We Wish You A Naughty Christmas: A Christmas Collection

by Skye Warren

  “I’m a mechanic, not an idiot.”

  “Never said you were.” She sips from her wine. “It’s a long story.”

  “I’ll clear my schedule for you.” I wink at her, and her laughter returns, breathless. She sips again from her wine, and what the fuck.

  I gulp mine down, place my glass with exaggerated care on the coffee table and walk up to her. Taking the glass from her hand, I walk her backward until her back hits the wall.

  This is where I made her come the other night, against this wall, and from the flush rising in her cheeks I bet she’s remembering that, too.

  “We should eat,” she whispers.

  I nuzzle her neck, and fuck she smells better every time. I kiss her smooth skin. “Yeah.”

  Her fingers trail up my arms. Her cleavage draws my gaze, the darn valley between her breasts. “Kaden…”

  “Fuck dinner. I want you.” And yeah, there goes my resolution not to touch her, thrown right out the fucking window.

  Her eyes widen, and fuck, I shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t have cornered her and—

  She kisses me, her hands curling in my shirt, pulling me closer. I fall into the kiss, starving for her taste, for her body against mine. Our teeth clash, our tongues tangle, and I groan into the kiss, pressing my hard-on into her.

  I wanna sink into her. Even just that. I won’t ask for anything more, just to feel her tighten around my dick, feel her arms around my back, her nails leaving marks.

  “Bed?” she whispers, and squeals when I swing her up in my arms and grin down at her.

  “Bed it is. Just show me the way.”

  “Kaden…”

  “I want you. Fuck, you’re like a Christmas present.” I peel off her dress slowly, revealing black lace underwear and I kiss a trail between her breasts down to her belly and lower, hooking my thumbs in her panties and dragging them down her shapely legs. I spread her legs, opening her up. “You’re beautiful.”

  Her hand tugs on my hair that’s coming loose from the hairband, falling in my face. “I thought… I want you, too.”

  I grin wolfishly at her. “Good. This is just the appetizer.” I blow a breath between her legs and she gasps, her grip on my hair tightening.

  “Oh God…”

  I kiss her inner thigh, rub a thumb over her exposed pussy, and lean in to taste her, trailing my tongue over her small clit to her opening. She tastes sweet. I return to her clit, lashing at it with my tongue, pushing a finger inside her.

  Her hand falls from my hair to clench in the covers, her legs trembling. “Kaden…”

  Does she know how much I love doing this? How it turns me on? As I lap at her, as I finger her, feeling her clench around my finger, it’s all I can do not to come in my pants.

  I add a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for me, gently closing my teeth over her clit, and she shatters under my mouth, my hand, crying out my name.

  As she comes down, I crawl up her body, letting her feel how hard I am for her, kissing her to let her taste herself on my lips.

  “God…” she whispers when I draw back to breathe. Her eyes are wide. “That was so good.”

  “Ready for the main course?” I sit back, between her spread legs and reach for her tits. I cup them, knead them through the lacy bra. They’re not big but they’re round and fit nicely in my palms. I thumb her hard nipples. “Ready for me?”

  “Do I get to taste you, too?” Her eyes glitter.

  My breath catches. “Do you want to?”

  “Oh yes.” Her eagerness makes my chest tighten with anticipation. She licks her lips, and I groan.

  Damn. I practically tear the buttons off my shirt as I fumble with them, in a hurry to get it off me. Then her hands are on my zipper and I groan again.

  “Shit, I’m…” I have to stop and take a deep breath, control myself. “I’m so close,” I finish and am glad when she resumes unzipping my pants, pushing them down.

  I need this. Need her. She’s damn sexy and if I manage not to scare her off…

  “God, you’re sexy,” she whispers, and her voice is like a fuse behind my balls. I grab my dick and squeeze, panting.

  “So are you.”

  “You kinda look like Thor in the movie. All you’re missing is a massive hammer and… Oh wait. I think I found your hammer.”

  Her hand taps the head of my cock, and I moan, so fucking close.

  Then I throw a hand back to brace myself when she bends over and takes my dick in her mouth.

