F*CKING AWKWARD HOLIDAYS: 25 Short Stories of Awkward Holiday Encounters

by Plendl, Taryn

  “Nope, maybe another weekend,” I say calmly, going to refill our glasses.

  What I miss is the silent communication between the two.

  Which soon becomes a colossal mistake.

  * * *

  Chapter 2

  Bizzy

  The humming starts low, then increases as I crack my eyes open. The bed is empty beside me, confirming my suspicions that Shaw has gotten up at daybreak to start our trip. He explained to me briefly our path last night, so I mentally calculate we have about fifteen minutes until we are far enough away from the marina and dock to have complete privacy on the open water.

  I reach around and dig through my bag to find the lingerie I hid. Shaw may have mentioned clothing was optional this weekend, but I did some shopping specifically to surprise him.

  I go into the small attached bathroom of our master bedroom and start my preparations. In exactly fifteen minutes, the boat picks up speed, and I stare at myself in the mirror. This is by far the most risqué bra and panty set I’ve ever owned. Even when Claire took me shopping for my honeymoon lingerie, I didn’t allow her to look at anything this skimpy. Scraps of lace cover the essential areas— barely—and the G-string panties are held together by satin strings that could snap at any moment. Before I can talk myself out of it, I head to the kitchen and quickly make two cups of coffee.

  The sun has almost completely risen when I walk out onto the deck, looking for my husband.

  “Shaw, honey, thought you may want to take a little break for breakfast. And by breakfast, I mean me.”

  I stop dead and scream at the sight in front of me. Shaw is tied to the side of the boat with a piece of tape over his mouth. The instant his eyes land on me, he starts to struggle viciously.

  “Jesus, no! Put some fucking clothes on!” Nicky’s familiar voice cuts through the air, and I twist to see him looking at me in horror. I scream again and forget I have steaming coffee in my hands when I move to cover myself. The burning liquid coats my front, and I howl in pain as the mugs hit the deck. Mathis comes clamoring down the steps and has the decency to turn immediately when he sees me.

  A towel is thrown over my shoulders, and I start to pat myself down, backing into the galley and wincing at the tenderness on my breasts and stomach. By this point, Shaw has turned almost purple as rage simmers from him, still struggling. Mathis approaches him with both hands raised and unties him.

  Shaw tears off the tape and stalks to Nicky, who’s also got his hands in the air, apologizing profusely. There’s a little scuffle between the two men, which ends with Shaw punching Nicky in the stomach and then coming straight to me.

  “Are you okay?” He cups my cheeks with both hands and scans my face.

  “I’m fine, but what the hell is going on?” I clutch the towel around me protectively.

  “My fucking asshole, son of a bitch, useless brothers decided to play a little prank.”

  “Did they plan to steal your boat for the weekend?”

  “No, they planned to join us, against my wishes, so they ambushed me this morning.”

  It’s terrible. It’s horrible and downright mean… but I can’t help the giggle that escapes. Shaw’s eyes grow wide in irritation, but some of the fury disappears. “I know it’s awful, but it’s kind of funny.”

  “Not one fucking thing I find amusing, especially since they both just saw you practically naked.”

  Now, humiliation floods my mind, remembering I loudly announced I wanted Shaw to eat me for breakfast. “Oh my God, they heard what I said to you.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about that. Serves them right, but before I go kick both their asses overboard, let’s get you back to the bedroom so I can see if you’re okay.”

  He gently nudges me toward our room, and as the shock of the last few minutes disappears, my skin starts to tingle uncomfortably. Shaw’s face is masked with concern when he gently moves my hand and the towel drops. He lets out a low whistle as his eyes transform into the golden honey color I was hoping for with this choice of outfit.

  “Surprise,” I practically whisper when his fingertips glide down my neck, collarbone, and come to rest at the front clasp of the now ruined lace bra.

  “Most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Every day, every minute I get to look at you, that’s what I think to myself.” He delicately undoes the clasp and guides it off my shoulders, then he hisses loudly. “I’m going to kill them…”

  “It’s not that bad.” I try to calm him, looking at the damage the burning liquid did to my chest.

