by Kitty Berry
“Yeah, pop,” I joke. “And I’m not getting soft. I called Elliot; he agrees.”
Dave sighs once more. “I want a full report by eleven a.m. Not a minute past.”
“Sir, yes, sir. Eleven a.m.”
The phone goes dead and I turn as Brian exits the bathroom.
“You turning me in at eleven?”
“No. We’re going to a doctor in the morning. You and I will go over everything again now, I’ll write my report, then we’ll get some sleep. My boss wants it at eleven.”
“You’re staying?”
“Yeah. I don’t sleep much either. We’ll keep each other company.”
Brian nods and plops down on his bed. Lucky for me, there’s a second.
My phone shakes in my pocket and I pull it out to see Elliot’s name flashing on the screen. “Hey” I say as my eyes raise to Brian’s.
“I spoke to Justin. He told Amanda and she’s in hysterics. She’s blaming herself for everything. He says a lot of it is still her hormones being out of whack from the baby and they’re not getting a whole lot of sleep, but he and I are both worried about her.”
“Understand.”
“He’s there, he can hear?”
“Me, yes.”
“Okay, well, Justin wants to keep them in Florida until she calms down. She wants to come home now. She wants to see him.”
I sigh. “Not a good idea. I’ll be in touch about that.”
My eyes catch with Brian’s again and he widens his in question. I look away.
“You told my father we spoke?”
“Of course.”
“Yeah, thanks for that. The ass chewing that was meant for you, came my way. Call me when you can talk. Peace out, bro.”
Elliot disconnects the call and the heat of Brian’s stare forces me to look in his direction. “Amanda knows.”
Brian sadly acknowledges the information then retrieves the phone he’d put inside the drawer of the nightstand. “One, one, three, zero,” he says as he hands it to me. “I’ve never deleted anything between her and I. It’s all on there if you want to download it or something.”
I take the phone, unlock the screen, and begin to scroll through it.
I read a few of the texts first. Each one has Amanda asking him to leave her alone, stop contacting her, and her questioning how he knows her. So she really never did know it was her ex-husband. Not one text leads him on or encourages him to continue contacting her.
I scroll through his call log. There are thousands to Amanda’s number, some so short that I can only assume he hung up before her voicemail clicked on or she answered and hung up on him.
“Why didn’t she block your number?”
Brian shrugs. “I called her from other phones, guessing she figured it wasn’t worth it.”
“Hmm,” I hum, not loving that as an answer. If Amanda didn’t want to be bothered by her stalker, an easy fix would have been to block his number.
“What?”
“I don’t know. I can’t understand why she didn’t just block you.”
Knowing this is going to annoy me until I can get an answer I believe from Amanda herself, I give it up to look at her emails.
I raise my eyes from the screen and look at Brian. He looks nervous and guilty, embarrassed even.
“What are you reading? Are you on my social media?”
I wasn’t, but now he has me curious, so I close out his email and open his Facebook. The first thing I see has me understanding his demeanor, and for me, that’s not an easy task. “You sent her dick pics, dude?” I gag a bit. “Tell me this isn’t really your dick.”
“Why? Wh-Why should that not be my dick?”
I smile at my obviously well-endowed friend. “She didn’t recognize it?”
“I never thought of that I guess not. I mean, don’t they all look the same?”
I laugh. “Dude, I’ve learned that not everyone has this big of a dick.”
“Not everyone?”
“Yeah, I’m hung, but I did some research back in high school. It wasn’t well received in the gym locker room, so you shouldn’t try it. Just trust me, not all men are created equal.”
Brian laughs. I don’t think it’s at me as much as with me, but I need him to clarify anyway. After he assures me that he finds me funny in a good, not making fun of me way, we decide to call it a night.
I head into the bathroom and when I return, he’s looking through his phone. I extended my trust to see if he truly deserved it. I climb into my bed and turn to him when he sighs. “What’s the matter? And I need that back.”
