Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree: A Red Velvet Christmas Novel

by K E Osborn

  “You really are exquisite.”

  His words shock me and I part my lips letting out a small breath. His mouth moves back to mine and his teeth draw in my bottom lip biting it softly, I moan in response. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I don’t want to spend any time working myself up tonight, I’m already panting with need for him. As if to read my mind Brax grinds his erection against my pussy and we both groan into our kiss. My hands run along his back and grip into his shoulder blades as his tongue dances with mine.

  “Brax, I need you,” I murmur against his lips and he pulls back and looks in my eyes raising his eyebrow.

  “Do you need me to work you—”

  “No, I just need you, all of you…please. I’m ready,” I say and run my hand through his hair and pull his lips back to mine.

  He chuckles slightly and moves his hips to position himself at my opening. We’re both so ready for this. Our hot skin burning against each other is only setting an insatiable fire inside of me. My legs wrapping around his waist pulls him to the right spot and his tip slides to my entrance. I gasp at the feeling and tilt my hips up higher easing him in slightly further. He groans and can’t contain himself as he pushes inside me, fully burying himself to the hilt. We both moan as our mouths move together along with our bodies. The friction as he slides in and out of me is like a heaven on earth. He thrusts inside me as his hand comes down to my face to caress it tenderly. Opening my eyes, I look at him, his eyes open and focused on me. A spark, a bright, luminous spark shoots through me and straight into him. It’s like a bolt of lightning that ignites us both and sends our lust into overdrive.

  Feeling this intense connection with him sends me to a place I’ve never been before. Sure with Aston I felt the love, but the pull to him wasn’t as powerful as I feel with Brax. I never thought this magnetism could exist, and yet here it’s right in front of me, with a guy I’ve known most of my life but who I’ve only truly known for a few weeks. The pull is intense and though it’s not love, it’s something powerful. And as I stare in his eyes, they glisten and gleam staring back, the way they sparkle and shine with such intense luminosity, tells me that he’s feeling it just as powerfully.

  He thrusts again and moves his hand into mine intertwining our fingers. Running my hand up alongside my head he rests our joined hands on the mattress and I clench onto his hand tight as we continue to move together in a blissful harmony. His lips trail feather light kisses along my jaw as he breaks eye contact with me and I close my eyes relishing in the connection. Our bodies slide together and I love the ache developing inside me. The heat building up on my skin, the tension expanding through my abdomen, the satisfaction pounding through my chest, all of it is overwhelming and leading me to a beautiful building sensation. Beads of sweat form on my sizzling hot skin and as he moves in me, the heat inside ignites even more. I moan as his lips come back to mine. Kissing him passionately I move my hips in time with his, back and forth in a steady rhythm sending an intoxicating pleasure through me. The heat is building to boiling point, my back begins to arch off the mattress delving my body into his further. My breath is coming fast and strong as I pant hot breaths against his mouth. He continues to kiss me working through my pleasure as my skin prickles with goose bumps and my muscles begin to tremble with pleasure like they can’t contain their excitement. My head starts to fog and through the wave of ecstasy I’m feeling lightheaded, as the heat washes over me again building up all over my skin. My body clenches tight and my nails dig into Brax’s shoulder blades making him groan. With another thrust, my walls collapse around me and splinter into tiny fragments shattering all over the floor, taking my climax with them. I moan out his name as my orgasm rolls over me, sending breathtaking pleasure right through my body. Brax continues to move inside me as I relax my body down to the mattress and try to keep up with him through my foggy afterglow. He’s panting and his head is buried in my neck as his teeth glide along my sensitive skin. Trying to maintain my composure and not flake out on him completely, I move my hips in time with his and he pushes in deeper. A jolt runs through my body awakening me again. I pant opening my eyes wondering how that’s even possible. As he continues to move inside me, my body is tensing and building to another climax. My muscles still ache from the last one, but I welcome the new wave of pleasure as it begins to roll through me.