  She doesn’t do any of the tricks previous lovers of mine have tried. She doesn’t seem to have much practice with blowjobs, but her mouth is eager, her eyes bright with enjoyment, and it’s as if everything about her pulls me closer, pulls my body tight until I’m riding a fine edge, not sure I can hold back any longer.

  I fist my hands, driving my nails into my palms and bite the inside of my cheek, wanting to prolong this pleasure, the sensation of her tongue swirling under my dick, her hot mouth sucking me deep.

  But then her hand wanders down to my sack, cupping my balls and squeezing, and holy fuck, how did she know? She really likes to try things out, and God, I love her, and oh fuck, I’m gonna come.

  Can’t stop it.

  It’s over embarrassingly quickly after that. I can only moan and shake as my dick spasms and my balls empty themselves, pleasure rocking me to the bone.

  She draws back. “Kaden?”

  I moan, unable to form words just yet. Worse yet, she blows on my half-hard dick, and although I feel like I’ve been turned inside out, it twitches, rearing for more.

  Jesus.

  “I want to try,” she whispers. “Those things you like. Tell me what turns you on.”

  “Hailey…” Fuck, I don’t know. I opened up to Eva, and then she ran away screaming. “We don’t need to do any of that now.”

  “Tell me,” she insists and runs a hand over my jaw, rubs a finger over my lips. There’s excitement in her eyes and her nipples are hard where I’m still touching them. “I want you.”

  Fuck, this girl… She’ll be the death of me, I swear. I scrub a hand through my hair that’s falling over my face. “You sure you wanna know?”

  She nods.

  “Fine. I like watching you get yourself off. I like some role play. You know, to have you dress up.”

  Holy shit, she’s staring at me. This isn’t going well, and damn good thing I haven’t undressed yet because I’ll probably have to show myself out.

  And still I forge on, because once you get started… “I like playing with your ass. With your asshole.” I look away, grinding my jaw. “I like spanking your ass, penetrating it. I like rubbing my cock over your tits and coming on them.”

  She says nothing, and I decide I’ve had enough of this shit, so I make as if to get up.

  She grabs my hand, tugs on it, and leans in. Shocked, I let her kiss me.

  Not what I expected.

  “I’m intrigued,” she whispers. “I haven’t really lived in years and I want to try what I missed out on. And if you promise not to hurt me…”

  “Goddammit, of course I won’t hurt you. I’m not a douchebag.”

  “No, you’re not. You’re like a spark.”

  She doesn’t explain what she means, but she kisses me again, and as for me, I have nothing else to say. She’s still here, I’m still here, and she gives me hope.

  Hailey

  He’s moving inside me, and I shudder with a second orgasm when he reaches between us and unerringly finds my clit and rubs it, his cock pushing inside me so deep I have no option but to come.

  His mouth comes hard over mine, capturing my cries, and then he starts to shake as his cock twitches and bursts inside me.

  My body is trembling with fatigue, my pussy aches, but I feel good. My body is awake after years of slumber. He’s a spark and I’m alive again.

  He rolls off me, but he pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. I snuggle closer and it feels… warm. Safe.
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br />   Again he’s thrown me off. This isn’t the guy I met at the bar, the brooding bad boy with the police charges, or the rough biker who brought me home two nights ago, pushed me against the wall and fingered me until I came.

  He’s… very human.

  Even though his biceps look kind of superhuman. Rawr. I lift my hand to feel them up. Jesus, this is real life arm porn.

  He makes a sleepy sound that sounds like laughter. “You like?”

  “I like.” Most definitely.

  “I lift some weights.”

  “Like, small cars?”

  He laughs outright. It’s a nice, deep sound. “I run, too. Have to keep in shape.”

  “Because the chicks dig it?”

  Another peal of laughter. “That, too. But mostly because guys get into fights and being strong is a good thing.”

  “Did you and your brother fight?”

  He doesn’t laugh this time. “Sometimes. In the past.”

  He’s probably thinking that he won’t see his brother this year for Christmas. The thought makes my heart feel heavy.