  “Your tits have welts. Your stomach, too.”

  “Baby, I swear, I’m okay.”

  His eyes meet mine, and he steps away, disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a wet cloth. Tenderly, he runs the soft material over my body and kisses each welt.

  “Slowly, painfully, and with great pleasure, I’m going to beat the shit out of my brothers. Then I’m going to turn this boat around and dump them back at the marina.”

  “No, Shaw, you’re not. What’s done is done.”

  “Bizzy, I could be outside, enjoying the sunrise, with my face buried between your legs. Instead, I’m here wondering about the permanent damage done to your skin because of burns.”

  “It was coffee. It’ll be fine.”

  “Still, I’m going to—” I cut him off by pulling him close and sweeping my lips over his. He continues trying to argue against me, but I do my best to shut him up.

  He relents and kisses me back, moving his hands to grab my ass and lift me. My legs wrap around his waist as I deepen the kiss. Unfortunately, his shirt rubs against me the wrong way, and I whimper in pain.

  He tenses, his tongue stopping mid-stroke and breaks away. “They’re going to pay.”

  “Okay, but let’s take some time to think of a good payback.”

  He stares at me for a minute before his lips tip in a grin. “Okay. We’ll think of something good. But for now, let’s get you dressed and go back out there. We’re going back to Miami.”

  I hop down and change into an appropriate pajama set and matching robe. After applying some ointment on my chest, Shaw takes my hand and leads me back to the deck.

  It wasn’t exactly the start to the holiday weekend I was expecting, but the more I think about it, I smile.

  Maybe we should let them stay?

  * * *

  “How exactly did you convince him to let us stick around?” Mathis sits down, handing me a bottle of water.

  “Do you really want to know?” I grin shyly, knowing I will be returning to the store to buy several more outfits like the one I was wearing this morning.

  “With the look on your face, I can guess. So no, forget I asked.”

  “Exactly what was your plan this morning? How’d you think you’d get away with taking the boat, knowing we were on it?”

  “Simple. Surprise Shaw at sunrise and tie him up, then drive the boat far enough away and give Nicky time to beg you to talk some sense into Shaw. We knew he’d be mad, but you and Nicky… no one fucks with that. So Nicky was just about to go wake you up when you came out.”

  “Yeah, I wish he had woken me up, and we could have avoided the whole humiliating situation.” I glance down at my chest and see the welts have gone back to normal, leaving angry red steaks in their place.

  “How do you think I feel? I’m going to be scarred for life, seeing you practically naked and hearing you offer yourself to my brother to eat.” Nicky sits on the other side of me, shaking his head. “I love you, but that’s going to far.”

  “It serves you right. Maybe next time you’ll call me to intervene before we leave the dock.”

  There’s a low growl, and we all look up to see Shaw staring at us with a nasty scowl. His eyes soften when they land on mine but then return to glaring at each of his brothers.

  “Is he going to be like this all weekend?” Nick speaks low.

  “Probably. I said you could stay, but I didn’t say he was happy about it. There’s g
oing to be a lot of groaning and grunting for a while. I’ll talk to him again, but—” I shrug, not needing to finish the statement.

  “We’ll make it up to you both. I feel like shit for the burns.”

  “Yes, when we dock, let us take you to lunch,” Mathis offers.

  “Sounds good, let me talk to him.”

  As soon as I’m halfway up the short staircase, Shaw is waiting and kisses me softly.

  “They want to take us to lunch to apologize.”

  “Assholes.”

  “Shaw! Stop being a grump.”

  His expression changes, and I can tell he’s considering it. Then a wicked grin spreads across his face. “I’ll agree to dinner. This afternoon, we’re alone. “

  “I’ll arrange it, but you have to promise me you’ll be over your snit by dinner.”

  “Oh yeah, babe, I’ll be over my snit, because I’ll have a whole afternoon to work out my anger.”

  I melt into him and wrap my arms around his waist, squeezing tightly. “Okay, dinner it is.”

