Naughty but Nice: A Best Friend's Dad Christmas Romance

by Rye Hart

  We step out of the trees near a lake that was completely hidden from view until now.

  “You’re not going to believe this,” he says. Then he runs towards the water, stripping off his shirt as he goes. Somehow he manages to get his pants off without stopping his stride. He plunges in, diving headfirst, a movement he has obviously done many times before. When he resurfaces he calls me for to join him.

  I can’t get my clothes off fast enough. Although the rain is gone, I’m already anxious about the chill that will settle on my skin as soon as I expose it to the air. I run to the water, not as fast as Hugh, and jump in, bracing myself for the icy shock.

  It doesn’t come. The lake is a thermal hot spring. It is slightly warmer than my usual showers, and I feel my body come to life.

  When I come up for air Hugh is gliding slowly towards me like a sexy shark. I know how he’s feeling. I move away from him, forcing him to wait. He goes low in the water so just his eyes peer out, all the while moving towards me. Suddenly he dives under. He swims against my thigh, grazing it with his fingertips.

  I lower myself into the water so only my head remains above. Hugh resurfaces right in front of me. His eyes are wild and he’s grinning. I like this playful side of him.

  “Don’t get too comfortable,” he says, working his hands under me and lifting me to him. “There are all kinds of dangerous things in this lake.”

  When I wrap my arms and legs around him I find that the water is shallow enough that he has his feet on the soft silt bed of the spring.

  “Oh?” I ask, playing along. “Will you protect me?” I wrap my arms around his neck bringing our faces close together.

  He laughs and looks around. “Darlin, who’s gonna protect you from me?”

  I kiss him deeply. His grip tightens on my ass and he moves his mouth to my neck. My body goes limp in his arms as I feel him harden against me. But I’m also in a playful mood.

  I push off from his chest and swim away laughing. He lunges for me like some sort of sea creature and catches me instantly.

  “You think I’m gonna let you go that easily?”

  He kisses me and pulls my body against his. It’s hard all over and, as always, I want it. I grab his ass as he handles mine. His mouth moves to my ear and he breathes a little into it as he kisses, making my knees go weak. Hugh works his way down my throat, kissing, licking, sucking, and makes his way to my breasts. He caresses me everywhere while lightly sucking on my nipples. I let out a gasp and he stops. When I open my eyes I see him smiling at me.

  “You’re so beautiful like this,” Hugh says, touching my hair.

  I lean in and kiss him hard, wrapping my arms and legs around him. His hands go to my clit and he slowly rubs as I bite his tongue. I pull my mouth from his to focus on what he’s doing to me. When I press my cheek to his I can hear him breathing. I feel his heart beating against my chest. It feels so good that I start to rock against his hand as he readies me. I let out a slight moan into his ear and he pulls my earlobe into his mouth, sucking and lightly biting. I moan more and now he moves back to my nipples, sucking and licking, all while strumming my clit.

  I lean back in the water, my hands holding onto his shoulders, and let this sensation overwhelm me. He grows harder against me as he sucks at my nipples, moving his mouth back to my neck.

  Hugh whispers in my ear, “I have to have you.”

  The feeling is mutual.

  CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: HUGH MADDOX

  I’ve never seen breasts like this. They’re full, yet sit upright. And I love how sensitive she is to even the slightest touch. I work her clit and give her nipple a little tug with my lips. She lets out a whimper and I know she needs more.

  She opens her eyes again and it’s pure desperation. I like teasing her like this. She won’t try swimming away now. I rub a little more just below her clit. She bites her lip and whimpers again, her eyes pleading for more. I slide my finger inside of her and grow harder as she tightens around me. She lets her head fall back and I push deeper, rubbing her clit with my thumb.

  “Oh my god, Hugh,” she whispers.

  Her hands tighten around my shoulders as her nails dig in. I like it, so I reward her with more friction.

  “Please,” she begs. “Please…”

  I return to her nipple, sucking harder. She cries out, desperate for more, desperate for my cock.

