Hot for the Holidays (21 Holiday Short Stories): A Collection of Naughty and Nice Holiday Romances

by Anthology

  "Are you feeling better today? Papa says you weren't feeling well, Oncle Luc."

  My hand faltered on the mixer. I turned it off to focus on my nephew. The boy's curiosity and honesty was going to be the death of me.

  "Much better." I still couldn't believe a woman—a woman the size of my thumb—made me drink. I had momentarily lost my ability to think the moment she wrapped her lips around my dick. And then I sank my cock into her wet pussy. Mon Dieu, the way she milked me, my brain melted and lust for that tight little body took over.

  I had never had a woman like her before. She'd appeared out of nowhere after the Red Bull Racing Home Run event in Singapore, told me she was there to fuck my brains out. No names asked or given.

  One of the best lays I'd ever had. That, along with her mouth.

  Shaking off those thoughts before they drove me insane, I tuned in on Adrien and caught the end conversation of watching fireworks on New Year's Eve. We drifted off to other topics about school, cars, guesses on gifts Pere Noël would leave under the tree while we baked.

  Chapter Six

  Selene

  I swear, I was married to the most romantic man in the entire world.

  Dinner had been exquisite. Right after that, we had taken a walk along Avenue des Champs-Elysées Christmas market, bought more gifts for the kids and drank Vin Chaud which melted the winter chill biting into my cheeks. After returning to the car, Remington said he had a surprise for me. And, dear God, was I positively surprised. He parked inside an underground parking house, led me toward an elevator with his hand pressed against my lower back, whispering into my ear how he couldn't wait to get me beneath him and fuck me until the only thing leaving my mouth would be me screaming his name. He'd nodded at the receptionist dressed in questionable clothing behind the dark wood counter.

  "What is this place?" I asked, glancing around as he led me out of another elevator on the seventh floor and down a softly lit hallway.

  "Tonight's surprise," he whispered in my ear. "Call it a club purely set up for pleasure purposes."

  I darted a look over my shoulder, meeting his heated, dark gaze. I shivered, praying my legs would carry me without fail. "And you are a member of this club?"

  He breathed out, warm breath ruffling the hair on the back of my neck. "I was built solely to pleasure you, ma belle. No, I'm not a club member. Luc is."

  Sweet Lord!

  His hand on my hip tightened, halting me in front of a dark brown, heavy wood door. He shoved his hand inside his pants pocket and pulled out a key. After unlocking the door and flipping a switch on our right, we stepped into the room. I felt as though I'd been transported back in time as I glanced around the room. Dark wood bed, cranberry-colored bedspread with gold trimming on the edges, heavy curtains now drawn closed, cranberry walls and white ceilings, white wardrobes with mirrors as doors on one side of the room. Two Baroque-style lamps illuminated the room in soft light from the dark wood night tables on both sides of the bed. A vanity in the same style and color as the lamps stood against another wall. This room was sophisticated vintage and it gave a whole new meaning to the words ‘sin’ and ‘wildest fantasies come true’. In all my travels before settling down, I'd never seen anything as sensual and sexy as this room.

  Pulling my gaze from my surroundings, I turned to look at the man lying on that sinful bed, naked, save for the black sheet draped across his hips. His arms were folded behind his head as he watched me. His clothes were tossed carelessly on the floor by the bed. I guess he must have been in a hurry to get this party going. I didn't even notice him undress.

  Reaching to the side of my dress, I slowly pulled the zipper down, my eyes never leaving his, and licked my lips. Knowing I had his attention, I released the zipper. The dress slid down, pooling at my feet. I let my gaze travel up his body. Oh, God. This man was perfection. The only parts of him that gave any indication of how he was feeling was his cock, tenting the bed sheets, and his eyes, usually green, now dark as he took in the black lace balcony bra I'd ordered online a while back. I'd been saving it for the right opportunity and I had made sure Remington never saw it. His eyes went down to the garter belt. They lingered between my legs and he licked his lips, exhaled a shuddering breath before proceeding to the thigh-high stockings. The heat that had been simmering between us during dinner flared to life.

  "Tell me, St. Germain, have you been naughty or nice?" My voice was low and breathy. His chest rose and fell fast, his hands moving from the back of his head to his lap.

