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

by Anthology

  I laughed and hugged her. "It’s been such a long time!"

  Spencer pulled back and held my shoulder, a full smile on her face. "I’m so glad you two got your shit together." Spencer looked at Peyton. "I can’t believe you got engaged to Devon."

  "Okay, Spencer, that’s enough." Peyton grasped my hand and led us out of the kitchen. Mary Ann and William stood in the living room; they each had a drink in their hands and smiles on their faces. I had seen his parents at his engagement party but never had been introduced.

  Peyton approached and his hand rested on the lower part of my back as he introduced me. "Mom, Dad, this is Braelynn."

  "It’s a pleasure to meet you." I extended my hands to Peyton’s mother. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun at the nape of her neck making her look stern.

  "The pleasure is all ours." She leaned in and kissed my cheek.

  William who short and balding held my hand sternly and patted Peyton’s shoulder. "Try not to screw this one up."

  Peyton chuckled tensely, the sound of his laughter obviously fake. I still couldn’t understand his relationship with his father. I’d lost both of my parents at a young age, so having anyone to love me unconditionally didn’t seem like a problem in my eyes, regardless the issue.

  "Shall we eat?" his mother asked.

  Peyton looked around the house. "Where is everyone?"

  His father handed him a glass of scotch. "Your mother canceled our traditional party."

  "I wanted it to be just us with our children." She pulled back the dining room double doors. The dining table had been decorated with a beautiful fall tablescape. Pumpkins and low tea candles were set as the centerpiece. Pinecones held the napkins together.

  I tugged on Peyton’s hand, motioning for him to bring his head close to mine. "They are trying. Don’t be so mean."

  Peyton shook his head, continuing to walk behind his family. This wasn’t a party.

  Dinner conversation was pleasant, and the food was delicious, but I noticed that Peyton’s drinking grew as the time passed, and he didn’t touch any dinner. When Margaret served coffee, William changed the conversation to work, adding to Peyton’s sour mood. When his father suggested Peyton give up his firm and go work for the family business, he slammed his glass on the table.

  "I’m not giving up my firm to run your business."

  I rested my hand on his thighs. Peyton was a man with a lot of pride.

  "I created that business for my children," William said loudly.

  "Then why are you waiting for me? I’m not your son," Peyton snarled.

  "Peyton!" his mother gasped.

  Spencer and Taylor who joined us right before we walked into the dinning lowered their heads, waiting for their father to retaliate. "You listen to me, son—"

  "You only want me to join the business because you want to show to the board that you have well-behaved children who want to follow in your footsteps. But we all know I’m just a bastard child you felt bad for and took in."

  I looked over at him. "I think that’s enough."

  "You’re right." Peyton stood and slammed his hands on the table. "Let’s go." He stalked out of the dining room before I could respond.

  I looked back at Mary Ann and gave her a sad smile. "I’m sorry." I stalked out behind Peyton. He was putting his coat on. "Give me your keys."

  "No," he slurred.

  "You’ve been drinking. Give me your keys." I held out my hand for him.

  Scoffing, he reached inside his jacket. And pulled back the door. I threw my coat on and rushed behind him. "What’s the matter with you?" I shouted. "That was a nice dinner until you started with your father."

  "It’s him!"

  "Peyton, you can’t blame your father for wanting to give you the business."

  His anger showed in his rapid breathing, a cloud of steam forming around his face. "He doesn’t want to give me a business. He wants to make sure I don’t turn out like Drew." He ran his hands through his hair.

  "Peyton," I spoke softly, "you can’t accuse your father of those things. You have so much hatred towards him, but you refuse to talk."

  He lowered his head and rested it on my forehead. "My father asked me to help Drew when Natasha filed the lawsuit. If my father hadn’t asked me, you wouldn’t have been on Drew’s radar."

  My hand cupped his cheek. "Peyton, you have to let go of Drew. I’m safe now. I’m with you. Blaming your father or yourself is only going to cause you more pain."

  He turned his face tome and kissed the palm of my hand. "Can we go?"