  “Baby, please,” she begs. “Please give it to me.”

  She pushes me away and flips her wet hair away to her back. Now I know she means business. It’s like watching an animal attack the way she lunges for my cock. Both of her hands grab it, stroking me hard. I lose my balance a little as Sam pulls and tugs. But I’m not done teasing her. Not yet.

  She takes a deep breath and dives under, wrapping her mouth around me, determined to get it inside of her anyway she can. And she does. I gasp at the sensation. She works me like some sort of aquatic sex toy. Damn, this woman is good.

  She comes up gasping for air and pushes her hair out of her face. She kisses me hard, wrapping her legs around me and rubbing her clit against me. I look into her eyes as she moves up and down, grinding herself against me, desperate for me to fill her void.

  CHAPTER TWENTY THREE : SAM WASHINGTON

  He is ready, pulsing. I reach down and grab it, jerking him off hard. I need him to give it to me. He snarls a little and I know he’s ready to finally give in. He’s inside me within seconds. I let out a cry of relief and pleasure.

  The water makes me weightless and Hugh moves me around however he likes, cupping my ass and sliding me up and down his cock. The warmth of the water and the heat of our bodies make me wonder if the whole lake will start to boil. What a way to go.

  He leans me back and sucks on my nipples, then pulls away to tease them with his tongue. Now that he’s inside of me I can already feel my climax building. It’s almost instant with this man. I dig my nails into his back and he lets out a groan, thrusting into me harder. My body quivers as my breath grows faster. I’ve already come once but now I feel my body beginning to seize up again in that wonderful agitation that can only come from another’s expert touch. A sensation too few people will ever know.

  “Hugh, oh my god, Hugh!”

  He pounds me harder, faster, determined to make me scream.

  I shout his name again as I come, all the while with him ramming me. He doesn’t stop or slow down and I continue to quake, now even harder. My body tightens even more as I let out a primal scream, coming a second time.

  “Yeah, baby,” he praises, “That’s my girl.”

  But Hugh doesn’t slow down. I expect him to come by now too, but he’s still revving hard. I can’t seem to open my eyes and I feel like I could vanish in this very moment. Hugh pounds away, his hands tight on my ass, and even though my eyes are closed, everything becomes extremely bright inside of my head as my body bucks, almost rejecting his cock, almost trying to escape him. I have no control over any of it, not even my scream, as I come a third time.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: HUGH MADDOX

  This woman is unbelievable. I love pushing her to her limits. And this is only the beginning. She quivers atop my cock, her entire body going limp as she catches her breath. She falls against my chest and for a moment I wonder if she’s gone unconscious until I hear her let out a tiny moan. I run my fingers up her spine and she gasps.

  “That looked amazing,” I say to my little rag doll.

  “Mmmm,” she replies, running her hands down my back. “What did you do to me?”

  “We’re not done yet,” I whisper hot and wet into her ear. It sends a chill up her spine yet she relaxes into me even more.

  “I don’t know if I can keep up,” she mumbles.

  Ever so slowly, I begin to move in and out of her again. She lets out another little moan that tells me she can indeed keep up. I cradle her ass in my hands, fucking her ever so gently as her grip on me tightens. She works her hands into my hair and begins kissing my ear. When I feel her tongue sl
ip into my ear I know she’s ready for more. And I give it to her.

  Sam throws her head back and moans. She looks so good — beyond belief. I don’t know how much more I can take. It feels as though I’ll never be able to get enough of her. And based on her multiple orgasms, I think the feeling might be mutual.

  With my hands on her ass, I go deeper, and harder into her. I could let myself go easily and finish now. But she’s tightening around me in a way that suggests she could go again.

  And I want to give it to her.

  I whisper into her ear, “Come for me, baby.”

  She whimpers, her body making all of the decisions for her.

  I slip just the tip of my pinky into her ass and she tightens around all of me, letting out a gasp. I continue moving in and out of her as her body gives in. I slide just a little more of my finger into her and she lets out an entirely new moan.