  "What do you think?"

  I shrugged. "One hundred percent Remington fucking St. Germain. Naughty. Filthy. Sexy and everything in between."

  He sunk lower in the bed, pushed the bed sheets off his lap and fisted his cock. He slid his strong fingers up and down his length in firm strokes, pausing to cup his balls now drawn tight in need. "Oui. So what's my reward for being so utterly naughty?"

  Stepping out of my dress, I sashayed toward him and halted at the foot of the bed.

  Remington. My husband. Even after all these months, I still couldn't believe I was his and he was mine. Visions of what was going to happen in just a few minutes flashed in my head. Jesus, those abs. They were so defined you could drive a Hummer on them and still feel the bumps. You'd think that after one year of seeing his body day in day out I'd be used to it. Nope, I never was. He still took my breath away, made my knees weak and made me wet with just a look. Then he smiled and holy shit! I squeezed my thighs together and took three deep breaths. Remington was notorious for unleashing The Weapon; his dimples.

  He lifted a brow and cocked his head, summoning me without uttering a single word. I shivered as heat swept through me, my body answering his silent call, both primal and irresistible. I could never resist Remington and I wasn't about to start now.

  With this man, I was set for life and I loved it. My husband and my two beautiful children.

  The children. I'd been completely swept away by tonight's events, I forgot to check on Luc earlier on.

  Biting my bottom lip, I stole a glance at my handbag on the vanity. Was Luc okay? Maybe I could check if he gave Adrien his after-dinner snack. That boy wouldn't get any sleep without tasting his milk and cookies. What if something happened and he called but I didn't hear the phone ring?

  "Stop it."

  I swung around to look at Remington and gave him a "What?" expression.

  "Luc is capable of looking after the children without our supervision. Now stop that and come here so I can worship you," he ordered, flexing his hips up, panting.

  God. Seeing my man unravel before me was hot. Why was I wasting time again? I leaned down to remove the heels.

  "Leave them on," he said in a gruff voice.

  I crawled on the bed and sat astride his thighs. We had time to play and I was going to take my time. His hands left his cock and gripped my hips, moving me, adjusting me so that his cock was poised, ready to plunge into me. Holy. Hell.

  "I'm in control. We do this my way," I said, pushing his hands away from my body and toward the head board. "Remind me to thank Luc."

  Apparently, he wasn't a good student. His arms swung back and his fingers grabbed my thighs. He didn't say anything. Just flexed his hips again, groaned, and that sound shot through me, settling between my legs, hot, heavy, needy.

  "You brought me here for a reason, yeah?" I quirked a brow at him in challenge and thrust my hips forward to get a good friction between our bodies, then leaned forward, blew air on his stomach and trailed my tongue up until my mouth hovered on his right nipple. I raised my gaze to his, "You're not being very nice, baby. Put your hands back on the headboard, or I might be tempted to tie them up with your own tie."

  Remington's stare grew heavier, his breathing faster, ragged. His hold on me tightened, sending pain up my thighs. As soon as it tangled with my need for him, I bit my bottom lip to stop from groaning. Remington loved taking charge. It must have been costing him a lot to maintain his cool, listen to me command him
and not pin me on the bed and fuck me.

  "What are you thinking about?" I snagged his nipple between my teeth, causing him to inhale sharply. I grinned against his skin and slowly sat up while sliding my hands away from his body and onto mine to cup my breasts, squeezing lightly.

  He suddenly frowned and sat up on the bed and grabbed my fingers, busy fiddling with the clasp on my bra.

  "Leave it on. I want to fuck you in this, too. Mon Dieu, you're so fucking beautiful," he growled, leaning down to brush his lips to mine then catching my bottom lip between his teeth and slightly nipping on it. "Any special requests? I plan on enjoying you as much as I can."

  I felt his hands tremble as he moved them down the sides of my body. I whimpered when he pinched my nipples, his touch firm. Then his cock was right there, teasing my pussy.

  I pressed my lips to his ear. "Fuck me. Hard."

  He chuckled deeply. Sinfully. "Oh, I plan to. I plan to lick and bite every part of you, to eat your pussy. I plan to make you scream, ma belle."

