by MINK
At the diner, we clear our plates pretty quickly. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. The bell over the diner door goes off, and a group of girls walk in. They take a booth not too far from us. I wouldn’t have paid them any mind, but I notice they are staring at Mac.
I don’t like it. Not one bit. He’s already nicknamed me. That should make us boyfriend and girlfriend. He’s mine. At least in my mind he is.
“What’s wrong?” Mac asks, pulling out his money before dropping a bunch onto the table. I go for my purse, wanting to put in my share. “Don’t even think about it, lil bit.”
I quickly pull my hand out of my purse.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see one of the girls walking toward our table. I don’t miss the extra sway she puts into her hips as she passes by. Mac doesn’t give her so much as a glance; his eyes never leave mine.
“Lil bit. What’s wrong?” he asks again. “Besides the whole you killing Santa thing and the fact that you may have ruined Christmas.” He smirks.
My mouth drops open for a moment before I burst into laughter. He stands from the booth and offers me his hand. I take it. He pulls me up and into his arms, wrapping them around me tight.
“I’m going to fix this somehow,” I mumble into his hard chest. I know that I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure there’s a Christmas this year.
“We’re going to fix this.” I tilt my head back to look up at him. He drops a kiss onto my lips. I smile against his mouth when I hear the girls’ jealous comments. I can’t even be mad at them right now, because if I were in their shoes, I’d be lusting after Mac too. I mean, I did break his mailbox on purpose in order to get his attention. So who am I to judge anyone else?
It doesn't take us long to get back home. As soon as I enter the house, I go over to the kitchen counter and snag the Santa hat off it.
“This isn't possible.” I shake the hat in the air. “Even if I did know someone who fit the description that Cinnamon Stick gave earlier, how the heck would I get them to believe me without thinking I’m a total nutcase?” I glare at the hat. “I don’t have the suggested traits they want in a Santa, but here goes nothing.”
I put the hat on myself. I sit there and wait for something, hoping that glitter will shoot out or something. I don’t even care if it’s only the jingle phone thing that goes off. I need some kind of sign here. But nothing happens.
Mac looks down at me. “It looks cute on you.” He grabs the white ball at the end of the hat, pulling it off my head and dropping it onto the sofa. I plop down next to it, feeling defeated. “Maybe it’ll fit you?” I reach for it.
“Lil bit.” He says my pet name with a deep rumble in his voice.
When I look up, he’s gazing down at me with a look in his eyes that sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. “Wh—um, what?”
“I think we need to talk.”
Wow, that phrase is a cold bucket of water.
He tosses the hat to the coffee table and sits beside me, my couch groaning under his weight. “I know some crazy stuff is going on right now, but I’ve got your back.”
I squeeze his fingers. “I know.”
He clears his throat. “I’ve always had your back. Always. From the moment I saw you.”
I cock my head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, lil bit, that ever since I first set eyes on you, I’ve known you’re something special.” He leans in and kisses me, his lips firm and warm and everything I’ve ever wanted.
Maybe I’m moving too fast, especially when there’s so much weirdness swirling around me, but when he kisses me like this—like we’re already bound together—I melt. In fact, I’m melting right now, my body pressing to his and my thighs going up in flames.
He groans into my mouth as he pulls me into his lap. His tongue is working wonders against mine, massaging and stoking my need for him.
Before I know it, he’s lifting me and carrying me to my bed. He lays me down and climbs on top of me, holding himself up on his elbows as he continues kissing me.
I pull him down to me.
“Lil bit, I’m too big. I don’t want to hur—”
“Don’t be scared. You won’t hurt me.” I move my hips, inviting him closer. “Please, Mac.”
“Damn, lil bit.” He kisses me again and rests his hips between my thighs. When I feel how long, hard, and thick he is, I dig my nails into his shoulders. I’m not sure how he’s going to fit inside me, but I definitely want to find out.
One of his hands grazes down my side, and when he cups my breast, I moan. His hips move against me, hitting my clit perfectly and sending heat coursing through me.