  "Yes."

  His sad eyes hurt my heart.

  My memory was pushed to the side when I felt the cool breeze from the shower door being opened.

  "I can’t stop thinking about you in here—alone and wet." His gaze scanned my bare body and I saw want and desire in them.

  "I thought you said no sex for a week?" I crossed my arms at my chest.

  "I lied. You know how fucking hard you make me." He stalked towards me, his hand stroking his erection.

  My face warmed and my core ached with desire. I couldn’t deny him. Even if we were late, it would be worth every second.

  Chapter Three

  Braelynn

  His hand pulled my chin, and his lips came down to mine. The second my mouth opened for him, I looped my arms around his neck and he placed his hands under my thighs, bracing me and wrapping my legs around him. My hands entwined in his hair as his tongue invaded my mouth.

  Peyton situated himself at my opening and I slid down his thick length. He moved us under the cascading showerhead as he lifted me up and down, driving deeper into me. He fucked me until I was on the brink of a powerful orgasm. Slowing down, he moved us to the built-in marble shower bench and sat down. He wanted to prolong our time and I lavished every second of it.

  I placed my knees beside him as I continued to move, bringing him deeper inside of me. Peyton’s hands found my nipples as I arched my back and moaned his name. Riding him, I slammed hard until I found my climax. He held on to my hips and drove into me while my body convulsed. When my body finally stopped shaking, he kissed my neck and lifted me off of him. My knees buckled when my feet hit the ground.

  "Turn around I want to take you from behind."

  He moved us so my hands were resting on the bench. Peyton caressed my behind as he stood behind him. His strong hands slid up my body as he positioned himself behind me. His hands tugged on my hair and he sunk deep in me. His bare skin slapped against my ass as he picked up speed, and my core clenched as another wave of pure pleasure coursed through my body.

  "Fuck." I whimpered. His grunts intensified my want for him, and I had to fight the overwhelming urge to ask him to spank me. "Oh God … Right there, Peyton." My pulse raced one last time and I was done.

  Peyton moaned, slamming deep inside me until he found his own release. When we both could move again, he helped me stand and kissed my lips.

  "I’ll let you finish your shower." He winked and stepped out of the show.

  I shook my head, that man knew what he did to my body. Grinning, I forced myself to finish my shower, but what I really wanted to do was curl up for a nap.

  * * *

  I had spent most of the day tidying up our home and packing for our trip. I was in our room getting ready, applying a bit more blush to my cheeks, when Peyton appeared behind me. "You look beautiful," he whispered in my ear.

  The desire I saw in his eyes when his gaze scanned my body confirmed I’d picked the perfect dress for the occasion. Unlike Thanksgiving, Mary Ann had said this was a cocktail party, so I’d dressed in a charcoal satin dress with a pair of sparkling Miu Miu shoes. My hair was curled and pinned to the side, and I’d colored my lips a dark red.

  I leaned into Peyton and smiled. "Thank you," I spoke softly. He had dressed in a black suit with a black dress shirt, and I noticed his tie matched my dress perfectly.

  "I got you these." Peyton kissed my cheek again as he held up a small
Tiffany's box.

  I dropped my lipstick into my matching clutch. "I thought we said no gifts?" We’d agree that our trip was the only thing we were getting each other for Christmas. It had been my idea. When I began my Christmas shopping, I couldn’t figure out what to get the man who had everything, so a vacation just the two of us seemed to be the best thing to get him.

  Peyton pressed his lips on my neck; his gaze was glued to mine. "I like to shower you with my love whether it's with diamonds or sex."

  I shook my head and opened the box. Sparkling drop earrings greeted my eyes. "Oh my god." I took one out of the box and began to place it in my ear. "Peyton, they’re beautiful."

  His gaze burned into me.

  Hunger.

  Need.

  Desire.

  Pressing his hard cock to my back, he spoke softly. "No, doll, you're beautiful." He pressed feather-light kisses down my neck.

  "Haas," I whispered, he was Haas when he made my body warm with need. He sparked a fire deep inside of me. He was my weakness; the best high I could get.