  * * *

  Chapter 3

  Shaw

  I smile in satisfaction when I see Nicky’s eyes grow wide in surprise as he reviews he bill. Tonight, I took no mercy. He caught on when I ordered the most expensive items on the menu, but he kept his mouth shut. Even after having the afternoon alone with Bizzy, I still had payback on my mind. Wisely, he went along, but I get a feeling of content watching him look between me and the check.

  “We even now?” He raises an eyebrow and slides his credit card in the black leather jacket.

  “You burned my wife’s tits after ruining my breakfast, so hell no.”

  I was wrong earlier; this is satisfaction, watching Nicky and Mathis both turn a shade of pale and grab their stomach in disgust. Usually, I’d never discuss my sex life with Bizzy, but it’s icing on the cake knowing how much it grosses them out.

  “Shaw.” Bizzy’s hand moves to my chin, forcing my face to hers. “Stop it now.”

  She tries to act aggravated, but her eyes start to dance with humor before she bursts into laughter. It may be the endless champagne I’ve poured, but she’s soon gasping for breath.

  My brothers look horrified as she falls into my lap and kisses me hard before turning back to them.

  “Okay, guys, let’s move past the Bizzy practically naked and oral—”

  “STOP!” both men say together.

  This sets off another round of giggles, and I hold her closer.

  “I want to dance… take me dancing.” She looks at me with so much love, I’d do anything in the world for her.

  “Dancing it is,” I state, standing and placing her on her feet.

  “I want you two to come, too!” She points to the guys.

  I sigh, but stay as Nicky finishes paying the bill, and we all leave the restaurant. Bizzy drags us from one bar to the next, everyone having at least one drink as she checks out the music scene. Finally, she squeals when we find a place a little more upscale playing Jazz Music.

  Mathis and Nick find a table as I spin her around the floor, taking every opportunity to hold her close and kiss along her exposed skin. With each movement, my cock grows harder, aching for her. Finally, the band takes a break and she grips my shoulders, leaning back to see my face.

  “I want you now.”

  “Let’s go.” I have no hesitation, looking toward the door.

  “No… I have a better idea.” She takes my hand and leads me off the dance floor, heading to the front. “Let’s find somewhere private.”

  “Bizzy—” Warning signs ring in my head, but she puts her finger to my lips to silence me.

  She leads me down a dark hallway, behind the bar, and swings her head around, watching the crowd, then opens a dark door and shoves me in forcefully. I barely have time to react when she leaps into my arms and is all over me. Her mouth is on mine, her hands in my hair, and her legs are wrapped so tight, the heat from her pussy seeps through my pants. Even if I had my wits about me, I’d never push her away.

  Desire burns in my blood as I back up until I hit a wall and then turn her against it.

  “Fuck me, Shaw,” leaves her lips, and I lose any common sense I may have had left. With a few steady movements, I have my hands under her sundress and her panties ripped away. My shorts hit the floor, and I position myself at her entrance, teasing her until she bucks her hips and forces me inside.

  She’s so wet, sucking me deep, and it’s me moaning at the sensation.

  The first time I ever slid inside Bizzy’s body, I knew she was made for me. Our sexual chemistry and desire is unmatched. But tonight, she’s wild, and fuck if it isn’t something I want more of. The light in the small closet is dim, but I can still see her eyes gleaming as she lets out a gasp and then throws her head back, arching totally into me.

  My hands grip tighter as I thrust wildly, feeling her squeeze every inch of my dick. The sounds of our heaving breathing fills the room as I pound into her, knowing we’re both close. She clutches my hair tighter, mumbling something that sounds faintly like ‘fuck me harder’.

  With pleasure…

  I grab her ass, titling her, and then slam into her three more times until she comes apart, chanting my name. I cover her mouth with my own to swallow her words then thrust once more, coming so hard I feel light-headed.

  When the room stops spinning, I tear my lips away from hers and kiss along her face delicately. “You’re fucking amazing,” I whisper against her lips.