“You feel so good. Better than I even imagined.”
“You’ve imagined?” I breathe as he kisses down my neck.
“So many times, so many ways.”
“Oh my God.” I arch, my body lighting up as he tells me his secrets.
“I’ve always wanted you like this, underneath me, moaning.” He sucks my nipple through my shirt.
I can’t stop my moans, the way my hips rise to meet his, and the wetness I feel between my thighs.
He backs up onto his knees and reaches down, stripping off my shirt with ease. I reach to unhook my bra, then toss that aside.
Staring down at me, he palms both my breasts and twists the nipples.
“Mac.” I gasp.
“So fucking beautiful, lil bit.” He licks his lips and runs his hands down my stomach to the waist of my leggings. With a pull, he strips them and my panties off.
When he looks down at my sex, I feel so sexy and turned on that I open my legs for him to see it all.
His low growl goes straight to my clit, and when he drops to his knees and fastens his mouth to my pussy, I arch off the bed. He presses my thighs apart with his broad shoulders, and he doesn’t waste any time feasting on me.
I can’t understand this much pleasure. My brain stops working, and I become nothing but need. Each swipe of his tongue, each tease of my clit—he’s working me as I pant and moan. When he presses a finger inside me, I practically howl with need.
“More, Mac. Please, don’t stop.”
“Never, lil bit. I’ll never stop.” He tongues my clit again, whipping across it as he adds another finger, stretching me as he gives me every bit of the sensation I need.
I come all at once, my body simply unable to hold the pleasure any longer. My moan is long and low, and I pepper it with his name. My body tightens and unfurls, each wave of bliss rolling through me as Mac keeps the pressure on.
I gasp in a breath and try to close my thighs, but Mac isn’t having it. His tongue strokes more slowly, my too-sensitive flesh still desperate for his touch.
When he finally looks up and kisses my sex softly, I look down at him, and for some reason, the truth rolls off my tongue. “I’ve always wanted you, too.”
The smile that lights up his whole face warms my heart.
“I want all of you, Mac. Show me.” I reach for his shirt.
He takes my hand, kisses my palm, then stands. With a deep breath, he reaches for the hem of his shirt.
And he takes it off.
My mouth goes dry.
And when he drops his pants and I get a full view of his thick cock, I make a small, strangled noise of surprise and lick my lips. Let’s do this.
13
Mac
Is that fear in her eyes? Fuck. I don’t want to scare her, and I absolutely don’t want to hurt her.
“Wow.” She scoots to the edge of the bed.
Wow? A guy could get used to that.
She reaches out and grips my cock.
I jerk. “Lil bit.”
“It’s so big.” She leans closer, her breath grazing my head.
I run my fingers through her hair. “You want to taste it?”
“Yes.” She licks me before I even know what she’s doing.
I groan, my body tightening even more when I feel her warm tongue teasing at my cock. “Lil bi
t, you shouldn’t—” I grit my teeth when she wraps her mouth around my head.
She moves her small hand up and down my shaft, slowly feeling me out as she sucks my tip. Looking down at her, I can’t seem to catch my breath. She’s a gorgeous temptress, her eyes locked with mine as she tongues my cock.
Pulling back, she asks, “Like this?” Then she takes me farther into her mouth.
I grip her hair, and my hips move forward.
She gags, her eyes watering, but she doesn’t stop.
I get even harder. “You are so fucking hot, lil bit.”
She moans around my cock and reaches between her legs.
“Stroking yourself for me?” I pull her farther onto my cock. She takes it, one hand at the base of my shaft, her other between her thick thighs.
Her tongue teases and taunts, rolling around my cock head as she takes me deeper. When I hit the roof of her mouth, I groan at her soft heat, the delicious pressure of her lips.
“If you keep this up, I won’t last,” I warn her.
She doesn’t stop. Her head moves faster as I thrust with my hips. Everything she’s doing feels amazing, but it’s her eyes that threaten to send me over the cliff. Those sexy eyes watching me as I fuck her mouth.
