Naughty & Nice: A MFM Christmas Romance (Surrender to Them Book 7)

by Kelli Callahan

“Ah, so you’re a December baby?” She squatted and started looking through the inventory below the counter.

  “Yep.” I chuckled and pulled out my debit card. “Please don’t laugh.”

  “No freaking way.” She took my debit card and her eyes opened wide. “This is a joke, right—your last name is Christmas?”

  “It’s no joke.” I sighed and shrugged. “Want to hear something that’s even worse?”

  “I bet you’re going to tell me whether I want to or not.” She giggled under her breath as she continued to stare at my debit card.

  “My Dad’s name is Kris, and it’s spelled with a K.” I exhaled sharply and chuckled.

  “Kris Christmas—wow, well at least he didn’t make you a junior.” She walked towards the register.

  “He might have if he didn’t end up with twins,” I smirked and waited for her to finish the transaction.

  “What me to wrap it up for you?” She held up the box and handed me the receipt to sign.

  “Yes, that would be great. Thank you.” I nodded quickly.

  “This will only take a minute.” She walked over a small counter, wrapped the box, and put it in the bag.

  “I really appreciate your help.” I reached out and took the bag once it was on the counter in front of me.

  “No problem. Thank you for shopping at Young’s Jewelry, and I hope you have a wonderful holiday season—Mr. Christmas.” She giggled again, unable to hold it in.

  “You too.” I sighed and turned to leave the store.

  And that’s why I should carry cash.

  When I walked out of the jewelry store and looked at my watch, I realized that I still had some time to kill before I needed to meet Andy and change into the suit. My Dad’s gift was already taken care of, and I really didn’t have anyone else to shop for. My parents handled all the aunts, uncles and cousins, so their gifts were wrapped and under the tree. I decided to do a little window shopping, which was really just an excuse to check out some of the gorgeous southern belles. My family was originally from Minnesota, and we went to school in Michigan, so I was still adjusting to the southern accents, but damn if they weren’t sexy as fuck. Like Andy, I wanted a sink my dick into a beautiful Georgia peach before Christmas break was over and hear her scream my name with a southern flair.

  Okay, that’s the kind of girl I’m looking for.

  I walked up to Spencer’s and saw two girls browsing the aisles, picking up various adult themed novelty items. The one that really caught my attention was a curvy brunette with honey-colored highlights. She had a pair of tits that stretched the front of her t-shirt so tight I could already imagine how gorgeous they were behind the fabric. Her ass was a perfect upside down heart, stuffed into a pair of jeans that would look much better on the floor than on her hips. I had to take a step back from the window when she looked my way, just so she wouldn’t see me staring. I was instantaneously mesmerized and I wanted to know her name, her birthday, her favorite color, and her life story in fast forward so I could get right to the part that made my dick twitch in my pants. I stared at her so long I almost forgot that I needed to meet Andy, and when time caught up to my imagination, I realized I had to book it or we were going to be late.

  Fuck—I guess I’ll see you in my dreams, gorgeous.

  I walked at a brisk pace until I got outside and then darted around to the back of the mall. It was cold as fuck, and I wasn’t looking forward to changing clothes in the parking lot, but it was a lot better than spending twelve hours in the Santa Claus suit. Andy was late, and I kept staring at my watch, wondering if he was coming. When he finally appeared, I was in a foul mood and cold. We tried changing in the bathroom the first time we traded the suit, but the manager almost caught us. While he was cool with one of us handling things for our father, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t appreciate us swapping since he was only writing one name on the check. As far as he knew, Andy was his Santa Claus for the season.

  “I thought you weren’t coming,” I grumbled under my breath as I peeled off my shirt and he removed the Santa Claus coat.

  “I got stuck with some kid that had a Christmas list as long as my fucking leg. I thought about just telling him he was on the naughty list and sending him back to his parents.” Andy started unbuttoning the girdle which added a few pounds in the abdominal area of the suit.

