Jingle Balls: A Holiday Romantic Comedy Anthology

by Dylann Crush

  “Chelsea, wait.” Taylor called to me and was pushing his way through the crowd too.

  I was simply not up for apologies or excuses or whatever line he'd come up with in the last thirty seconds. I needed someplace I could go that he couldn't. But where? This was his club, he knew his way around and I didn't. I headed for the bar and of course Navy SEAL bartender was there, ready and waiting. He definitely had something to say to me, but I didn't give him a chance. “Where's the ladies’ room?”

  He frowned but pointed to the back wall and the shining neon sign that read 'Powder Room' in a flowery font. Perfect.

  I bolted for the bathroom and pushed into what could only be a total time warp. If this was a bathroom, it had been transported straight out of seventeen hundreds France. Plus, a woman who was clearly the Queen of all sat curled up with one of Eden's books on a plush chaise lounge with a box of Krispy Cremes.

  “Ah, I wondered who the first to freak out tonight would be.” She patted the velvet cushion next to her. “Come on over and have a seat. Donut?”

  4

  Cream-Filled Fun

  This was either a woman after my own heart or a Hanukkah miracle. I reached for a cream filled long john, considered my surroundings and grabbed a plain old cake donut instead. That was me in a breakfast pastry if there ever was one. Too sweet and boring at the same time.

  I didn't even get to take one bite of the comfort food before Eden burst in. “Chelsea, I'm super sorry if— ooh, are those donuts? Hi Angelina, I'm so glad you're here. Can you use your Yoda of the boudoir bathroom and talk some sense into my friend here?”

  Eden plopped down trapping me between her and Angelina. Of course, she took the long john.

  “No, mijo. My Yoda-ing days are over. If your friend doesn't want a good thing when it's offered to her, she's just going to have to miss out on the good stuff. Some of us learn to lie to ourselves and say that vanilla is fine even when we covet the chocolate cream filled.” Angelina glanced over at me and studied me for a second. “Or is it coffee cream-filled?”

  Were we still talking about donuts?

  Eden pointed her half-eaten treat at me, and I narrowly dodged a bit of the goo that splooged out. “Yeah. Why do you always pick the plain vanilla when I full-well know you want something more?”

  I didn't do that. Okay. I totally just did that, like actually in real life, like ten-seconds ago. But did I do it in other areas of my life? It was uncomfortable to even consider. Mostly because the answer was yes.

  Eden was on a roll and I wasn't going to get a word in edgewise until she got to say what she wanted. “You can't just go through life watching me getting the best thing on the planet and not take anything for yourself.”

  “I don't do that. I get plenty of the good stuff.” Umm, as long as we weren't talking about sex... or men... or sexy men.

  “Do you?” Eden tipped her head to one side and narrowed her eyes at me.

  I was ready to tell her off when Sawyer and Taylor poked their heads in. Taylor looked chagrined and that made me feel like a pile of poo. “Can I come in? I'm really sorry if I crossed a boundary. I know better. We should have talked and I should have got your consent to kiss you.”

  Ah, fuckmuffins. “No, Taylor, none of this is your fault. I didn't know this wasn't what I wanted.” My brain was warring with the other side of my brain because that wasn't exactly true.

  And Eden knew it. “You're straight up telling me that this isn't what you wanted?”

  She took a bite of her donut. No, what Eden did to that sugary fried dough couldn't be called a bite. She licked it up one side, down the other, stuck her tongue inside and sucked out a dollop of the cream and made moaning and groaning sounds the whole time. She took her damn sweet time nibbling her way into the ooey gooey center until she closed her eyes, pushed the whole thing into her mouth as far as it would go and closed her lips around it letting the filling ooze out around the sides of her mouth.

  I wasn't the only one who thought she'd just gone overboard. Sawyer's eyes were bugging right out of his head. Oh, wait. It wasn't because he thought she was crazy. The huge tent in the front of his pants said that.

  Eden blinked a few times, looked over at Sawyer, winked at him, then turned back to me, chewed and swallowed, then wiped the remains off her face and licked her fingers. “Mmm. That was so much fun, I think I'll do it again.”

  Her eyes flashed down to the box and up to challenge me.

  Oh, game on. I wanted that god-damned cream-filled donut. I wanted a lot of things I never took for myself.

  Before Eden could grab the remaining long john, I snagged it from the box and shoved the whole damn thing in my mouth. It was way more than I could actually choke down, but I didn't care. The end hung out of my mouth until I could chew and swallow the first half. I pushed the rest in and almost gagged on it.

  Taylor also choked and he had to wipe some drool away from his mouth. All because I took what I wanted, and I took it with gusto. There was no going back now.