“Oh, yeah, sure. I was just reading through the emails from my real account from when we were married. I don’t know what happened to us.”
Knowing we’d both most likely not be able to sleep anyway, I ask Brian if he wants to share what he’s reading. By the way the guy was sighing and choking back tears, I know society would prefer me to ask. I could honestly care less, but this is another one of those things I’ve learned to pretend to engage in…asking other people questions and listening to learn more about them. My teachers would be so proud. “You want to read that to me?” I ask.
Brian looks up, then back down at his phone to gauge if he should share the actual correspondence he’s currently reading between him and his ex-wife. “Yeah?” he asks. “You don’t seem like the kind of guy that would be romantic, and this is about a trip we took. It was romantic.”
I shrug. I’m not romantic. Well, with Jordan, maybe. She said I was, but I never saw it. But then, as Brian says his next words, I’m forced to remember the time that I was.
“Imagine a place where you could visit at any time of the year and always experience the magic of Christmas, I took Amanda there once.”
“What?” I ask snapping my head up to stare at the man as if Jordan planted him and this story right here in front of me to torture me with its sweet memory. “Where?”
“Christmas Land, it’s in the White Mountains.”
“A charming bed-and-breakfast nestled in New Hampshire,” I state.
Brian nods with a strange expression on his face and I remember that I tend to rattle off things, facts or information in a less than normal monotone voice. “I’ve been. I remembered what the brochure said.”
Brian brushes my oddity off and falls into the story of the time he took Amanda to the place where the spirit of Christmas is always kept in mind. I barely hear a word he utters over the next hour as I lie here on my bed and think of Jordan. When Brian says he’s tired and turns off the light, I couldn’t be happier to be alone in the dark with my thoughts as sleep takes over.
“What is this place?” Jordan excitedly inquires, her gifted mind, much like my own, always in search of information. “Holy shit! It’s the North Pole!”
I laugh. I know she’s not serious. I’ve been with enough women who would have been to know the difference. “No, it’s not the North Pole, baby. Come on, let’s head inside out of the cold. We’ll explore everything later, I promise.”
“Everything? Promise?” she asks with her hand cupping my ass like the naughty minx she is.
I remove her hand from my backside and bring it to my chest, covering my heart and placing my hand over hers. “Yes, everything. Now behave while I give them our name.”
We miraculously make our way through the fifteen-acre resort and inside the inn without freezing off any important body parts and waiting in the short line to check in.
Jordan’s eyes are wide with wonderment, the true meaning of Christmas something I’m just now beginning to understand as I watch her bounce on the balls of her feet with her eyes sparkling. She leans into my side and raises to her toes to whisper into my ear, “You can never again claim to not be romantic, Callan Black. Because this is the most romantic place in the whole wide world.”
“I’m glad you like it, baby.”
“Name, please,” the sweet older woman, who looks like Mrs. Clause’s sister asks.
“Black
,” I answer.
“Oh, yes. I see you right here. Mr. and Mrs. Black. Welcome to Christmas Land.”
Jordan sucks in a gulp of air as a huge smile crosses her face and she squeezes my hand much in the same way my classroom’s assistant teacher’s hand had done to me when I was little and struggled to sit through a story that hadn’t mattered to me. It’s comforting and keeps me from freaking out over how excited she is to be considered my wife.
“Thank you,” I say to the Mrs. Clause look-alike as I accept our room key that’s shaped like a candy cane.
On the way to the elevator, Jordan almost takes us to the floor when she surprises me and jumps on my back. Wrapping her legs around my middle so that I feel the heat from her pussy. She whispers into my ear, “I want you to stuff my stocking the second we get into the room.”
I growl as she makes me grow painfully hard in my jeans, shift myself for comfort, then charge ahead to get to our room as quickly as possible.
After an elevator ride with three other couples that felt like an eternity, we reach our door. I pull the candy cane shaped key from my pocket with Jordan still on my back and cough as we’re surrounded by the fragrance of peppermint and the sound of jingle bells.
