A Naughty Little Christmas (Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts: 8 Seasonally Seductive Romances from Bestselling Authors)

by Randi Alexander

  Her thumb stroked his firm bottom lip. “I have a lot of hang-ups?” she warned.

  Their breath mingled together.

  “If it hadn’t been for all your hang-ups, I would’ve never found out you were a beautiful, sexy, passionate woman. Who has kept me close to the edge every day since the night I met you.”

  “You?” Her words came out breathless. Now that she had given herself liberty to love him, her desire reached an all time high. Her erect nipples ached, so to pacify the need, she pressed them into the solid strength of his chest.

  Chris groaned, dragging his hands along the outside of her thighs. “I’ve wanted you so long. I can’t wait any longer to get inside of you.”

  She claimed his mouth in a kiss. There was no gentleness. Too many weeks of unfilled passion took them both to the brink of sexual madness. Amber drove her tongue into his mouth as he palmed the back of her head. Mouths twisted, nipped and sucked at each other. The kiss went on, long breathless moments as their bodies pressed and ground against clothing.

  Chris backed her up to the counter, broke the kiss. They were panting to the point of wheezing.

  She could feel the bite of the wood into her back, but she didn’t care. She wanted Chris.

  “I’m going to take you here and now. If you have any objections, you better hurry up and voice them.”

  Fitting her hand between them, she took hold of his engorged cock and squeezed. “None.” She wanted him too much to wait. Her sex was already throbbing, her juices saturating it.

  Chris growled and pressed his length into her hand. He kissed her again and then moved down the side of her neck, giving the curve an open mouth kiss. Lifting his hands, he massaged her breast. Unbuttoning her dress to the waist, he peeled the material back, using the sides of her breast to hold it open. He claimed one of her large nipples with his mouth, laving and sucking.

  Amber cried out.

  He moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment. “I love that you don’t wear a bra.”

  Giving him a seductive smile, she pulled up the hem of her knee-length dress to her thighs and put his hand underneath it.

  She giggled at the surprised look on his face when his hand encountered her bare wet sex.

  “You don’t have any panties on,” he said, his voice gruff with passion.

  “I for…got.” Her voice broke when Chris caressed her, sliding a finger in amid her slick folds.

  Swirling around her distended clit, he told her, “You can have a memory lapse like this anytime.”

  Her eyes closed and words escaped her as his hand drove her toward the breaking point.

  “I have to see you.”

  She heard his knees hit the floor as his fingers continued working her moist heat.

  Opening her eyes, she froze as she met the eyes of a man standing on the other side of the door. She tugged at Chris’ hair to get his attention. “Chris, we're being watched.”

  He looked up at her, but didn’t stop stroking her pussy. “By who?”

  Excitement raged through her veins at Chris’ steady attention. “Brett, the night janitor.”

  She could feel his breath on the inside of her thighs as he spoke. “I’ll stop if you want me to.” Probing deeper, he inserted his finger inside her hot center. “Do you want me to stop?”

  There was no doubt that if she said yes, he would stop. Maybe because of his concern for her feelings, she had the boldness to see it through to the end. Or possibly it had something to do with her and Chris’ relationship being kept a secret and their decision to be together. She wanted someone to know, someone to see the evidence of their emotions. Allowing the other man to watch would reveal their love in its purest form.

  Leaping in headfirst off the cliff, she answered his question. “No.”

  Chris went over with her. “Lift your dress,” he commanded.

  Obeying, she reached down and grabbed the hem, pulling it up while she moved her hips along with Chris’ caress.

  “All the way up.”

  Meeting the observer's gaze, she bunched the dress underneath her bare breasts. She saw Brett’s eyes drop and knew he could see the smooth naked skin of her sex.

  “Now, open your legs, Amber.”

  Taking a step out, she stood with her legs shoulder width apart.

  “Wider.” Using both of his hands, Chris pressed the center of her thighs out, spreading her legs until the inside of her plump glistening lips were revealed. “I want him to see it all.”