  “Yesss,” she hisses into my ear. “Yesssss…”

  This woman is a masterpiece. She gasps and quivers and I know it’s coming. I get so aroused by her groaning that I’m dying for release. She cries out for more and I put my finger all the way inside of her. And that’s all it took.

  Sam bucks wildly, climaxing for the fourth time. And now it’s my turn too.

  I give it all to her, our screams mingling throughout the forest as we come together.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: SAM WASHINGTON

  I’m not sure how long we are there in the water, enmeshed, giving ourselves to each other, healing our pasts. But when we finish it feels almost like a post-coital resurrection. Hugh wraps his arms around me and squeezes me so tightly that any more would be uncomfortable.

  But it’s perfect.

  “You’re perfect,” I say, raising my head to look into his eyes.

  “We’re perfect,” he replies, kissing me gently and sighing. “But I have some bad news.”

  “Great. Okay, give it to me.”

  “It’s much colder getting out than it was getting in.”

  “Then let’s stay a little longer.” As I lay my head against his chest.

  “So, what did you mean about there being no going back.”

  “I knew that I was about to cross a line. You have such a strong hold on me — I never want to let you go.” Hugh reaches for my chin, pulling my head up to meet his gaze. “You’d have to cross a line of your own. Be with me, or go. Whatever you choose, I’d love you.”

  “It doesn’t feel like I have a choice,” I say.

  It was the best feeling in the world. It felt like all the stars were aligned this very moment. There was no way not to love Hugh Maddox.

  CHAPTER TWENTY SIX : HUGH MADDOX

  We spend the next two days jumping each other’s bones every chance we get while preparing for the move.

  Yep, that’s right. I’ve decided to go back to New York. When we got back from the hot springs I kind of lost it for a couple of hours in a flurry of activity. First of all, I shaved. Then I drove into town where I had cell service and called my agent. He could not believe it was me. We hadn’t spoken in years.

  I told him I was coming home and it was time for him to find a new fight for me.

  Not surprisingly, given that this would be the biggest comeback story in mixed martial arts history, he was overjoyed.

  Sam loves the idea even more than he does. She knows I have all the money we’ll ever need, but she’s a city girl. I know she would stay out here if I asked, but I’m not going to ask. She has awakened something in me and I’ve got the urge to go back and take what’s mine. I never lost that title, I just gave it up.

  Oh, and she’s going to write it up as the climax of the whole story. This might be a career maker for her.

  She says her place is big enough for us both, but we can look for somewhere new if we want. I honestly don’t care about any of that shit. I’m just happy that I get to be with her.

  Someone said once that if the people you love love you back, then you’re a success. That made sense to me then, and it makes way more sense to me now.

  There really wasn’t too much to do to get out of the cabin. I was going to hold onto it, and leaving didn’t mean much more than locking the doors and driving away, which is exactly what we did.

  Now we’re on an airplane headed back to New York.

  “Everyone knows who you are,” says Sam. “You should have shaved that beard ages ago.”

  “Why? For the deer?”

  She’s right, though. I’ve been away, but I might still be the most recognizable fighter in the world. But the attention I’m getting—most of it meant to be subtle, most of it actually turning out to be anything but subtle, particularly from women—feels weird now. I’m not used to it anymore and in all honesty my cup is full with Sam, and knowing that she’s all mine.

  “Oh my God, I love the way women are looking at you,” she says when we hit cruising altitude.

  “What? Why?”

  She squeezes my arm and leans her head on my shoulder. “Because I know they can’t have you and I’ve got you all to myself. Is that bitchy of me?”

  “Yes. You’re absolutely awful. Never change, little monster.”

  That night we crash at her place, exhausted, but not too exhausted for thirty minutes in the shower and another hour in her bed, which is just a little too small for me. I worried that the noises of the city might bug me after my years of solitude, but they’re surprisingly comforting. I needed to leave for a while, but it looks like I didn’t need to leave for good.