  I lower my hand to rest over his chest. Why do I feel so comfortable with a guy I barely know, even if he’s given me the most toe-curling orgasms of my life?

  “I had a fiancé,” I say. “For a very long time. Too long. I always felt I wasn’t enough for him, you know?”

  “No, I don’t know. How can you not be enough? He’s a son of a bitch if he made you feel that way.”

  I’m startled at his vehemence, but also pleased. “Thank you.”

  He’s quiet for a bit. Then, “What else did that motherfucker do to you? You’re running from him, aren’t you?”

  “I ran from him,” I correct. “It’s done. I like it here. I may stay.”

  “Here. In my arms?” He gives me a boyish, excited grin.

  I can’t help an answering smile. “You’re a tease.”

  “I mean it.” And he does look serious again.

  What is he doing to my heart? This is happening way too fast.

  Or maybe it’s all happening inside my mind.

  “What are you doing for Christmas?” he asks.

  “Staying here.”

  “Not meeting your family?” He seems puzzled by that.

  “Mom just moved to New York with her new husband. Dad is traveling around the world with his new girlfriend.”

  He licks his lips. “Spend Christmas with me this year?”

  “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  And I mean it. I rub circles on his chest. “Will you tell me about yourself? About your brother?”

  He sighs, settles better against the pillows, tightens his arms around me. “Matt and me, we grew up in a small place right outside Jefferson city, Wardsville. Ever heard of it?” When I shake my head, he smiles. “Yeah, few people have. Dad was a truck driver, and he liked living there. Later we moved to the outskirts of Saint Louis.”

  “Was a truck driver?”

  “Yeah. He passed last year. Stroke.”

  I swallow hard. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay. Mom was pretty crushed, though. My brother relied a lot on her to watch over the kids, and now… I don’t know how he’s doing.”

  “Why are you so concerned about him?”

  “Matt lost his wife Emma to cancer recently. He has two young kids. And he needs me, he needs anything that can anchor him—and these fucking charges, the fucking rumors took that from him. He kept hanging up on me when I called and tried to talk to him. Now he won’t even pick up the damn phone.” He grunts. “Not sure why the hell I’m telling you all this. Haven’t said any of this to anyone.”

  Exactly what I was thinking about myself. I wonder what it means.

  I rub my face against his smooth, muscled chest. “Maybe you needed to get it off your chest.”

  He grabs his phone from the nightstand, shows me a picture. There’s a dark-haired guy whose face looks a lot like Kaden’s, standing with a slight woman. They’re holding two babies, and there’s a tall guy with a fearsome Mohawk beside her.

  “So that’s Matt?”

  “And Emma, and the kids.”

  “And the Mohawk guy?”

  “Emma’s adopted brother, Zane Madden. He’s a tattoo artist. He did Matt’s tattoos, and mine.”

  I smile at the pic. They all look so happy. So sad to know the girl is gone. “Your brother… how did he find out about the charges this girl filed against you?”

  “He was visiting me. He’d finally decided to come see me, and the owner of the shop I’d been working at then, who’d just fired me over this, by the way, told him all about it.”

  I wince in sympathy. So easy to repeat things you hear without knowing the full truth.

  And here I am, trusting Kaden to tell me the truth. Am I that naïve?

  I need to talk to that girl. Eva. Maybe the bartender could help me find her? Or Marcela. Otherwise, I’ll doubt myself all the way, and it’s not fair to Kaden.

  Or to myself.

  “Eva? You want to talk to Eva Price?” The bartender, whose name as it turns out is George, is staring at me, eyes bugging. “Kaden’s ex who filed charges against him?”

  “Yes, that one.”

  “But why?”

  “Something I want to ask her.”

  “Don’t you think she will tell you to get lost?”

  I shrug. It’s a possibility.

  “Does Kaden know about this?”

  “No, and you won’t tell him.” I lean against the bar. “Please.”

  He tugs on his short beard. “If you’re about to do something to hurt him…”

  “I’m not.” I lift my hands. “I swear. I just want to clear up something that’s been bugging me. I like Kaden.”

  “You like him.”