  “Amber, I’m close,” he murmurs and I want to get him there with me, so I move in time with him putting in as much enthusiasm as I can. My nails dig into his back again as the heat builds in me once more, but quickly this time. I pant as my body begins to tremble all over. He’s moaning and tensing like he’s right on the edge and as he calls out my name thrusting into me deeply, the barrier breaks and we both moan as fireworks explode for us both at the same time. He unloads inside of me as I tense around his cock wringing him out through my climax. Our mouths collide together drawing out the last of our pleasure as we kiss, bringing each other down from our miraculous high. He takes his lips from me and rests his forehead against mine as we both pant frantically. Feeling his hot skin against mine is only making this a more exciting experience.

  “You’re incredible, Amber,” he whispers then gently kisses my lips.

  I smile and bring my hand up to caress his cheek. “Right back at ya,” I say and he chuckles and slowly pulls out of me. He rolls onto his back and I move into his side straight away right into the nook where I belong. His hand runs up along my skin gently stroking sending goose bumps blistering up my arm.

  “We’re getting so damn good at that,” he says leaning in kissing my hair.

  Giggling, I nod my head against his chest as my finger runs circles around his nipple. “I know. I wish we could stay locked in here forever,” I admit and he chuckles, the sudden rise and fall of his chest is making my head bob up and down.

  “Just you, me, and Charli, hey?” he asks running his finger along my cheek and the thought of running away with Brax and leaving everything behind is suddenly very appealing. But I wouldn’t do that. I couldn’t take Charli from Mase, that’s not fair, and I couldn’t not see Hunter all the time. He’s my twin and we have a bond. As much as Brax is under my skin, I can’t leave everything behind as tempting as it is.

  “Wouldn’t that be nice,” I say and he squeezes me to him.

  “Mmm,” he murmurs as his lips kiss my head again.

  I cuddle into his side getting as comfortable as I can, I know this won’t last long so I’ll take what I can get while I can get it before he does his disappearing act for the night. His gentle strokes on my arm and the peaceful silence washing over the room is making my eyes heavy. Yawning as I slowly close my eyes just to rest them and bask in the afterglow.

  I’m jolted awake by my body moving forcefully as a groan echoes through the room. I’m disorientated slightly as I wake up and try to take in what’s happening around me. I’m knocked again as Brax thrashes his body around and his hands flail about above him. I sit up watching as he’s clearly asleep but having a nightmare about something horrible. He groans loudly as his body stiffens, the muscles in his neck go so tense and I’m worried they might snap if he doesn’t wake up. He’s sweating profusely and shaking. He groans again then yells something incoherently. His back arches off the bed as his body contorts twisting and writhing like he’s in immense pain. I sit back on my knees and gasp rushing my hand to my mouth watching Brax’s body turn bright red as a stream of sweat beads drip down his crimson body. The noises he’s making are intense, and I start to wonder if he’s having some sort of stroke or something?

  “Brax,” I call out not wanting to touch him as he writhes around, his face contorting and tightening like he’s in extreme pain.

  Hot tears pool in my eyes watching him, feeling helpless that I have no idea what’s happening.

  “Brax, wake up,” I say and grab his shoulder and push him forcefully. His body contorts again and I gasp letting him go in case I’m causing him pain. Tears fall down my cheeks as my heart race
s so fast it’s pounding practically out of my chest.

  “Brax,” I yell this time trying to break through the noises and moans coming from him. It shocks me when he opens his eyes and sits bolt upright panting and breathing hard. I watch him as his eyes come into focus as he looks around the room while I hold myself in shock at his sudden change.

  His face is contorted and his eyes are glassy as he looks around the room taking in his setting and then he turns suddenly looking at me and winces.

  “Shit, I fell asleep,” he murmurs running his hand through his hair.

  I swallow hard and move my hand out to touch his shoulder. He flinches at my touch and his skin is damp and flaming hot. “Are you okay?” I stammer.