  A knot of desire furrowed in her lower belly. Standing there with her hot pussy open in front of Chris’ face, and the janitor’s voyeuristic viewing, heightened her arousal so much she almost came.

  “Your smell is driving me wild, let me taste.” Chris leaned in and did what he did best, made her forget everything else but him.

  Closing her eyes, Amber availed herself of her lover’s attention.

  Supporting her trembling legs parted in his hands, he only used his mouth to soothe her ache. He licked her wet heat, laved the outside of her folds. Chris sucked her stiff clit and swirled his tongue around the opening of her core. Sinuously, he flicked, stroked, and caressed her sex in a carnal rhythm.

  Grinding her moist, needy center against his mouth, she moved joyously toward an orgasm. Chris leaned back, blew cool air across her heated skin and took her into ecstasy. As she came, his mouth feasted on the rush of her juices.

  While she was still aquiver, Chris stood and flipped her around. Now facing the counter, she could feel the air caress her ass as he flung the back of her dress up, unzipped his pants and slipped his large erection into her needy center. No hesitation or gentle gyrations. Amber clutched the hardwood for support, the smooth surface adding stimulation to her aching nipples. She tilted her hips backward, begging Chris for deeper thrusts.

  He obliged her silent request, wrapping his arm around her middle. He lifted her higher for better access and angled his hips so the head of his cock stroked her spot.

  Amber moaned and bucked against him. Chris pressed the thumb of his free hand between her ass cheeks, joining in the foray. The added sensation launched her into the throes of ecstatic pleasure. Her walls spasmed around his cock, taking him with her. Slamming into her one last time, he flooded her passage with his hot fluid.

  Amber collapsed against the counter under Chris’ weight along her back, both their legs trembling. Long moments passed before Chris stepped back, allowing the skirt of her dress to fall back into place and for her to turn and face him. Weak and shaking, he readjusted his pants, then leaned forward and planted a kiss on both her nipples before he pulled the dress back over her breasts and buttoned it.

  Coming down from her high, she glanced over his shoulder and noted the window was now empty. Not sure at what point their observer had left. “Do you think that Brett will report us?”

  “Not a chance,” he declared.

  Raising an eyebrow, she looked at him. “What makes you so confident?”

  “Because Brett Stevenson and I have been good friends since the second grade when we joined forces to beat up the school bully.”

  Amber shook her head at the brave antics of two little boys.

  “I heard you’re looking for a place to stay.”

  She smiled, sliding her body along his. “I am.”

  “I’ve got just the place for you.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

  Amber ran her fingers through his thick hair and asked, “And where is that?”

  Squeezing her ass, he rubbed his pelvis against her. “With me. I’ve got a room over my garage I’d be willing to rent out.”

  Playfully, she slapped his shoulder. “You’re so chivalrous, Sir Galahad.” She kissed him. “As long as I’m with you. I’ll live anywhere. I love you.”

  With his finger, he traced an imaginary line down her forehead, across the bridge of her nose to her lips and then gazed into her eyes. “Good, because I don’t plan on letting you go again.”

  Stepp
ing out of the circle of his arms, she grabbed her papers and purse from the counter, then took his hand and pulled him to the door. “Let’s get out of here, so you can take me to my new home.”

  “You got it, beautiful.” Chris swept her into his arms and left the office.

  Epilogue

  “Just tell me.” Amber pushed her bottom lip out, giving him a fake pout.

  Chris glanced over from the driver side of his four-month-old car and chuckled at Amber’s expression. “I don’t care how much you whine, you’ll have to wait and see what you get for your birthday.”

  They’d been out most of the day. He’d taken her to get her hair done, then lunch and shopping for a new dress and shoes. He’d even taken her to the cosmetic counter and had them do her makeup. It hadn't been hard for her to discover something was up.

  Smiling, she reached over and stroked his thigh, her fingers creeping slowly up toward his crotch that was always half erect just being around her. Moving in with her over a year ago had been the best decision he could have made. It gave them both a chance to get to know each other and heal completely from their past relationships. Doug and Diane were no longer factors in their lives.