“Oh, my God! That is so fucking cool!” Jordan exclaims. “When the door unlocks it smells like candy canes and jingle bells ring. I love this place Callan.”
“I’m glad you’re happy,” I say, even though a place like this would make me miserable if I were here with anyone else.
As I fling open the door, I miss the décor. I’m too busy kicking the door shut and dropping Jordan to her feet in front of me, only to then slam her back against the wall as my mouth seals over hers and my eyes slide closed. I groan at the first swipe into her mouth when she presses her hips against mine, her core rubbing against my cock that desperately wants out of my pants and into her tight pussy.
“Callan,” she breathes heavily as she pulls my T-shirt from my pants. Too short to get it over my head, I reach behind my neck and yank the garment off then flick at the snap on my jeans. “Yes. Talk dirty to me,” she begs. My girl enjoys my filthy mouth when we fuck.
I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head as she’s undoing the clasp to her bra. As her tits fall free, I lift them in my hands and suck a nipple into my mouth. “I going to fuck you so hard that everyone in this hotel is going to hear you screaming my name. Don’t hold back, tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.”
“Please, Cal. I need you. You make my pussy so wet. I can take it. Fuck me against the wall. I want all of it, now. Every inch of your big cock,” she begs as she grinds her pussy against me.
I sink to my knees and take her pants and panties with me. “I need to lick your pussy, Jor. I need your taste on my tongue. Show me how wet you are.”
Jordan’s fingers open her pussy as I lean back for a better view. As her pink perfection is exposed, my cock throbs. I shove my own pants off and watch as it springs free and bounces on my stomach. Then I dive in and feast on her.
My fingers replace hers and I spread her open for better access. My tongue swipes through her slick folds, and as her taste hits me, I grunt and thrust my hips into the air, wishing I were surrounded by her tightness.
Jordan sighs from the pleasure of my wet tongue sliding through her heat. Then she holds her breath for that perfect second when I suck her clit into my mouth.
“I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your clit. That feel good?”
“Yes. I’m close. Oh, my God, I’m already so close.”
I pull back and smile. I open her pussy again and gently blow on her there and watch as she shivers and tries to hold off her climax. My smart girl learned quickly that the longer she can wait it out, the stronger it’ll be when it hits, and she likes her orgasms hard.
I know exactly what to say to ramp her up so high that when she finally let’s go and comes, she’ll lose her mind. “Don’t make a sound until I tell you to… and if you do, I’m going to pause and wait until you can be quiet again, like a good little girl. You’ll either be quiet and come or make a sound and I’ll withhold your orgasm until you’re in tears begging to fuck my face. Now, stay still.”
Jordan looks down at me on my knees at her feet and nods.
I raise one of her legs and place it on my shoulder, then I clasp my mouth over her pussy and suckle at her sweet taste.
Her hands go silently into my hair, and she juts out her hips. My girl can be compliant when she’s in need of a good orgasm but she’s always a tad defiant too. Jordan can give me control when we have sex, but she still insists on pointing out that in the end, it’s really her that has me by my balls.
“I’m going to come on your face,” she warns as I feel her pussy searching for my cock, clenching, and so needy that her mouth is as dirty as mine.
Her hips begin to undulate and then she’s gone. Lost in the pleasure as her first orgasm tears through her body and she quakes, my name a whispered plea for more. If I didn’t have a hold on her, she’d be on the floor, her legs weak.
“I love it when you grind that little clit on me. I own this pretty, little pussy, don’t I, baby? Tell me I own this fucking pussy,” I demand as I pull back and let her watch me lick her pussy from my lips. “Mmm, so fucking sweet.”
Jordan takes a minute to gather herself back together. Once she does, she mounts me like a koala in the wild and I push her harder up against the wall while I slide her down onto my shaft, my hands palming her tight ass as my cock sinks deep inside her. “Oh, fuck.” I sigh when I’m fully seated. “You feel so good.”