  He looks at me, his eyes running over every inch of me. “Are you okay?” he asks running his hands over my arms and up my neck like he’s checking for something.

  “I’m fine, just worried about you. Do you know what was happening to you?” I ask and he exhales and stands up from the bed pacing the floor and rubbing the back of his neck.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asks pain ripping through his voice.

  “What? Brax, no. But what was that?” I ask and his body slumps like he’s relieved and he exhales turning to face me.

  “I’m sorry you saw what you did. I’m just glad I woke before…” he stops and looks past me, his eyes glazing over and his jaw clenched tight.

  “Before what Brax?” I ask and he shakes his head and picks up his briefs starting to get dressed.

  I furrow my brows and watch as he hurries to pull his clothes on. “Why are you getting dressed?” I ask and he looks at me like I’m being ridiculous.

  “I can’t stay here. I can’t believe I fell asleep, anything could have happened. I could have…” he stops again and he exhales abruptly as his eyes begin to water.

  I stand up from the bed and pull him to me. “Brax, what was that? What could you have done? Talk to me, please?” I beg and he shakes his head running his hand through his hair and pulls me off him and bends down to put his shoes on.

  “I have to go. I’m such an idiot,” he says and then straightens up and walks toward the door, his heavy footsteps pound to the beat of my heart.

  “Brax!...Alex, talk to me,” I ask and he shakes his head and without looking back, he walks out the hotel door, the door banging so loudly it makes me physically jump.

  My eyes flood with tears. I can’t believe he just left me with so many unanswered questions. I don’t understand what that was. It could possibly have been a nightmare, but I don’t know that they make you contort like that. I can’t help but wonder if this happens to him every night and how often per night. Maybe this is the reason he never wants to sleep over with me because he’s scared of me seeing him like that. I understand why, it was as scary as hell to witness, but I just wish he would have talked to me about whatever that was.

  I walk back over to the bed and look down at the tousled bed sheets where we laid naked together mere moments before. We finally fell asleep together and it ended like this? I wipe the stray tear that falls from my eye and sniff as I climb into bed. I curl into a ball and cry into the pillow wondering what’s wrong with Brax and why he couldn’t stay to talk to me about his problem. I’ll have to make sure to discuss this with him tomorrow. And with that thought I close my eyes pushing out some more tears and trying to rid the imagery of Brax’s contorting body from my mind.

  I’m on the bus getting ready to depart for the airport, we’re flying to Belfast and picking up another tour bus over there. Hunter has arranged it all, he’s such a great organizer, that’s why we have him as our manager. The guys are all laughing and joking around as usual as I sit on the bus with Charli on my lap with an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Brax is running late and is the only one not on the bus. I hope he’s okay and nothing has gone wrong. I can’t help but let my mind wander to all the things that could have happened when he left my room last night. Grabbing my mobile from my pocket, I go to message him to see if he’s okay when he suddenly runs on the bus. My heart skips a beat seeing him and relief washes over me as my shoulders slump in satisfaction. My lips turn up as my skin begins to prickle in goose bumps while he strides toward me. His face is tight, his eyebrows pinched together and his eyes staring straight ahead. I bite my bottom lip wondering why he looks so intense. The blackness under his eyes and the slight slouch in his stature also show me how tired he is. I don’t think he’s slept very well, if at all.

  I cuddle into Charli watching Brax walk toward me. I go to give him a morning salutation, expecting him to slide into the seat next to me, but he keeps walking past without looking at me at all. His posture stiff and his focus is on the end of the bus. It’s like I’ve been hit full on by a speeding bus not simply just sitting on one. I let out a small gasp as he takes a seat in the rear back corner away from everyone. He obviously wants to be alone, so as much as I want to find out what’s troubling him, I let it go as I look down at Charli and cuddle into her giving her all of my attention.