  Heat rushes into my cheek. “I said that, didn’t I?”

  “A lot.”

  “A little.”

  “An awful lot.”

  Crap. “Okay, an awful lot. So what?”

  “I’ll give you Eva’s number. Fuck that bitch anyway. You may tell her I said that, and that she’s not welcome in this bar anymore, just in case she’s wondering.”

  “Got it. George said fuck you, bitch, and you’re not welcome in his fucking bar anymore.”

  His bushy brows shoot up. “Well, shit. I see why Kaden is head over heels for you.”

  He is?

  I take the number, nod at George in thanks and make my way out. I wait until I’m sitting inside my car to do a fist pump and jiggle around in my seat, grinning from ear to ear.

  “Kaden is head over heels for you.”

  Holy crap.

  As I calm down and pull out my phone to call this Eva, I try to examine my own feelings for Kaden, and there’s no doubt I’m crushing hard.

  Okay. First things first.

  I call Eva and she replies almost immediately.

  “Eva Price speaking. Who is it?”

  “Hi. I’m a friend of George from the Moonlight Bar in Kansas City. He said I should ask you for information about Kaden Hansen.”

  “Why would I…? What do you want?” Her tone has turned hostile.

  “You filed charges against him. I want to know what exactly he made you do that was so horrible.”

  “Are you a reporter?”

  “No.” I cross my fingers, hoping that was the right response. “I’m asking for a friend who likes Kaden. Did he hurt you? Did he force anything on you?”

  “Kaden never forced me.” Her voice drops. “He’s a bit rough in bed but that wasn’t… Oh God, I don’t know. I shouldn’t have filed those charges. I used to hang out with a guy at Moonlight and he told me bad things about Kaden, told me how he was a pervert and that he asks weird things of all the girls he goes out with. I freaked out.”

  I realize I’m holding my breath. I let it out slowly. “So it was a mistake?”

  “Yes, it was a mistake. Tell your friend that.” She pauses for a second. “It’s Christmas ti
me. Time for forgiving, love and understanding, right? Take care of Kaden. Make him happy. He’s a good guy.”

  She disconnects and I am left staring outside, my fingers clenching on the phone. Here’s my answer.

  And now I need to help Kaden get his brother back.

  “Oh yeah,” Kaden murmurs, his breathing harsh. He’s leaning back in the armchair, his legs spread, one hand resting over the bulge there. “Show me, girl.”

  I grin at him as I unclasp my bra and slowly drag the straps down my arms. I don’t let the bra fall, cupping my breasts over the lace, and lick my lips.

  He groans, pressing down on his hard-on. He loves watching me undress, touch myself. And I like it, too. It’s exciting to see how much I turn him on. He’s so beautiful as he gives in to his desires.

  We’ve been going out—dating? maybe?—for the past three weeks. We haven’t tried much yet, but it’s the third time I strip for him and it makes me feel…sexy. Desirable. More wanted than ever.

  He misses no chance to show his appreciation.

  Like now. “God, girl, you’re killing me. Show me those tits. They’re so perfect. You’re beautiful, Hailey, fuck…”

  My pulse spikes at his words, and the way his broad chest rises and falls unevenly, the way his green eyes turn black with arousal.

  I let the bra fall and cup my girls, stroking over my nipples with my thumbs.

  “You’re hot,” he rasps, the knot in his throat moving as he swallows. “Fuck… take off your panties.”

  I slide my hands down my stomach, then to the sides, and push down my panties, an inch at a time. When I’m done, I glance up at him and smirk.

  “Christ. Open your legs. Do it.”

  I open them slowly, and his breath hitches.

  He looks into my eyes and one side of his full mouth tips up. “Come here.”

  I rise and walk over to him. He likes to watch, but he also likes to sink inside me, and God, I love it. So I reach down and stroke his hard-on through the fabric of his pants—and his head falls back, letting me.

  Unzipping his jeans, I draw out his thick, long cock. It’s flushed and wet with precum. It twitches in my hand, and a groan rumbles in Kaden’s chest.

  “Everything,” he whispers. “Everything feels good with you.”