With Love, The North Pole: Christmas Collection (Pixie Christmas Collection Book 1)

by Pixie Chica

  I could already hear him venting to Crystal about the stiff she sent over. Half of me wanted to find something else to wear so I could have one less thing against me, but that would mean wasting more time I didn’t have.

  Making it there in minutes, I realize he works at a drag show. Walking in, it hits me how little I know about him. Something I’m going to have to change, quickly. I get seated by a very tall queen and her top says, Jessica Rabbid, and it fits. A postapocalyptic version of the popular cartoon taking her character seriously she limps over, head cocked to the side in true zombie fashion.

  As soon as I tell her who I’m looking for, she perks up and the act falls momentarily, looking surprised. Guiding me to a corner table she hands me a menu. When she leaves, I scan the area and find him in an open DJ booth and just the sight of him has me wanting to run up there and kiss him. It’s clear that people come here for the show, but there’s plenty staring his way like he’s the next snack. But fuck that, if he’s going to be anyone’s snack, he’s going to be mine.

  Clenching my fist, this over-tanned idiot comes to my table, blocking my view. “You sure you’re in the right place? You didn’t get lost on the way in, or are you one of those men that come here thinking they can get a quickie then go back to their straight life?”

  “Neither asshole, I am waiting on my man, do you mind?” I say pointing to the DJ booth.

  “Kent? You want me to believe he’d date someone like you?”

  “Not fucking dating, he’s about to be my fiancé.”

  The guy, who’s name tag says Tim, gets infuriated at my comment, and I can almost see the steam emanating from his skull.

  “That’s fucking impossible. You’re just some rebound, and that’s all you’re going to be. I dumped him and I can have him back any time I want.”

  “Bullshit.”

  Ready to go off on this idiot who is trying to claim what is now mine, I get up to show him a lesson. A different drag queen comes over to figure out what is going on, and before I can explain, Tim lies saying everything is fine before walking away. Not sure what he is up to, but I can see the intention in his eyes, this fucker is about to cause problems. Well I’m ready. I politely tell the new Queen, Olivia about needing to see Kent, and she gives me the same amused look as Jessica.

  Could it be that he really did have some relationship with Tim, and I am a rebound? Too bad, because I am going to rebound myself into marrying him, that is for sure. Tapping my foot incessantly, I ask Olivia twice more for her to make sure Kent gets the message. Not being able to do anything until he is finished, I sit and stare at him.

  I’m in awe of how talented he is, and I admire how he does everything with such passion. From the short conversations we’ve had I’ve learned he is a great sport for anything, and I can see our life is definitely going to be fun. It doesn’t hurt that the man is sexy as all hell, and let’s just say he’s packing. I’m mid fantasy of him on my bed, when I watch Cheeto-head walk up the steps and into the booth. I almost get up out of my chair and ran sack him when he gets super close to my Kent, but I’m stopped by Olivia. She shakes her head and promises to bring him down in a few minutes. By the time I hear Kent announcing his break, I’m about ready to pull him out.

  “What the hell are you doing here, I thought you were working. And what is this bit about you calling yourself my man?” Kent says pissed off.

  Get used to it because I’m not going anywhere.

  “I came to apologize and tell you I was an ass, but come to find out I’m just some rebound. Too bad I refuse to be only that.”

  “What the hell are you talking about? Look, you can leave. I can get the rest of my packing done. I got the number from Crystal for the movers you all use, they can put my shit in the truck.” He says putting his hands in his pockets and turning to walk away. His leaving propels me into action, grabbing his arm and pulling him back towards me.

  “Where do you think you’re going? You lead me on, making me think there can be something between us, and now you’re just okay bye?”

  “Look, leave me alone, John. I got the message loud and clear last night. I think you’re cool and all, but I know your type. You’re married to your job and always will be. I can’t live that life. What else do you fucking want from me?”

  The club has all stopped looking at the show, instead they are fully engrossed in our conversation. Even the drag queen performing stopped mid lip sync. I’ve never been comfortable having eyes on me, but for him I’ll face all my issues.