  With that, he slid his arm around my waist and flipped me over on the bed. He linked my hand with his and guided them down my body, to stroke my clit with both our fingers.

  "So wet," he murmured against my lips. I lifted my hips, wanting that touch closer, deeper. "Patience, ma belle."

  My body trembled beneath his hard one and my free hand shot out to grab whatever it could find to hold on to for dear life. "Easy for you to say," I gritted out, my eyes clenched shut as I savored what he was doing to my body.

  "Look at me," he commanded in a low voice. I did. "Having you beneath me and trying hard not to fuck you into oblivion is one of the most difficult things I've ever done. But I'm not planning to hurry this up. I’m planning on enjoying every second of this."

  My grip around the sheets tightened. "Even if it means torturing me?"

  He suddenly flashed a roguish grin at me. "Yes. Even if it means torturing you. You'll thank me for it."

  I hooked my leg around his, wiggled my body and tried to flip him over so I could take charge and do things my way. He laughed, dropped his head to the crook of my neck, and pressed an open-mouthed kiss below my ear.

  "I have you where I want you." He pressed his body lower, pinning me with his thighs to emphasize his point.

  Pushing up on his knees, he grabbed my legs, hooked them over his shoulder, and slammed his cock into me, filling me to the hilt.

  "Remington!" I screamed then slapped a hand over my mouth as a reflex as I always did when he and I had sex to avoid being heard throughout the house.

  He pulled my hand away and rolled his hips causing my back to arch off the bed. "It's just you and me now. Mon Dieu, I love that you aren't wearing underwear. I'd have ripped it from your body in order to get a quick access to your pussy." Those words sent more heat between my legs and I pressed into him, wanting to feel him deeper.

  He continued to fuck me, relentless and hard, like this was his last mission on earth and he was making sure he had his last fill. "Scream, Selene."

  And I did, shouting his name as we both came together, hard. Then we lay on the bed with our legs interlocked, his fingers stroking my hair. He didn't let me rest for long, though. Before I knew it, I was being hauled on his lap and his cock was thrusting inside me.

  "We're going to make up for all the time I wanted to fuck you on every surface in the house but couldn't because Adrien or Hope thought it wise to interrupt us. I love those children, but mon Dieu, they can make a grown-arse man have a sex tantrum."

  I giggled, tossing my hair back. "God, I love you so much, Remington." And I let my husband fulfill his promise over and over again.

  Chapter Seven

  Remington

  We decided to take Adrien to visit Colette the following day after my date with Selene. This way, we'd get the whole visit out of the way and settle down for Christmas without it looming like a black cloud.

  Adrien stood stiff as Selene leaned forward to speak to him.

  "I will be waiting outside, okay?" Selene said, ducking her head to meet Adrien's eyes.

  "But I don't want you to go." His little chest fell and rose fast as he glanced around the room wildly. "She tried to kill you, Maman. I don't like her because she wanted to take you away from me and Papa."

  "But she failed, Tiger. And you know what? No one will ever take me away from you. Papa will be here with you. I will be sitting less than ten feet from you. Okay? And if you need me, nothing will stop me from getting to you. Not even that big door." She smiled, wiping the lone tear trailing down Adrien's cheek. "Papa will never let anything happen to you. You hear me?"

  Adrien blinked fast, his bottom lip trembling.

  She slid her hand inside her cardigan then pulled it out and held it in front of him with the palm facing up. The necklace with a tiger pendant carved from wood. Selene had bought it at the Christmas market on Avenue des Champs-Elysées. "Do you know why I call you tiger?"

  He swiped a hand across his face and shook his head. I clenched my hands at my sides to restrain from going to him. He needed Selene right now. As much as I wanted Selene to stay—for Adrien's and my sake—I understood why she chose not to. She explained earlier on that she wanted this to be solely Adrien's decision. She suspected if she stayed, whatever decision Adrien made would be influenced by her presence. I felt my chest squeeze, warming up to Selene's reasoning. She'd been worried about Adrien meeting Colette. We hadn’t seen her since she was arrested in front of our house, but she sounded almost normal when I last spoke to her on the phone. The deranged tone in her voice gone.