  I feel like I’m home - in my town and with Sam.

  They are both my home now.

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: SAM WASHINGTON

  The week we get back is a blur. Hugh spends a lot of time meeting with the upper brass at fighting headquarters and setting up a new training camp. He says he only needs about fourteen weeks to get through a full fighting camp. Apparently they’re going to let him challenge for the title right away.

  I can’t wait to see him back on top. I almost forget about my own job. Trinity is absolutely bonkers for this story. She’s wants me to write it all long form, from the first meeting we had about it, to searching for the missing fighter, to finding him, to the sex, to the falling in love, to the return to New York and the road to the title fight.

  If you ask me, The Inner Eye has already made too much of a mark on the world, and I’m no longer so concerned about pleasing my boss. I reject the idea of a full story that reveals the one on one moments I had with Hugh; instead I tell Trinity I will only write it if our private moments are left out. I was still holding my end of the bargain and I wanted to keep those beautiful memories between Hugh and I just that – between us. Trinity has no choice but to accept my ultimatum because Hugh won’t allow anyone to write his story but the person who knows him the most - me.

  After the first week, things settle down a little. I take some time off from the office to write from home. Hugh puts in two training sessions a day at the gym and is otherwise at home. Sometimes we cuddle. Sometimes we treat each other’s bodies like jungle gyms. Sometimes we sit and work in companionable silence and it all feels perfect.

  One night he says he’s got a big surprise for me. “Dress up, kiddo,” he says. “I’ve got something that’s going to blow your mind.”

  I put on my nicest dress—one of the perks of having Hugh around is that I have someone to model for, and now. I don’t even have a guess as to what the big surprise might be.

  The reality turns out to be far more surprising than anything I could have imagined, however. We take a cab to an address that sounds like nothing to me. When we get out, Hugh gestures at an ugly warehouse and says, “Voilà!”

  There’s a sign out front that says “Coin Convention. Numismatists only.”

  I start laughing so hard I almost fall out of my high heels. “Stay upright,” he says. “If you mess up that dress you’re going to miss the chance to blow these guys’ minds.”

  I don’t know what he’s up to. I don
’t even care. Every moment with him is surprising, and I know how rare that is.

  CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT: HUGH MADDOX

  Earlier that morning, I couldn’t believe it when I saw an advert for the coin convention outside the gym. It was on one of those terrible circular pamphlets, tacked to a telephone pole next to ads for missing cats and vegan meetups.

  My only plan tonight is to make her laugh, and that’s already going swimmingly. But I don’t want to make anyone feel stupid, so when we step onto the coin expo floor, I do my best to look respectful. We all need our obsessions. We all need something to keep us off the streets. These guys … need coins.

  Then Sam grabs my arm and hisses. “Oh my God! That’s Owen!”

  It’s too perfect.

  “Where?” I say.

  “He’s over in the corner at the table with the blue awning. Look! Not so fast! Be subtle!”

  Being subtle isn’t working. Even in this crowd, it’s obvious that everyone knows who I am. My face is plastered all over building-sized billboards all over the city. The upcoming fight is getting even more press that my agent had predicted. It’s going to be huge.

  Sam takes my arm and starts walking towards Owen’s table. He looks like a smart guy. A little rumpled. A little…little. Definitely smooth-handed, callus free, and probably decent, but I can’t forget that this guy made Sam question her worth and run all the way out to Washington to get away from her thoughts. Still, that led her to meeting me, so I owed him in that respect, I guess.

  Sam surprises me when she strides right up to him. “Owen!” she says, putting a little snarl in her voice.

  He looks up quickly.

  “Sam, what are you doing here?”

  I stop walking and observe. I don’t like the tone this dweeb is taking.

  “I just, um,” Sam stammers.

  “We’re not getting back together. You need to give me my space. That was always your problem.” Owen continues, “Well, one of your problems. Honestly, I don’t know where to begin…”