  “I want you to admit that I’m not a rebound. That you feel something for me because I’m gone for you. I never felt this way, and shit I know it’s fast, but I can’t help it. I need to know, is Tim just some guy you dated? Or was he the love of your life and I just found you too late.”

  “What?”

  “I know all about your ex, Tim. He came over here telling me, you weren’t over him, but you know what? I don’t fucking care, I’ll take being your rebound. I’ll be the guy who came after the love of your life. I don’t even need you to tell me. I’m giving my two weeks notice as soon as we get back. I’ll work part time at The Lounge just to prove your happiness is all that matters.” I say all at once.

  “John, stop that’s not it.” He says covering my mouth, but I push his hand away.

  “Let me finish, you’re mine. Fuck that guy! He didn’t love you enough, but I do. The minute I heard the door slam I realized how foolish I’d been. I won’t ever take you for granted again. I came straight here, that’s got to count for something. I know I’m not perfect and I can’t guarantee you won’t get mad at me again. I’m hot headed, bossy, and probably all the wrong damn things for you, but I can’t see myself with anyone else. So...” My heart thumps so loudly, it feels like the whole room can hear it. Falling on one knee, my hand shaking, I take his in mine. “Kent, we’re getting married. You can pick the day, you can pick how, but we’re not leaving this place without you agreeing. I don’t have a ring, but as soon as we get out of here we can go get one. I tried to think of all the possible outcomes that involved me walking away. Not a single one was doable. So, there’s only one plan, making you love me.”

  “You crazy man, I already do! Tim was never a thing.”

  He pulls me up to my feet. Wrapping his arms around me, we kiss, our tongues dance together, each of us not wanting to stop. I can feel him in every part of me, he’s the man I never knew I was waiting for. The kiss we share is sweet, but passionate much like Kent, and I can’t get enough. When it ends, I can’t help but smile. Such calm falls over me, and all the anxiousness I was just feeling dissipates, although my hands are still shaking.

  “Here in front of everyone as our witnesses, I’m saying yes to you because you stole my heart with just one look, melted me with just one smile. That first day I wanted nothing to do with you, and your damn suit, and what I thought would be a rigid man with no emotions. Hell, I gave up when you ignored me all night, but you just kissed me in the middle of this bar, and I know that wasn’t easy for you. However, if you even once pull that shit again, you’ll be in the literal doghouse.”

  “Deal!”

  Once everyone calms down with their applause, we sit together in the same booth. I have him sit right next to me, even if some think it’s tacky. I need to be close to him and feel like this is real. We are mid brunch when his earlier words strike me. “Wait, when you said that Tim was never a thing, what did you mean? Did you not love him? Not that it matters, but it would make me feel a bit better, seeing as you’re the first man I’ve ever loved.

  “Exactly what I meant; Tim was never a thing. He asked me out once, I did the polite thing and accepted, then excused myself telling him it wasn’t going to happen. I’ve dated, but never once felt what I feel for you. I have to say, you all are quite fast movers up in the North Pole, three for three. I was determined to be single next year. It was supposed to be the Year of Kent.”

  Looking down into his eyes I kiss his lips so
ftly. “I think the year of Kent and John sounds much better.”

  “Aren’t you just the charmer?”

  “Only with you.”

  DEC 26

  Making our way to the front of the trolley, I can see the girls are waiting for us outside. What they don’t know is that I’m arriving not only with Kent, but that we’re engaged. As it comes to a stop, I tell Kent to stand back for a second so I can surprise them.

  “There you are! Took you fucking long enough, where’s my Kent? You didn’t fucking hurt him did you? I like you, but I will stab you in the dick!” Crystal says pushing past me and up the bus. I head over to Brandie excited to hug my friend who’s just as thrilled to see me.

  “Listen, I heard all about John being an uptight prick, so I got margaritas at my house, and it was a surprise, but what the heck, I got you a stripper.” Crystal says, glaring at me like I did something wrong, I can tell Kent is still messing with her.

  At the mention of strippers my eyes go wide. Oh no. “Um... I hope that stripper is for one of you ladies, because he’s taken.” When he stands next to me. I lay a possessive arm around him.