My hands go to her face and I pull her lips to mine. Sealed in a heated kiss, I moan into her mouth as the familiar sensation tingles up my spine. Not wanting to come like this, I turn our bodies and march in the direction of the bedroom.
On the way, Jordan catches sight of the décor and stops me with an excited squeal. “The room is holiday-inspired?”
“Hmm?”
“Callan, stop for a second. Look. Did you request the Rudolph themed suite because you remembered it was my favorite holiday cartoon as a kid?”
I shrug because I’m sensing that admitting that might prove to my best friends, if they were to find out, that I am, in fact, a pussy. And they would find out because, by the way Jordan is responding to everything about this trip, she’s going to call her sisters as soon as she wakes after her final earth-shattering orgasm.
“Well, I didn’t think the Everything Nice theme was appropriate for us.”
She laughs then says, “Show me how wrong it would be.”
I fling her to the bed and try to ignore the reindeer motif as I stand to admire her for a second before I plan to fuck her into the mattress until neither of us can see his red nose lighting up. “You look so hot right now. You’re better than any fantasy I could ever come up with on my own.”
And then I climb atop her ready and waiting body, legs spread wide for me, and I guide my cock into her tightness, groaning with each inch.
Her nails claw at my back and I thrust deeper.
Her moans fill the air and I pump harder.
When she arches and warns me that she’s going to come again, I rear back and steady myself for my own climax. “I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than inside of you right now, Jordan. Come for me.”
Jordan cries out as I chant her name and praise her pussy, coming hard and deep inside her. Then she curls up like a warm kitten and pulls the blankets up to her chin. She’s half asleep before I have one foot on the floor.
“I’ll be right back to clean you up.”
“Mmm.” she sighs, motionless and content.
When I return from the bathroom, I find Jordan looking through the brochure for the resort. “They have a Journey to the North Pole train ride through the mountains. I’m sure you’ve made plans for that.”
Okay, so maybe I don’t hate this place
altogether. Because trains have been my jam since I was a little kid. I smirk at her. “Maybe.”
I startle awake the next morning. I must have been exhausted to have fallen asleep and stayed that way all night. Or I just needed time with Jordan because that dream had felt like the real thing and now, I miss her something fierce.
I look to my right and breathe a sigh of relief when I see that Brian managed to find sleep as well and was still out cold. Glancing at my watch, I know we have at least three hours before any doctor’s office is going to be accepting calls, so I decide to make one of my own. One that was a long time coming.
I dial Jordan’s number and wait as it rings.
“Damn it.” I sigh. “She’s probably asleep.” Then the thought, or with Tony, hits me and I curse. “Fuck!”
“Callan Black, what the fuck do you want at six in the morning, no less?”
“Jordan,” I breathe her name on a frustrated groan as her voice makes my cock harden and that’s the last thing I need to be dealing with right now.
“You better have a good fucking reason for, one, calling me at this time of night. And, two, for calling me at all, you asshole.”
I giggle like a teenaged girl. “It’s not night, baby. It’s six in the morning.”
“You know my feelings on that, it’s the middle of the fucking night and don’t you dare call me baby, Callan Black.”
The full name. I know what that means. When I was a child and my mother called me or my sister by our full names, we knew we’d gone a step too far and our father would be dealing with us when he got home, so I decide that changing the subject might be best. “Where are you? Are you back in the city?”
“Oh, you mean the cold, crowded concrete place I moved to for a guy that dumped me through a text? That city? The one that I am now at a school I didn’t want to be at for that same guy? That city, Callan?”
“Yeah,” I say in a quiet voice sounding as defeated as I feel. “That’s the one, but about…”
“There is no but. I gotta go.”
“No! Wait, Jor! Please hear me out. Just let me explain. I’ll need a few more days but then I can be back in the city and we can talk. Okay?”