  "I'll be quick, Lynn." He bit into my neck, his hands running up my body, his fingers tugging at the zipper of my dress.

  "No!" I swatted his hands and quickly put the other earring on. I knew he was trying to trick me with sex so we wouldn’t go to his parents’ home. "We're going to be late."

  "Lynn." He pulled my body flush to his.

  I turned to face him. "Peyton Haas, you're not going to trick me with your dick." I pressed my finger to his chest.

  His lips claimed mine until I was panting and desperate for air. His kiss was hunger and demanding. It took everything I had to not to let him have me right then and there. "I wasn't going to trick you with my dick. I'd planned to trick you with multiple orgasms." He winked and pulled away.

  "Come on before I change my mind." I yanked my clutch from the dresser and walked out of our bedroom.

  Thomas held the car door opened for us. I scooted inside of the limo, tugging at the hem of my dress. The second the limo door closed, Haas looked at me with the same devilish eyes as before. "I thought I enjoyed riding elevators with you, but limos seem to be more appropriate since it was the first time I go to taste that sweet cunt." He reached between my legs.

  "What are you doing? Thomas is in the front," I whispered.

  Peyton reached for the stereo and twisted the knob until the song was loud. "He won’t be able to hear a thing now." He continued to push his hands under my skirt.

  My eyes closed for a brief second. His fingers were rough, and though we had made love multiple times in the past few nights, Peyton had been tender and loving. I missed Haas, the man who made my body weak. My Dom. But we were in a car on the way to see his parents. I couldn’t arrive with dismantled hair and smudged makeup.

  "Haas…"

  "Shh." He moved to the ground. "Just a taste, doll."

  My toes curled inside my shoes with anticipation.

  "No." I framed his face and pulled him up. "I can’t walk into your mothers’ home with sex written all over my face."

  Peyton chuckled and sat back. "Technically, I would be the one that have sex all over my face." I slapped his arms. He leaned over and kissed me. "But remember, doll, that’s twice you’ve said no."

  Coiling my hands with his, I looked out the window as Thomas led us out of Manhattan and towards the McAlister’s Newport home.

  Chapter Four

  Braelynn

  Mary Ann had gone over the top with Christmas decorations, making my own decorations seem minuscule. The house had been transformed into a winter wonderland with white lights twinkling from the windows and large Christmas wreaths centered on the front door. Each window had a smaller wreath, and all of the bushes held thousands of lights shining bright.

  The inside of the house had been transformed as well. All of the furniture had been removed and high cocktail tables were scattered around each room. There were three bars, one in each room, and a staff of waiters who carried out small plates of food for the guests. There was a larger Christmas tree in the main living room, and each room was decorated with a different Christmas them, including the nutcracker and Santa’s workshop

  Peyton stopped at the foyer and pointed up to the mistletoe toe. I bit my lower lip and lifted on my toes as he took me in his arm and dipped me. His kiss was loving, but I couldn’t help blushing when the guests began to holler.

  Peyton stood and greeted Taylor, who had brought Melissa as his date. Taylor still had much growing up to do, but Melissa had put her foot down and demanded that he take her seriously.

  Nervously, I brushed a loose tendril behind my ear and walked over to greet Mary Ann. After I greeted her hello and had a small chat with Melissa, Peyton led me through the house. He introduced me to a couple of family friends and I smiled politely, joining in the conversation. Peyton was in a deep conversation about the stock market when Spencer approached me with wide, frightened eyes.

  "Can I see you for a second?" She asked.

  I looked over at Peyton and held up my finger, indicating that I would be right back. I followed Spencer towards the back of the house and out of the garage. "Where are we going?" I asked.

  "I need to show you something." She began to climb up the back staircase and into her bedroom. Spencer was a director of a PR company in California, and it always amazed me how organized she could be in business when her personal housekeeping skills were always a mess. Her computer was open on her bed, her suitcase was open on the chair and her makeup was scattered on her dresser.

  "You’re freaking me out," I said, my heels clicking against the wooden floor.