  "The tiger represents courage. Remember when Hopie stuck her little head between the bars of her crib and started crying because she couldn't remove herself from there? You climbed over the crib, and removed one of the bars while singing to her. That was courage right there. You protected Hopie from getting hurt. If you weren't there, who knows what would have happened?"

  His eyes were wide as he continued to stare at Selene, absorbing every word she was saying. He nodded.

  Adrien turned to look at me. His eyes grew wider as the sound of a door opening filled the room.

  "I'm scared, Papa."

  I pulled him onto my lap and wrapped a hand around his shoulder, hugging him close. "It is okay to be scared, Adrien. You are one of the bravest boys I have ever met. I'm very proud of you. I'm very lucky you're my son."

  He smiled and tucked his head in my chest.

  After Selene left the room to wait for us in the waiting area, I continued to hold my son, feeling the tension leave his body with every breath.

  The door to the room we were currently in opened, letting in a woman with dark hair peppered in white. She stepped away from the door and glanced over her shoulder as Colette came into view. Adrien's small hand tightened around mine as he pushed his tense body into mine.

  "Hello, Adrien," Colette said, taking a tentative step forward before stopping and staring at my son tucked safely in my arms. I stared at her, making sure my expression was blank. There was no way I was near forgiving her for the havoc she had caused in my life.

  Adrien looked at me, his breathing coming fast and his lip quivering. He pressed his lips in a tight line and breathed in deeply, then pushed his chin forward.

  "Hello, Colette." I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but watching my son fight through his fears to face the woman who had done more harm to us than good made my chest swell with pride.

  I squeezed his hand to reassure him that he was doing a great job, then settled in for the visit.

  Colette's face twisted in what I could guess was pain. Or displeasure. How could someone feel that kind of emotion? Did she expect my son to call him mother after abandoning him when he was a baby?

  Biting my cheek to keep my temper in check, I tightened my hold around my boy. There was no way I was letting him leave my lap.

  Chapter Eight

  Selene

  I felt blessed. This was my second Christmas in France. My
family had opted to spend Christmas in New York this year because my mom hadn't been able to travel due to her health issues.

  As much as I was worried about Adrien's visit to his mom, the meeting had gone well. He'd been quiet the entire drive home and most of the evening. Later on, when Remington and I tucked him in bed, he'd mentioned how sad Colette had looked, and asked if it was all right to have two mothers. Colette must have made a very good impression on him. Remington, seeming thrown off by the question, had glanced at me for support, I guess. I'd taken Adrien's small hands in mine and told him that he could do whatever made him comfortable. It was his decision and we were here for him whenever he wanted to talk about anything. I'd always be his mother no matter what. The crashing feeling that had sat in my chest the whole day, slowly loosened, releasing the fear and panic.

  He'd always be my baby. Always.

  Now, sitting between my mother-in-law and my daughter, surrounded by my son, Luc, my husband, Christmas eve dinner and laughter, my heart was so full it could burst. The only thing missing was my family and Dom. He had called from Kitzbühel last night to inform us he was snowed in and couldn't make it. He'd join us for New Year's Eve dinner.

  The evening progressed well. Estelle had got in earlier and prepared most of the meal as she had done last year and the previous years as she had always done before Remington and I were together. Honestly, I was relieved. My culinary skills were almost non-existent. Remington had been more than happy to do most of the cooking since I moved in with him and Adrien.

  The highlight of the evening happened when a delivery man rang the door and handed Remington two boxes, the smaller one addressed to Hope Estelle and other larger one with several holes on it, Adrien's name. As soon as the boy tore his box with shaky hands, an excited yelp filled the room. A brown Labrador puppy with brown eyes and a penchant for giving everyone a holy licking fest, hopped out of the box, it's tail wagging. According to Luc, the gift was supposed to be delivered early tomorrow morning. Hope's gift was a huge white teddy bear with soulful brown eyes. We ended up unwrapping our gifts before dinner. Remington and I got Adrien an Xbox, and Hope, a box of colorful blocks. Estelle had given Adrien a toy store gift card. She got Hope a cute little red dress with pearls sewed on the bodice.