  “Oh my god, you guys really did get together! I knew it! I knew it, knew it, knew it! Pay up buttercups!” Grace says to the other two, who only roll their eyes and pull a twenty dollar bill out of their pockets.

  “Are you serious? You were betting on whether we made it or not? I’m appalled.” I act shocked, but I’m really not.

  “Yeah and I’m out twenty bucks. Fucking A. I swear John, the one time I need you to be your anti-people self, you falter.” Brandie replies.

  “So, when did you guys become official?” Crystals asks before continuing, “because I never thought you’d find a boyfriend after your ‘I’m living for me and only me’ Kent speech.”

  “I’m not his boyfriend, I slid right into fiancé zone. I’m not letting him get away from me.” I inform them, showing them both our matching rings.

  Chapter 5

  Kent

  New Year’s Eve

  Damning myself for getting out so late, I make a sprint to the house. If I don’t hurry, I’ll miss the call from John, my phone being dead and all. He’d gone over with Joe to do some damage control to one of the toy-making companies threatening to pull their contract. Not even two weeks ago, I had chastised him for working late and here I was doing the same. But I got it, once you became part of the Claus family, it was more than a job. The need to be part of bringing joy to the world was unlike anything else. Within days of being here I was fully committed to being part of the mission.

  That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to hear it from John, who tried to tell me this would happen. Making it home in record time I unlock my door. I had five minutes before he called, and I needed to get my phone on the charger ASAP.

  The first thing I notice amiss is the lights are on. I turned them off. I’m always so adamant about turning lights off, I know something is going on. Taking a couple steps in, the scent I haven’t been able to forget since the first day I met John, hits me. I know the house always smells like that cologne that drives me wild, but just today I had to spray some so it would keep me company. There was just no way it was still that strong. Shaking my head at the absurdity of the situation, I make it all the way into the hallway. I must be more tired than I feel, I reason with myself.

  Dropping my bag on the floor, I look up and have to blink twice, not sure if I’m seeing this shit right or if I’ve fallen down some crazy rabbit hole. There in front of me is my fiancé, in his birthday suit except for a gift box that is strategically hiding a different kind of package. This man is seriously holding a dick-in-a-box, and I don’t know if I want to laugh, run away, or jump him.

  “Um... what do you think you’re doing?” I ask trying really hard to contain my need to grin.

  “I’ve come to give you your Christmas Delivery, it’s been sitting here waiting for you to claim it.”

  “Isn’t it a little late for Christmas presents?”

  “Not in the North Pole. Besides I had this specially marked for you. You should have been here hours ago, aren’t you going to open it. I figured this was subtle enough to tell you how much I missed you.” He points with his unoccupied hand to the gift-wrapped box. “Dick-in-a-Box.”

  “Subtle? You don’t have a subtle bone in your body.” I say grabbing my bag from the floor and moving past him to the kitchen. I want to see how far he will take this. From the corner of my eye I watch him follow me, that ridiculous box making him walk funny. I can’t take it anymore, and laugh so hard I almost choke from the cough. Which he doesn’t miss a beat to and says out loud.

  “Shouldn’t my cock be in your mouth when you make that sound?” The fact that he read my mind, has me turning around to face him, with the box now on the floor. Not able to stop myself, my eyes shifting to ‘his delivery’ and fuck did I miss it and him. My mouth waters at the sight of his long, thick, and obscenely aroused cock. His tip is leaking pre-cum and I instinctively lick my lips, a groan escaping.

  “You really should have told me you were coming home early. I have all these plans and worksheets I have to finish.” I say, knowing how bad I’m teasing him right now.

  “On your knees, Kent.” He demands, in a raw, gruff, edge to his tone I hadn’t heard before. “The only thing you have to finish is sucking this cock.” The way he demands that I obey him, making my own arousal ache from the constraints of my pants. Needing relief, my whole plan to torture him falls to the wayside, as I go to my knees. Wrapping my hand around his length I stroke it a couple times as more precum comes out. I roll my tongue over the small slit, the first taste hitting me, and it tastes so fucking good. The hitch in his breath combined with the hiss he lets out, drives me forward and I wrap my lips around his length.