  “Dad really needs to get a Santa suit that isn’t so fucking complicated.” I took the girdle, strapped it on, and pulled my t-shirt on over the top.

  Andy and I bickered as we continued to swap clothes, but we managed to get changed before I needed to get back inside the mall—not that it stopped Andy from freaking out in the process. Neither of us wanted to fuck up the job for our Dad, even if we weren’t eager to do it in the first place. I started walking and began to regret putting the Santa pants on over my jeans, but I couldn’t exactly strip down to my boxers in the parking lot. The two assistants that were dressed as elves quickly ushered me to the chair once I was on the stage. I smiled, waved, and made sure the beard was firmly in place before sitting down. I was going to have to wear a smile for the next six hours, but I wasn’t going to enjoy it.

  Alright, time to let a bunch of fucking kids tell me how many ponies they want this year.

  Holly

  A few days later

  My parents left on their Caribbean cruise, and I had the house to myself. When I was in high school, I would have killed to have the house to myself for that long, but it wasn’t nearly as enticing after being away at a college for an entire semester. I literally sat alone in my living room for an hour just trying to think of something I could do with my newfound freedom. I could raid the liquor cabinet, but I wasn’t much of a drinker. I did enjoy a glass of wine from time-to-time when my roommate had a bottle, but I generally didn’t seek it out on my own. Alcohol usually made me tired, and when I did go to parties, I only had a couple of beers at most. I did smoke a few cigarettes in high school, but I didn’t really enjoy them that much. Drugs were definitely out the question. The one time I tried marijuana, I got so buzzed it felt like my head was spinning in circles, and I ate everything in my dorm room.

  It’s a good thing I don’t want to actually be on the naughty list this year because I’m as boring as a nun—well, maybe not.

  There was one thing I could do—one thing I definitely couldn’t do when my parents were around. I could buy a sex toy. Just thinking about it made my pussy start to tingle. I could even take things to the next level and watch porn while I used it. Not just pictures of hot guys like I normally did—I could download some filthy stuff and watch it on the big screen in the living room. That was what I was going to do. I didn’t care if it was juvenile or over the top, I needed to do something with the freedom I had for the next couple of weeks. I showered and got dressed as fast as I could, practically vibrating with excitement. I already knew who I was going to be thinking about when I touched my pussy with a vibrator for the first time too—the sexiest mall Santa in the world—both of them.

  Okay, just walk into Spencer’s and buy the toy like an adult. It doesn’t have to be awkward. People do this every single day.

  I wasn’t brave enough to actually go across town to the sex shop that specializes in the kind of toy I wanted. Spencer’s would have to do. The best toys weren’t on display for the general public to see, despite the fact they had things so dirty Beth was afraid to walk in the house with them sitting near the entrance. In order to get to the good stuff, I had to go behind a small curtain and while I walked into the mall with all the courage in the world, I hesitated once I got near it. I wanted a sex toy—I wanted to try one. I just needed one final dose of courage to push me through the curtain and actually go through with it. I browsed the other items in the store and looked at the stuff that I had no intention of buying while I tried to muster the mental fortitude to take the steps that would get me behind the curtain.

  If I’m not mature enough to actually go through the curtain, then I probably d
on’t deserve a sex toy, to begin with. Fuck.

  My parents were out of town for two weeks. I was going to be all alone in the house. There was no reason for me not to buy a sex toy. My roommate had one. I had seen the vibrator once when I went looking for a pen in her room. I had never actually heard her use it, so I assumed she only used it when I wasn’t in the room—I hoped, anyway. My eyes darted around the store so much that the girl behind the counter probably thought I was planning to steal something. I didn’t expect to be so fucking nervous. I thought it would be easy to just walk in, grab something that looked fun, and walk out with it in a discreet black bag. I waited until the store was almost empty except for a couple of teenagers that didn’t appear to be looking my way at all. This was my moment. I took a deep breath and darted through the curtain.

  Holy sex overload, Batman.