  “So are you,” she says in a raspy voice that causes my dick to twitch inside her.

  Slowly, I pull out and put her down, helping to steady her when she sways a bit.

  “I need to find a Ladies Room.” She giggles and points to her torn panties on the floor. It barely registers in my mind the lighting has brightened.

  We straighten our clothes, and I do my best to help her clean up. There’s no one in the area when we slip from the room and find the closest restroom.

  I lean against the wall to wait and feel the hair on the back of my neck start to prickle when two large bouncers flank to my sides and watch the door with me. As soon as Bizzy exits, her eyes grow wide.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Bennett, you will need to come with us,” one of the men says.

  I tag Bizzy to my side protectively. “Who the fuck are you?” I demand roughly.

  “You need to come with us,” he repeats.

  “Not on your fucking life. Get out of our way.” I move us to the side to pass them until one of the men steps in our path.

  “We’re not here to cause trouble. The owner wants a word with you.”

  “Get out of our way,” I repeat, eyeing the man furiously.

  The other guy starts to laugh, which fuels my anger. “You really should come with us.”

  “Why?”

  “Let’s just say, your little tryst in the Romp Room wasn’t a private affair.”

  My stomach turns at the same time Bizzy lets out a little squeal. She shocks me by laughing loudly, leaning into my side.

  The men point behind them and then step in front, leading us down another hallway. We climb a set of stairs and enter a whole new club. Except this one isn’t nearly the classy, plush, Jazz Club from below.

  Black and red strobe lights spin and flash around a dance floor littered with bodies plastered together. The waiters and waitresses are wearing tight and revealing clothing, and the patrons are barely dressed at all. The music beats and booms through the room, and an uneasy feeling grows in the pit of my stomach the instant I spot a man on stage seductively undressing a woman who is doing the same to him.

  “Oh my God, is this—” Bizzy’s hand tightens in mine, and I want to grab her and run.

  We are ushered into a bright office that is a complete contrast to the activities going on outside the doors. Behind the desk is a well-dressed man in an expensive suit, waiting for us with a huge smile.

  “Thank you for joining me.” He gestures to the large leather sofa
in front of his desk.

  I sit, pulling Bizzy into my lap, and watch the two men from earlier leave the room.

  “Let me introduce myself. My name is Neil, and I am the owner of this establishment.”

  “Is this a sex club?” Bizzy asks with more curiosity than anything.

  I watch her, expecting to see horror, but instead see a sense of wonder on her face. She’s still flushed from all the champagne and sex, and I want to bury her against me so no one else can see her this way.

  “Well, Mrs. Bennett, we don’t refer to this as a ‘sex club’, but it is a bar that is known for its more erotic elements. Downstairs is for the standard tourist crowd who love music and the opportunity to enjoy Key West. Up here is a more selective crowd with… shall we say… prolific sexual tendencies. It is not advertised, nor is it a public venue. However, tonight, you two stumbled into one of our dens that is set up for public viewing.”

  At the term ‘public viewing’, I go solid. “Please tell me you are fucking kidding me,” I hiss.

  Neil looks at me and shakes his head. “It’s known in this club as the Fantasy Room. Cameras are set up at every angle and record every movement and sound. We make a point to cover faces and mute out names, but the recording feeds back into our fantasy suites, where couples are able to hear and see the action. It’s completely anonymous.”

  “Are you telling me I just fucked my wife on video?!?”

  “You did,” he confirms.

  “That’s fucking illegal to tape us!”

  “It’s also illegal to have sex in a public place. My club has restricted access to protect those patrons of the standard Jazz Club. But once you cross into the hallways behind the bar, everything changes. I run a very profitable and respectable business, following all local laws. Waivers are signed, permissions are granted, and discretion is a must. The minute you entered the room, we knew it wasn’t legit. That’s why I asked you to come here.”

  “We made a sex tape?” Bizzy bounces on my lap excitedly. She looks between Neil and me in awe and surprises the shit out of me. I expected her to throw herself into my arms in complete humiliation.