  His hand runs through my hair grasping it. Taking over he pushes himself further into my mouth as I hollow my cheeks.

  “Fuck Kent, that mouth.” He grunts out.

  Taking him all the way to the back of my throat I can feel his body shudder. He’s tethering on the edge of losing control and I want him there. His grasp tightens, almost punishing, and he thrusts into me faster. A moan leaving his lips, the guttural noises from deep inside him, filling me with pleasure. Needing my own relief, I undo my pants pulling my cock out and stroke it. His cum dripping out of my mouth and down my beard, making a mess of it, and I know I will have his scent there.

  His thighs stiffen up almost as if he’s trying to cement his balance. I cup the back of his ass, feeling his muscles contract. He’s about to release, and I’m greedy for it. Rubbing my own length faster, squeezing as I do, I join him.

  “Fuck... Fuck... Fuck! That fucking mouth is going to be the fucking death of me. I’m going to cum down your throat and you're going to take it. Then I’m going to own your tight ass, and you’re going to let me. Aren’t you, Kent?”

  I nod my response, and let the word yes vibrate from within my mouth. I want to see this man begging for his release, knowing I have the power to bring him there.

  “Fuck you’re going to unman me right here.”

  His words become the last push I need as I shoot out the evidence on the kitchen floor. John pushes further, deeper than I thought possible shooting his load as I struggle to swallow it all, some of it spilling out.

  Getting up on my feet I go to button my pants, but his hand stops me, and I look up at him. “Take them off, I’m not done with you.” He says, and as if I can’t help myself, I do as he wants. He approaches me as I finish shaking the last pant leg off, slamming his mouth on mine in a kiss that is both hot and feral. His hold is tight on my neck not letting me do anything other than open for him to deepen our kiss. The taste of himself on my tongue has him moaning out loud.

  Our fight for dominance continues when I push him up against the wall. Closing the already small gap between us, my cock rubbing against his stomach, the friction causing me to get hard again. Something that always happens when we are
together, never getting enough of each other. I land a hard smack on his ass causing him to push even further into me.

  In a swift motion he turns us so I’m now against the wall. “Don’t fucking deny me when I come home. I went half-crazy stopping myself from marching up to your office and taking you right there. Which I do plan on doing one of these days. I want you to smell us every time you’re sitting at that desk pushing your papers and writing your notes.” He rasps against my ear before biting my neck, and finally landing on my lips again. I’m so lost in the kiss, in the way his hard body pushes against my own, and the control he’s taken from me, I don’t argue. Needing to touch him I grab for his hard cock and rub it letting his cum spread on my fingers and I jack him off. “Fuck, you don’t how much you’re playing with fire right now Kent.”

  “Why don’t you show me then.” I reply, needing him just as badly.

  Since we came home it’s been like this every night, both of us dead set on showing our love to each other in the most intimate of ways. Some moments it’s loving, and others it’s almost animalistic. It’s especially hot when I tell him no or talk smack back at him.

  “Fine, I guess I need to show you again why you’re mine.” I’m surprised when he lifts me making me wrap around his thighs. The man is built but sometimes his strength amazes me. The look in his eyes, says my back talk is about to land me good and fucked.

  He carries me into the bedroom and he drops me on the bed. His mouth is on mine again as he climbs over me.

  “I was going half mad today. All I kept thinking about was this, coming home and making love to you.” He says between kisses. I'm barely able to tell him I missed him too, when he grips my cock running his hand up and down it.

  “Tell me you need it.”

  “I need it John, fuck me.”

  He reaches over grabbing the KY from the drawer and pouring it on me as he pushes a finger in while he continues to stroke me. Gradually he pushes another in, fucking me with them. Within minutes I’m moaning asking for him to put me out of my misery. I need more. The intimate touches, the way he kisses parts of my body when he does, all of it. Our connection is more than just a carnal need between two bodies, a unison of souls.