  I wasn’t in heaven—unless heaven was dirty as fuck and Saint Peter was having an orgy at the pearly gates. It still might as well have been utopia. Two aisles of perpetual bliss wrapped in plastic—well, some of them weren’t even wrapped. I walked up to the section of vibrators and stared at the abundance of options. I wasn’t sure I wanted one that would actually penetrate me, no matter how excited the thought of it was. My pussy was way too tight for anything that was bigger than my finger, and I my hymen was mostly intact. I couldn’t even use a tampon when Aunt Flo came to visit because it hurt too much to put one in. I needed something that could do what my finger normally did—directly stimulate my clit until the flood of pleasure sent me into euphoria. I hoped the vibrator would make that feeling even better.

  There are so many options here. Which one do I choose? I need an expert. Too bad I don’t have one on standby—but I do have Google.

  I pulled out my phone and started searching for the best type of vibrator that wouldn’t actually penetrate me. The search results were pretty graphic, but not as graphic as what I planned to watch once I got back to my house. Several pages mentioned wand vibrators and recommended a brand called Hitachi. I scanned the shelves and found the name, but then I took a step back when I realized it was almost eighty dollars to buy one. That certainly wasn’t an option. My budget was much lower than that. I looked at the shape and got a good idea of how it worked. I just needed the bargain basement version of it. I found one called a Mini Diamond Wand Massager that came in several colors. It was less than twenty dollars, and the reviews were good, so I grabbed it.

  Okay, now that I know what I want to buy—I just have to go through the curtain and make the purchase.

  I stood at the entrance for several seconds and then peeked through the middle of it to see if there was anyone in the store. There were a lot more people there than when I walked behind the curtain. There was also a line at the register. I didn’t want to be awkwardly standing in line holding a vibrator, so I waited until the register was empty and darted towards it. The girl behind the counter was younger than me and didn’t even blink when I handed her the sex toy. She rang it up, took my debit card, and a few seconds later, I was punching in my pin number. She handed me the bag, and even though the vibrator was hidden from view, I still blushed when I walked out of the store. I just needed to get home before I ran into anyone I knew—especially someone who might ask what I bought at Spencer’s.

  Oh my god. It’s him—well, one of him.

  I walked past several stores and saw the drop dead gorgeous mall Santa, out of uniform, casually walking through the mall. He wasn’t on duty, which meant his twin must be the one in the chair. I had to assume they swapped places for some reason, which explained why they were changing behind the mall where very few people went unless they parked that far out. He paused to look into one of the stores and I realized I was going to have to walk past him in order to leave the mall. I wanted to meet him so bad when I first saw him, and it was easy to have a crush on someone from afar, but I wasn’t sure what I would do if he actually looked at me. I didn’t have to wonder long. He turned his head as I approached and his beautiful ocean-blue eyes locked directly on mine.

  “Hey.” He gave me a nod.

  “Hello.” I returned the nod—we were just strangers passing each other—nothing more.

  I swallowed hard when I walked past him. It was a friendly greeting and a meaningless nod of his head. He probably only said something because we made eye contact. I quickened my pace and my heart started to beat hard in my chest. Why did he have to be so fucking beautiful? Why did his eyes have to be so amazing? Why did one single look and a solitary word out of his mouth make my panties practically liquefy between my legs? I wanted to break out into a full-on run, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself.

  Except that’s exactly what I did—because my hurried pace, my racing heart, and my spinning thoughts made me ignore the bench in front of me until I rammed the wood with my shin and tripped over it. I caught the bench with my hand as I fell and avoided face-planting on the floor, but I dropped my bag—and my purse. My bag tumbled onto the floor and the vibrator shifted out of the top. My purse didn’t dump everything on the floor, but a few items were laying at my feet. My face turned red with embarrassment as people just sidestepped the Christmas klutz who nearly lost a few teeth in the middle of their holiday rush.

  “Oh my gosh, are you okay?” It was him—he was the only one who ran to my rescue.

  “Yeah, I think so.” I stood up and rubbed my shin. “Ow.”