  On the plane, I’m seated next to Jayce and I know how little tolerance he has for Charli. I look back to see Brax sitting next to Cooper and I really want to find a way to get Brax to come up here or for me to go and sit with him. Charli giggles to herself and Jayce turns up his nose. I smirk knowing his patience level for children and come up with my plan.

  “Hey Jayce, I think Charli is feeling a little unwell she might even puke. Do you think you could watch her while I go to the bathroom real quick?”

  His body stiffens as his eyes widen and his head jerks back while he looks at Charli like she’s diseased. He shuffles out of the seat and stands up abruptly, his breathing is rushed. He looks back to where Cooper is sitting with Brax and shakes his head.

  “Fuck this,” he says and rushes down the aisle toward Brax and Cooper. I watch an animated Jayce talk with his hands waving in the air and then all eyes are suddenly facing toward me. Cooper shakes his head adamantly as Brax looks down the aisle. I swallow hard and half smile at Brax, who exhales as Jayce clips him on the shoulder looking like he’s begging him for something. Brax stands up knocking Jayce’s shoulder as he walks past him toward me.

  Yes! I can’t believe that worked.

  I face forward trying to hide my smirk as I cuddle into Charli. Hearing the heavy footsteps pause before I turn to look I feel his presence and smell his cologne wafting over me. I slowly turn my head and lock eyes with Brax, who’s looking down at me with a frown. I tense up and huff as he moves in to sit down. He exhales and turns away and it’s like a bullet straight to my heart. I decide to not let this go on. Grabbing his hand on his knee and interlacing our fingers his shoulders slump like the weight of the world is hanging off them.

  “Is Charli okay?” he asks still not looking at me.

  “She’s fine, not even sick I just wanted to get you down here. Why are you avoiding me?” I question my voice breaking into barely a whisper.

  He turns to face me, his eyes are drooping and he looks lost. “I’m not,” he says and I let out a small laugh and shake my head.

  “Right, and I’m a nun. Brax, tell me what’s going on,” I say and he licks his lips and exhales.

  “I’m sorry.”

  I tighten my hand in his. “What for?” I ask furrowing my brows in confusion.

  “For last night. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep. I was just so comfortable and relaxed, I let my guard down. It won’t happen again,” he says and I chew on my lip and exhale.

  “I don’t really understand what happened,” I admit and he exhales and looks away from me.

  “It’s a left over from the war,” he says, but doesn’t elaborate.

  “Your demons?”

  He looks at me and nods. “Yeah, they haunt me at night. They make me do things, things that I can’t control. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

  I smile and shake my head. “I wasn’t scared for me, I was scared more for you.”

  “You should be scared
for you.”

  I tense up slightly. “Why?”

  He goes quiet and his jaw tenses looking at me in all seriousness. “I just want you to be safe…so no more sleepovers.”

  I furrow my eyebrows. “So, I’ll never sleep in the same bed as you?” I ask and he looks at me intensely.

  “That’s impossible, Amber. So don’t even think that it’s a possibility, okay?”

  It’s just nightmares. It’s not that bad, is it?

  “Are you embarrassed?”

  He huffs and shakes his head. “Yes…and no. I don’t ever want you to see me like you did last night. But I also don’t want you in danger, that’s the most important thing.”

  I furrow my brows in confusion. “In danger? How would I be in danger?”

  He shakes his head running his hand through his hair and he looks away from me. “Amber, the night terrors are sometimes okay like last night. Thank God. But most nights they’re bad.”

  I raise my eyebrow wondering if last night wasn’t his version of ‘bad’ then how much worse does he get?

  “And by bad, you mean?”

  “Just believe me when I say it can get worse, and I don’t want you near me when I’m like that. So no sleepovers, okay?” he states firmly.

  I exhale and slump my body. I hate that I’m dating someone who I can’t even sleep next to. It doesn’t sit well with me.

  “Okay?” he reiterates and I nod my head and his body relaxes. “Good, I couldn’t stand if something happened to you,” he says bringing his hand up to caress my cheek.