work, but soon realize that it isn’t going to happen. Maybe I should just go home and start again on Monday? I decide that this is for the best and begin to pack my things.

  I am my own boss, after all, and can do what I want.

  As I turn off my computer, my work phone rings. I stare at it as it continues to ring, wondering if I should even answer it. It might be important, but chances are, it’s just some client checking in on me, seeing if I still have their priorities in order.

  I sigh and fall back in my chair. I let the phone ring one more time and pick it up. “Hello, Blake here.”

  “Eight rings. What took you so long?” It’s Ben on the other end.

  I wonder what he is doing, calling my work phone when he has my cell. But then I remember that he’s old fashioned and just has an affinity for landlines.

  “I’m a busy guy, Ben,” I say, trying to sound important. “Clients, movies, directors. It’s big and important stuff.”

  “Yeah, right,” he scoffs down the other end. “It’s a Friday, so I know you were just getting ready to leave for the bar.”

  “What do you want?” I say, cutting him down. “Speak now or the phone is hanging up in three, two, one.”

  “Okay,” he says quickly. “I was actually calling for a reason. I wanted to know what you were doing Saturday.”

  “This Saturday?”

  “Yeah, the day that comes after today. I’m sure you have big important meetings and everything. But is there any chance you can pull yourself away from them?”

  Ben has always thought my job to be a little silly, truth be told. He’s not really a movie guy, and I think that’s the exact reason we get along so well.

  “For you, Ben? I think I can make an exception.”

  “Perfect. I’m having a barbecue, and I wouldn’t be totally opposed to you coming along.”

  “Oh fuck, no I can’t actually.” Carrie and I had discussed staying in all night and trying as many times as possible.

  “What, really?” He asks, surprised. “What are you doing?”

  “I have a date if you must know. With Carrie.”

  “Bring her along, then. I don’t mind”

  “I don’t know,” I begin.

  I wonder if I should. Not only because I want to spend the night trying for a baby, but I also don’t know if I am
ready yet for her to meet my friends. I don’t even know if she would want to.

  “Come on. I don’t bite, and I am sure that I can ask Janet not to as well. I want to meet the special lady.”

  “I don’t think special is the right word,” I say dismissively.

  “Yeah, right,” he scoffs again. “I don’t think I’ve ever known you to blow off seeing your friends for a girl. Come to think of it, I don’t think you’ve ever had a girl long enough to blow your friends off for.”

  “Whatever,” I say, trying to shut him down.

  But even I can’t deny that what he is saying is closer to the truth than I would like to admit. I can try to deny what Carrie means to me, but the evidence doesn’t lie.

  “Is that a yes?” Ben asks.

  “If it means ending this conversation, yeah,” I joke.

  “Perfect! The barbecue starts around one. So come around then.”

  I hang up the phone chuckling to myself. Still in my seat, I stare at the phone, lost in thought. I hate how well Ben knows me, and I hate how right he is. I can lie to him all I want, but my actions speak for themselves.

  I just wonder how Carrie feels about the whole thing. It’s odd, but I hope she feels the same way. I hope that she isn’t in this just for the money, but maybe because she sees me as something more.

  I shake my head as this thought hits me. It’s alien to me and scares me just a little. I need to keep my mind focused. I am using Carrie to have a baby and nothing more. At least that is what I am telling myself.

  Chapter 22

  CARRIE

  Blake’s house really is amazing. As I walk through the living room to the spare room where my laptop is set up, I pinch myself in disbelief. I am in awe. Every day, I wake up and keep my eyes closed tight in the fear that when I open them, I will be back in my own place and realize this is all just a dream. But then I open them, I see Blake beside me, and I realize that it really is happening. When that happens, I laugh. I just cannot believe it.