  “You know I have ways of making you talk.” She dragged a nail along his fly.

  Reaching down he took hold of her hand and pressed it more firmly to his cock. “Keep that up and I’ll pull the car over and let you persuade me.”

  “Freak.” She laughed.

  “Damn straight.” Lifting her hand, he kissed her palm. “Only when it comes to you, baby.”

  Slouching down in her seat, she used her free hand to slide the skirt of her dress high up her thighs, revealing the tops of her thigh-high stockings. “It's a shame that we will have a houseful of guests and I’ll have to wait to thank you properly for today.”

  Her finger disappeared below the hem of her dress and he knew she was touching herself.

  “Shit!” He swerved but quickly gained control of the car. “Who told you?”

  Sitting up, she turned in the seat and held a hand over her mouth.

  “Carol,” he growled.

  Laughter erupted from her. “You know she can’t hold a secret to save her life. Not from me anyway.”

  Just like he and Bob were good friends, Carol and Amber had become like sisters over the year since Amber moved to Yorkshire. Bob and Carol’s wedding over the summer had just solidified the couple’s friendship.

  “I should’ve known.” Truly, he wasn’t worried that she’d discovered that he was planning a birthday bash for her. To him, Amber deserved only the best things in her life.

  Turning down the street to their cul-de-sac, he watched Amber studying all the cars parked along the street, trying to figure out who was at the house. He pulled up into the driveway and shut the car off.

  “It’s still a nice thing to do for me. The whole day was great. So, no killing Carol.” She leaned over and kissed him.

  Gripping her waist, he kept his passion in check as he returned the kiss. Amber was correct, it was a shame that they had people over because all he wanted to do was make love to her in and out of her new dress and heels.

  Sighing, he set her away from him. “I won’t. I’ll let Bob do it.”

  She groaned.

  He chuckled.

  Getting out of the car, he went around to her side and helped her out. “Remember to act surprised.”

  “I will.”

  Moments later, they entered the house decorated for Christmas coming at the end of the month. The twenty plus people inside yelled “surprise!” when Amber crossed the threshold. He loved seeing the ecstatic look and shock on Amber’s face when she saw her mother and father standing among the crowd. He watched his girlfriend rush over to her parents and get a big hug from her father, who lifted her feet from the ground. She was squealing happiness as her mother, an older version of Amber, kissed her cheek.

  Chris had spoken to Amber’s parents many times on the phone. A month ago, he’d called Mr. Malcolm and had a heart to heart with the older man, then arranged for he and his wife’s flight in.

  He’d gotten Bob to pick Amber’s parents up from the airport and drive them to Yorkshire Inn. Chris hadn’t been concerned with Carol telling Amber about her party. That had been the plan. He’d wanted Amber to think only about her birthday party and nothing else.

  Mr. Malcolm gave him a conspiratory wink as Chris moved to Bob to get something from his friend. Then he moved to the center of the room and waited for Amber to finish greeting her guests, made up of fellow teachers and neighbors.

  Finally, she began to scan the room, a radiant smile on her face. Then she located him and froze as she saw him kneeling on one knee holding out a ring.

  Gasps went around the room from everyone except him, Bob and Mr. Malcolm; the only three aware of the true reason for the party. The song Still in Love by Brian McKnight began to play throughout the room.

  “Ohmygod, Chrr-is…” Her words faltered as she stood in place with both hands on her chest.

  “Come here, angel-mine.” Without shame, he called her to him, allowing all of their close friends and family to hear and see how much he loved his woman.

  Tears sparkled in her eyes, making them chocolate pools as she crossed the room to him. “I can’t believe this.”

  When she was close enough, he took her hand in his. “Can’t believe what? That I love you or that I want to spend the rest of my life with you beside me, as my wife.”

  The water began to spill down her caramel brown cheeks. “Both.” Her fingers trembled in his.