That’s it. “I’m about to come.” I pull back, but she follows, keeping me in her mouth. The pleasure roars through my veins and centers in my cock.
My body contracts, and then I come with a harsh bark, my cock spurting into her hot mouth as I stare down at her. She pulls back a little, but still doesn’t release me, and I feel the pressure of her swallowing, drinking me down as I finish on her tongue. The orgasm rocks me to my core, my release never hitting this hard in my life.
And then she moans around me, her body shuddering as she comes. Still sucking my cock, still gazing up at me as pleasure rolls through her. I never want this to end. Our connection is electric, my need to be inside her like a hammer in my skull. I want all of her, every last bit.
When she pops my cock out of her mouth, she uses her tongue on my head.
“Fuck, Lil bit. Your mouth is—” I can’t think of a word. Not for the sexy woman gazing up at me with open adoration.
Reaching down, I grab her hand and pull it to my lips, tasting her release on her fingertips. My cock is at half-mast, but it’s already rallying. How could it not when my Jocelyn is quivering and ready for me, her wet cunt begging for every inch I can give her?
“Was that okay?” she asks, her cheeks a beautiful pink.
“Okay?” I almost laugh. Instead, I lift her to the center of the bed and climb between her thighs. My hardening cock rests against her wet heat, and I want nothing more than to plunge inside her.
She bites her lip. “So kind of okay?”
“You are amazing.” I kiss her softly, but it quickly turns more urgent as I rub against her pussy.
She moans and nibbles my bottom lip. “Mac,” she breathes.
I love the way she says my name. So fucking sexy.
“I want you.” Her voice is almost a whimper.
“All of me?” I move against her, sliding in her wetness and making my muscles tense with need.
“Yes.” She moves her hips, trying to slip me inside.
“This is it, lil bit. You give me all of you, and you’re mine. Do you understand?” I press my forehead to hers. “I don’t share, and I’ll never let you go. This is forever.”
“Forever?” Her eyes water. “Do you promise?”
I smile, loving the hopefulness in her tone. “Yes.”
She smiles, too, her face brightening. “Then yes.”
I kiss her and line myself up with her entrance. I never want to hurt her, so I’ll take it slow.
I’m about to push inside her slick walls when the loud sound of bells cuts through the room and startles the both of us.
14
Jocelyn
“No!” I wrap myself around Mac, not wanting him to go anywhere. Why is Cinnamon Stick trying to ruin everything for me? “Ignore it.” My voice doesn't sound like my own right now. I pull Mac’s mouth back to mine before he can say anything. He kisses me, ignoring the sound of the ringing bells. When I find the new Santa, I’m going to have that bothersome elf fired!
I moan into Mac’s mouth as he starts to make shallow thrusts against me, his cock just barely slipping inside. My body is still buzzing from all of the orgasms he’s already given me. I had no idea this kind of pleasure existed in the world.
This is finally going to happen. How many times have I dreamed of this moment? Mac wants me. I’m not sure how I didn't see it before now. The more time I spent with him out in public the more I could see how different he looks at everyone else compared to when those eyes of his land on me.
The ringing starts again but louder this time. I swear I’m going to crush that jingle phone, and Cinnamon Stick is pushing his luck too. Mac pulls his mouth from mine. His breathing is heavy, and I can tell he’s fighting his self-control.
“We’re not doing it like this.” He shifts, making his cock slip free of me. I whimper at the loss.
“No, it’s fine. Let’s ignore the phone, and you keep doing what you were doing.” I push, but he shakes his head. I know his control is razor-thin at this point. All it would take would be for me to give him a little nudge. Then he’d break and give me what I want.
“When I take you it’s not going to be in a hurry, lil bit. I’m going to take my time. I’m going to savor each and every inch of you. I told you this is forever. We don’t have to rush.”
Damn. He’s right. I also think I’m in love with this man.