  With that donut still hanging out of my mouth I crooked my finger at Taylor. If I could eat this calorie-laden, all the bad things I shouldn't eat, sugary-ass pasty, I could eat Taylor too. I almost snorted out the donut at that thought.

  Taylor groaned and crossed over to me. He knelt down on the floor in front of me, pushing his way between my knees. “I'm at your service. Tell me what you want, what you like. I swear I'll do my best to make you happy.”

  Crap. The funny game just got serious. I quickly chewed the rest of the damn donut and swallowed hard.

  Sawyer grabbed Eden, kissed some cream off her face and swatted her on the butt. “Come on, dirty girl. Let me show you the kind of cream I like.”

  Angelina winked at me, grabbed one more donut from the box and exited the fancy bathroom too.

  Taylor didn't move. He was waiting for me and now none of this was for show, it wasn't fun and games and I needed to choose. Take what I wanted from him, from life or stay the unhappy not so dirty thirty-something who was scared of rejection.

  Why wouldn't I be scared? The whole damn world had rejected me. High school boys had either viewed me with derision or placed me firmly in the friend zone. The guys I went to college with who hadn't dismissed me as a romantic interest outright had been wham bam thank you ma'am relationships.

  I learned my lessons early. Guys don't make passes at girls with fat asses.

  Except Taylor had.

  He'd been flirting with me since the first day I walked into the Mean Bean. I simply refused to believe he would ever be interested in me. But the look on his face right now, eyes filled with lust and longing, the same feelings buried deep in my heart, flowed from him like the richest nitro brew.

  That was something I couldn't resist even if I was scared it would be bittersweet.

  If I didn't try a taste, I'd never find out how good it could all be.

  5

  Curve Balls Are The Second Best Balls

  I licked my lips, stalling for just one more second, working up the nerve to finally put myself out there. Taylor reached up and ran his thumb over my lip and came away with a dab of the cream filling. I thought he'd suck it into his own mouth, but he surprised me and pushed the very edge of his thumb against my bottom lip, asking to be let in. He was asking me a whole lot more than that.

  I licked the tip of his thumb and grabbed his hand, so I could suck his whole finger into my mouth.

  “Chelsea, don't do anything you don't want.”

  Time to finally be brave. “I want you, Taylor.”

  “I want you too, so fucking bad. I promise to go slower if you want me to. I was just so damn excited back there and I went a little crazy.”

  “You went the right amount of crazy. I was there too. But then I got all up in my head and... I'm sorry. I have a hard time believing that anyone could be interested in me and I'm going to work on that.” The words poured from me out of control and I bit my lip to stop them.

  “I un
derstand that, Chels. I never know if people are interested in me for me, my coffee, or my money. I want someone who wants me for me. I think you do too.”

  Well that was a curve ball out of nowhere.

  His money? Did baristas make like, really good tips or something. Oh God, was I a horrible tipper? And yes, I was avoiding the whole wanting somebody for me thing. Because that hit the donut on the head, squashing out all the squishy feels out. Ew.

  Taylor laughed and ran his knuckles along my cheek, and I was sure he could feel the heat pouring out of me. “See, that's what I like about you. All your emotions are right on your face. It's one of the things that drew me to you from the beginning.”

  “You were drawn to me?” I scrunched up my face and looked up at the ceiling. “Shoot, sorry, I just did it again.”

  “Babe. It's okay.” Taylor put his hands on my knees. “I get it. I don't tell people about my ridiculous inheritance because then they look at me differently. I don't tell them I own the Mean Bean for fun. I certainly don't tell them who my family is, so they don't freak out. But I have a feeling if I confided in you every single one of those details, you wouldn't care.”

  All kinds of zings went through my body thinking about where his hands could go next. Who cared who his family was? I didn't have a major crush on them. I liked Taylor the latte boy. “Umm, I'm not even gonna ask. I don't need to know. I just want you to understand that I really like you and if you like me too, I'm hoping we could start all over again.”

  “Oh yes. We can start anything you want.” His voice went all husky and his eyes got a sparkle that made my stomach go all squirrelly. “I'll do it right this time around. Tell me your boundaries, what you like, what you don't like and—”

  “In a minute, first will you kiss me again like you did out there?” I grabbed Taylor around the shoulders and pulled him to me.

  “As you wish, mistress.”

  Even before his lips hit mine those words sent a fire through me that I didn't even realize needed a spark. I'd never imagined myself as a Dominatrix, but I would so love to tie Taylor to my bed and have my way with him. But only if he would then later do the same with me.

  This kiss was not quite the same as our first one, and I wouldn't have it any other way. He brushed his lips gently across mine, so softly that I could barely feel more than his breath. It tickled in the most sensual way and I gasped when his tongue slipped out and licked along the seam of my lips.

  “You like to be teased, don't you?” His lips moved across mine saying those words.