  "This just popped in my email. I’d figured I show you first." Spencer said. She twirled the computer over to me. There was a picture of Jon, Gus’s husband, in the arms of Shawn. "Shawn is my client. I’m working on doing damage control, but I think the tabloids are going to have a field day with this. I don’t know if you want to give Gus the heads up."

  Oh dear God. Gus was one of my best friends who had married Jon earlier this year.

  Jon was cheating on Gus. My hand covered my mouth as I looked at the pictures again. Jon and Shawn were captured on the beach in Mexico getting very close and personal.

  "Crap! Gus is on his way to see Jon in Mexico. He’s probably already on the plane "I reached inside my clutch and pulled out my cell phone. Jon was in Mexico doing a jean campaign and I knew Gus was on his way to surprise him. I found his name on the contact list and hit the send button—his voicemail immediately picked up. "Gus, it’s me. Can you call me as soon as you get this? It’s urgent. "I sighed and tossed my phone in my purse.

  "I’m sorry," Spencer murmured.

  "It’s not your fault. Thank you for telling me." I sighed again. "I should get back to your brother."

  "I’ll keep an out eye out on this scandal." Spencer gave me a kind smile. "I’ll be down soon."

  I left Spencer’s bedroom and went to find Peyton. There was nothing I could do to help Gus. He was on a plane to Cozumel and by the time he landed the world would know that Jon was having an affair. I could only pray that Gus would walk away from this unscathed.

  From across the room, I watched Peyton slowly sip his drink, his fingers twirling around the crystal glass. His gaze was on the chestnuts that were roasting over the open fire. He looked delectable. His chin hard and chiseled, and his hair long and pushed to the side by his hands. I pushed my worry of Gus and focused on my hot man. He loved me and wanted to devour me. My body grew warm with the need to be with him.

  "You seem down." I whispered to Peyton. My hand ran across his chest.

  "It’s nothing." He brushed off the conversation and took another swig on his scotch.

  Feeling a bit daring and needing to please Peyton to put him in a better mood, I lifted on my toes. "Give me a tour of you room."

  Peyton placed his glass on the table a devious grin appearing on his face. "We’re at a party," he murmured under his breath.

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sp; "Yes, but I want to play, Haas." I lifted on the tip of my toes and gently placed my lips on his. Knowing most of the people around us were oblivious to their surroundings thanks to the copious amount of alcohol being consumed, I cupped his crotch. "Let’s play."

  Peyton downed his drink and led me out of the great room. Our bodies dodged quickly around the other guests as we made our way through the house, Spencer winking at me as we passed. We could hear the chatter and the music playing from the people below as he led me up the main stairs and toward the back of the house. My core began to ache with need. I had denied him twice and I couldn’t wait another second.

  Peyton kicked a room door opened and tugged me inside. "Is this your room?" I asked as he flicked the light switch. The room looked like it was taken out of hotel magazine with its white walls, dark wooden furniture, and white duvet comforter that dressed the large queen-sized bed in the middle of the room.

  "At one point it was." He began to move towards me. "It’s now a guest room."

  "Have you had many girls in here?" I questioned, my body spinning around to see the rest of the room.

  "No," he said sternly as he approached my side. "Turn around" he ordered.

  Biting my lower lip, I gladly obeyed. Haas stood tall behind me. "You want to play, Lynn?" His breath came out in spurts as his hands tickled up my arms, and his low voice caused the goose bumps to rise on my skin.

  "Yes, Haas, I want to play. I want you to spank me right here in your room. I want you to make me scream your name." I pushed my ass on his cock. "I want everyone downstairs to know what we’re doing up here."

  Haas growled, his teeth biting my neck as he lowered the zipper of my dress. My dress fell to the floor and I felt the heat coming off my body. "You’re going to leave the shoes on," he said, kissing a trail down my back. Haas unclasped my bra and reached around to cup my swollen breasts. His fingers played with my pebbled nipples, tugging hard. I leaned my head on his shoulder and whimpered from the pleasant pain.