  “Here let me get your things.” He bent down to pick up my purse and the stuff that had fallen out of it.

  Oh no—the vibrator. Please don’t look over there—too late.

  “Your um, bag.” He picked up the vibrator, pushed it into the bag, and handed it to me.

  I’m literally going to die of embarrassment.

  “Thanks. That’s not mine.” I took the bag. “I mean, it is mine, but it’s not for me.”

  Yeah, that makes sense. Who buys a vibrator for themselves? Obviously, I bought it for a friend.

  “Of course.” He chuckled under his breath and nodded.

  “Dirty Santa!” I said the words so loud I practically yelled at them. “It’s for a Dirty Santa party.”

  “I’m Andy.” He extended his hand.

  Andy. I have a name to go with this delicious fantasy.

  “Oh, yeah.” I shook his hand quickly. “I’m Holly.”

  His skin is rough and his hand is calloused. Damn it feels so good on mine.

  “Nice to meet you. Are you able to walk?” He motioned to my leg.

  “Yeah, I think so.” I took a step and felt a sharp pain shoot through my shin. “Ow.”

  “Why don’t we walk—well, I’ll walk and you hobble—over to the food court? I’m sure it’s a lot closer than your car and you should probably rest that for a few minutes before you brave the parking lot.” He motioned to the food court with his hand.

  Is he—asking me on a date? Wait, he’s asking on a date to the food court? That’s not a date for anyone older than fifteen.

  “Yeah, okay.” I nodded and took another step. “I don’t think it’s broken.”

  “Here, let me help.” He took my hand and gave me a little support as I took my next step.

  He had his hands on me. I had dreamed of that moment from the very first time I saw him—or was it even him? It could have been his twin brother changing in the parking lot that first caught my eye. They were definitely identical—although I wasn’t sure if they had the same ink. I really didn’t get a chance to look at it closely enough to know if it was unique. That wouldn’t matter in a Santa suit, but it might be a way for me to tell them apart. I looked at the designs on the arm that was supporting me. He had several red roses with hints of yellow on top of his forearm, and thorns that wrapped around a huge skull at the bottom of his forearm. The skull was very well done and looked almost realistic except for the fangs that protruded from the top of the mouth and extended over the bottom jaw in a grotesque fashion. I had always been a fan of macabre art, so I thought it was pr
etty damn awesome.

  Oh god, once we sit down I’m going to actually have to talk to him.

  Andy

  Earlier that day

  “This job is going to kill me.” I walked into the living room and sat down across from my twin brother. “You have to take the first shift.”

  “Yeah, no problem. It’ll be nice to avoid the night crowd.” Zach sat up and looked over at me.

  “I don’t have any idea how Dad does this twelve hours a day for seven days a week. The money isn’t worth it.” Zach closed his eyes and sighed. “I’m ready to strangle myself with Christmas garland after a few hours in that fucking chair.”

  “And he wants to move here—like, live here year round. Mom is going to give up her career so he can be a mall Santa? Ugh.” I shook my head angrily.

  “It’s his dream.” Zach groaned and sat up. “It’s not like Mom has to work anyway.”

  “Yeah, but she loves her job.” I shrugged and sighed.

  Our mother never was the stay-at-home type. Our Dad got a nice inheritance when our grandfather passed away, but she still wanted to work, even when it wasn’t required. I wondered what kind of job our Dad would have gotten if he wasn’t living off the residuals from our grandfather’s movie career. They were a little lower each year, but some of the movies our grandfather appeared in were classics, and television stations played them nonstop around the holidays. Dad hoped that he would be able to have something like that for us one day, and getting a mall Santa gig was the first step towards it. He was committed to the role of Santa Claus, but I wasn’t sure he was quite ready for the movies, no matter how many times he bleached his beard. He wasn’t old enough to pass for a classic Santa unless they put on a few layers of latex and makeup.

  “Okay, I’m going to head to the mall,” Zach grumbled under his breath and started to stand up from the couch.