  “I didn't know I did, but yes. Tease me, Taylor.”

  He licked his way down my neck, across my chest and slowly peeled this ridiculous dress off of me.

  “God, I've dreamt about seeing your tits. I'm going to spend hours worshipping this nipple here.” He sucked me into his mouth, and I groaned so loud I had to cover my mouth to keep the whole place from hearing me. “And then I'm going to spend an equal amount of time worshipping this nipple right here.”

  My brain cells were frying with each lick, suck, and kiss. How in the world had I let myself miss out on all of this? We weren't even being that kinky, unless you count getting busy in the bathroom where anyone could walk in on us.

  “Then I'm going to spend double the amount of time with my face between these delicious thighs.” He pushed my skirt up around my waist and ran his tongue along the inside of my leg. “Tell me you want that, mistress. Tell me to get you off with my tongue right here, right now.”

  Ooh. Taylor's kink was showing and while I was going to have to figure mine out, this one was going to the top of my list. I pushed my fingers into his hair and did the bravest thing I'd ever done. I ignored the fact that I had cellulite, that my thighs touched unless I spread them wide, and that I was pretty sure I had a fupa. I ignored all the mean girls screaming in my head that a hot guy like Taylor would freak out and run away the second he saw all those things, and I pushed his head down between my legs.

  “Yes, Taylor. Get me off, use your tongue and your lips and your whole damn face to make me feel good. Right here. Right now.”

  Taylor growled low and it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. Must be because he'd just discovered that Eden insisted I left my panties at home tonight.

  He followed my instructions so well that I went from wet to coming in about two minutes. He was a god with his tongue, and I was so going to make sure he knew it. Just as soon as I remembered how to talk.

  Then he made me come again and I forgot my name.

  While I recovered, Taylor popped up with a grin on his face and licked his lips. Then he came in for another kiss and I licked his lips too. “You're delicious, aren't you, mistress?”

  Check for kink number two of the night. Oral had never been this much fun before. “Yes, and now it's my turn to see how delicious you are. Drop those Santa shorts and let me get a taste of you.”

  “Yes, ma'am.” He pushed those red satin boxers down his thighs and a dick the size of a quadruple shot venti stood straight out, waiting especially for me.

  I licked my own lips and smiled up at Taylor. “Come on over here and let me jingle your balls, latte boy.”

  He laughed. “It's for a good cause, you know.”

  I did know. The Ball was going on my list for continued donations throughout the year. Because without the Jingle Balls Ball, I would have never taken a chance and gotten everything I ever dreamed of and more.

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  Part II

  I Told You So

  By Serena Bell

  About… I Told You So

  He wants a do over. She’s pretending they’ve never met.

  All Phaedra Wallerk wants is to guard her broken heart and be the perfect maid of honor. Until she spots the best man. She remembers him—and the magical way he swiveled his hips—from a night of incredible sex. Now he wants a chance to get to know her, even though she took off after their encounter like she’d left the stove on at home. But Phaedra is done with all of it: love, sex, and second chances.

  Mack Ferrier can’t get Phaedra out of his head, not since the night she caught his eye with her flame-red hair—and then set fire to his sheets. He can’t believe his luck in finding her again, and doubly so when fate sends them on a road trip together. He’s ready to remind her of the sparks they gener
ated … except Phaedra’s determined to treat him like a stranger …

  1

  Phaedra Wallerk had been waiting for this moment. And not in the I-can’t-wait way. In the oh-shit-yeah-I-knew-this-was-gonna-happen way.

  Phae and her Aunt Vivian stood in the lobby of the Cape House hotel, waiting for Vivian’s fiancé to join them so they could start Aunt Vivian’s wedding rehearsal. The day had been busy, busy, busy. They’d finalized a few last minute choices with the wedding planner, and worked with her and the hotel’s owner to put up the wedding decorations in the hotel’s charming lobby, and then they’d set out on a mission into the tiny beach town of Tierney Bay to find a few spare pairs of nude pantyhose, which wasn’t easy, because no one wore stockings at the beach.

  Now Phae found herself taking a deep breath for the first time in what felt like hours. She sighed it out, maybe a bit too heavily, because when she turned to look at her aunt, Vivi was looking back with warmth—and pity.

  “Oh, honey,” her aunt said. “You’re being so brave and wonderful. And I’m sorry for doing this to you—”

  “No!” This was what Phaedra had been waiting for—dreading, really. It was exactly the conversation she didn’t want to have. She did not want her aunt to feel guilty, or to give any thought to Phae’s feelings at all. “Don’t be sorry, Aunt Vivi. I am totally, one hundred percent, fine.”

  “Darling,” Vivi said, peering closer. “Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive.” From somewhere in the depths of her soul, she dredged up one perfect, genuine smile.