“Okay,” I agree. He presses his mouth against mine for one last kiss before he pulls himself from the bed. I let out a sigh as I watch him get dressed. His eyes remain on me the entire time. I still can’t believe that he’s wanted me all this time. We could have been doing this forever ago. I laugh to myself thinking about how I wasted all that time coming up with these elaborate plans so I could spend time with him. At least now we’re on the same page.
For a moment I thought we might be moving too fast, but really we’ve been dancing around each other for too long as it is. He bends down and grabs my clothes off the floor for me. I’m not surprised when Mac helps me get dressed.
I rest my head on his chest for a moment, forgetting about the bells that keep ringing and stopping. It’s nice to have someone here with me. I didn't realize how lonely I’ve been until now.
“Since you’re, like, my boyfriend, will you kick Cinnamon Stick’s ass for me?”
“I don’t think there’s much I wouldn't do if you asked me.”
I look up at him. The words I love you hang on the tip of my tongue. Before I can debate blurting them out, the bells start again. Mac kisses the top of my head, then walks toward my dresser.
“It’s coming from in here.”
I shrug.
He opens the top drawer and pulls out a sparkling phone, the edges lit up in green, red, and white mini-bulbs, and the screen bearing a photo of a Christmas tree.
“That’s definitely a Jingle Phone.”
He takes a deep breath before he answers it, then puts it on speaker.
“I see you still don’t have a Santa.” Cinnamon Stick is nothing short of petulant.
I roll my eyes and let myself fall back onto the bed.
“You calling nonstop isn't helping,” Mac growls into the phone.
“We’re running out of time.” Cinnamon snaps back. “The children.”
“She doesn't need your added stress. We’re working on it.”
Cinnamon Stick clicks his tongue as though he doesn’t believe we’re trying hard enough.
“Is that really what you two are doing? ‘Working on it’?” My face warms at Cinnamon Stick’s question.
Mac glares at the Jingle Phone. “Listen here, you little—”
I jump up and grab the phone from Mac.
“You can’t talk to elves like that,” I scold.
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bsp; His lips twitch. “You wanted me to kick his ass two minutes ago.” Oh yeah. He’s right.
Mac takes the phone back from my hand.
“Are you two done? The workshop is already getting behind. I’ve got my hands full with managing in Santa’s absence. This is—”
“Lil bit and I are far from done.”
I melt into Mac’s chest. He wraps an arm around me. “We’re working on it. If you don’t stop calling my girl every five minutes, I’ll fly up to the North Pole and break all of your fingers. You won’t be calling anyone then.” Mac ends the call on that note before tossing the phone onto the bed.
“That was hot,” I breathe out.
There might be something wrong with me. Whenever he talks about ending people for me or hurting them because they’re bothering me, I get turned on. I lick my bottom lip. His gaze, growing heated, follows the movement.
I want to continue what we started, but the Jingle Phone is sparkling and blinking on the bed. It can’t be ignored.
“We need to find a Santa.” The faster we do that, the faster we can be back in bed together. I wonder if Mac and I will spend Christmas together. Crap. I’ll need to get a gift for him. I should make us a couples Christmas ornament. I wonder if he plans on staying the night at my place on Christmas Eve, or will I stay here?
“Focus, lil bit.” He gives my butt a small smack to bring me back to the now.
“Right! We need to find a Santa.” I start wracking my mind on how to find a new one. I’m about to give up when the best idea hits me.
“I got it!” I hop up from the sofa and make a dash for my bag. I pull out my phone that only got a small crack in the corner when I threw it out the window earlier. It doesn't go unnoticed by me that I have 20 missed calls from Cinnamon Stick from earlier. So it’s working. I was sure it was going to be ruined, but thankfully it landed on a patch of snow-covered grass. I quickly start searching the internet.
“I could sign up for a dating app! It’s perfect. I can put all the attributes that I’m looking for, and then once it matches me to some guys, I’ll have them come over. Then I can screen them. Taking the time constraints into consideration, I could pick the one that has the best qualifications.” If all else fails, I could randomly shove the hat on someone.