  “Well, I do, Amber.” He kissed the back of her hand. “I think I started to fall in love with you the moment you hit me with your car and knocked some sense into me.”

  “That wasn’t on purpose,” she declared to him and the people around them.

  “No matter, it worked. I needed something to wake me up and remember I was still living.”

  “You saved me, too,” Amber confessed. “I was lost and alone, until you.”

  “Then don’t you think the only thing that makes sense is for us to keep right on saving each other ‘til death do us part?”

  “Oh, I so do.”

  He pulled her onto his lap and she wrapped her arms around him. “I love you, Christopher Manning.”

  “And I love you.” He stroked her back. “I can’t wait until you carry my name.”

  “Are you sure?” she whispered in his ear.

  Chris knew she was concerned that she would never be able to bear him children. Leaning back, he looked into her eyes. “I’m positive. You are more than enough to fill my life.”

  He slipped the ring on her finger.

  When he was done, she cupped his face in her hands and stared at him. “You are the fulfillment of all my Christmas wishes and dreams.”

  “I hope that includes all the illicit ones too.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

  “Especially those.” Leaning in, she kissed him as the guests clapped and cheered them on.

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  A sneak peek at Rekindling Christmas

  “Rye dear, do you mind sharing the family room pullout couch with Mildred at Christmas?”

  “Aunt Mildred, Mom?” Ryanne McCall tossed her pen down on her desk. Her mother had been going on about Christmas over the last twenty minutes of the phone call. “She snores so loudly and sleeps like she’s fighting wildebeest in her dreams. Don’t you recall last year when all the cousins took you and your sisters on the Mother’s Day cruise, and Aunt Mildred flung Aunt Helen out of the bed? Not to mention we could hear her roaring snores through the walls of the ship.”

  “Oh…that’s right. Mildred really should not have gone on the Mother’s Day trip anyway,” Ryanne’s mother declared, as she’d done frequently on the week-long cruise every time her sister wanted to do something that others didn’t—like climbing the Dunn River Falls or going paragliding. “Anyway,” her mother went on, “it just makes sense for
you to bunk with Mildred. I mean, everyone else is coming with their spouse, or spouse and children. We’ll all have to make sacrifices. Besides, it’s not like you have a husband to…”

  Ryanne tuned out the rest of what her mother said, because she already knew the words.

  Making sacrifices. Ryanne knew what that meant. Aunt Mildred, her mother’s oldest sister, was single with no children; so was Ryanne. Ryanne was the oldest of her parents’ five children. All her brothers and sisters were married, and all but Ryanne and her youngest sister Gynger, who was twenty-seven and a newlywed, had kids. Most years Ryanne got to bunk with Gynger in their dad’s office, but apparently, according to her mother’s “room arrangements,” Gynger would be bunking with Lance, her new hubby.

  Ryanne sighed. Yes, it made sense, but she didn’t have to like it. Now she was being pushed into the family room with her aunt, who normally slept alone because of her abominable sleeping habits.

  “Can’t I just sleep in the sunroom?”

  “No, no. You know the kids all like sleeping in there. Your father plugs up the fake fireplace and they think it is a camping adventure. An adult would just spoil it for them.”

  Bunking with her nieces and nephews would have been fine with Ryanne. Rubbing her temple where she was developing a migraine, Ryanne threw out, “You know, Mom, I can just get a hotel room—”

  “A hotel? Are you bringing someone with you?” The note of excitement in her mother’s voice couldn’t have been missed by a deaf person.

  “No, no. Just thinking about space. Matter of fact, I could even get Aunt Mildred a hotel room and everyone would sleep more peacefully.”

  “You will not. How would that look, with my eldest daughter staying outside of her family home?” Her mother obviously disapproved.

  But that was what it was coming to, anyway. All she needed was for Aunt Mildred to get married, and Ryanne would be promptly arranged to the front porch.

  “It doesn’t matter.” Ryanne barely held in her groan. Every year it was the same thing.