Christmas Is for Lovers: 6 Hot Holiday Romances

by Box Set

  “That’s not fair! We’re limited with space in this car. There isn’t much you can do, baby, but you will undo your pants now and pull them down a bit.”

  Calvin followed my orders with a huge grin on his face. Undoing his belt he pulled down his pants, enough to release himself. He was already hard, but the vixen in me decided to please him first. He moved the seat back while I kneeled before him. By the look on his face, I could tell how surprised he was. I caressed his length with my fingers, and already I could see the excitement in his eyes as he anticipated what was to come. I gave him my most seductive look as I circled my tongue around the head of his cock. I stroke him a few times with my hand, before my mouth joined in. He hissed with pleasure and I knew he was loving my unplanned onslaught. He reached down and gripped my hair in his hands

  “Look at me, Iris; I want to see those beautiful blue eyes as you take all of me.” I tried to go deeper, but I couldn't take him all. He moaned as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.

  “I’m not coming in your mouth, Iris,” he continued. “The only place I’m coming is inside of you, in that tight pretty pussy of yours. Now, come on, climb up here, put your feet on each of my hips and lower yourself down onto me.” The vein in his forehead looked like it might explode, he was so aroused. I couldn’t resist any longer, I did exactly what he asked me to do. Thankful for my skirt, I pulled it up enough to move freely.

  God, I had missed this feeling of closeness. I lowered myself onto him, and I heard my skirt tearing in the process. It took me a moment to adjust, shivers rippled across my skin as I started moving slowly up and down. Eye to eye, I wanted to tell him how I felt, even though I suspected he already knew. He had that look in his eyes that I loved. Lust, the ferocity of emotion that laid deep within him. I knew then, he would give it to me hard. I got close to his mouth and claimed his lips. I wanted to be kissed by him as I was riding him. His tongue took possession of mine when I moaned.

  I tore my lips from his, struggling to catch my breath. “This is my first time in a car.”

  “I’m glad I am the lucky guy,” He moaned and pushed into me at the same time.

  The Escalade might be a spacious car, but the room we had to make love was limited. Calvin had an impressive body; built abs and chest and strong arms, and thankful for his strength to help me lift my weight off him with every thrust. I could feel the burn in my legs as I tried to keep up with his rhythm. Calvin enjoyed my little warm up, I could feel the urgency with each thrust. He was well ahead of me, I tried to catch up with him but I was getting worried too much that we might get caught. He slammed into me time after time approaching his apex. His hold on my hips tightened and his breathing became erratic. It started building up inside of me, but I knew it wouldn’t come in time and I was okay with that.

  “Come on, baby. Give it to me,” I urged him.

  He moaned. “Damn girl, you’re driving me crazy. You’re so… God, Iris.” He pushed into me one last time before his whole body convulsed. He groaned my name aloud and his body relaxed under mine. A sated man equals a happy man.

  “I don’t… I don’t think I’ll be able to drive. My legs are as bad as they get after a day at the gym. Fucking jelly.” He chuckled, completely out of breath.

  “I can drive.” I suggested, automatically knowing he would decline. Men and their toys.

  He looked at me and laughed. “Give me a couple of minutes. Damn, you took me by surprise. And hell, it was a great surprise!”

  We got to his place half an hour later. The day had turned out to be emotionally challenging. Learning about his past, then spending time with kids who were going through the same thing as Calvin had was emotionally draining. It touched my heart, he’d showed me his true self and I loved that about him.

  “Thank you for today, Calvin. Watching you with those kids was inspirational.” I paused. “I’m so sorry I watched the video. I knew I should have just waited for you to tell me when you were ready.” Hoping he would understand and forgive me.

  He shrugged, walking away from me to sit on the couch facing the Christmas tree. Calvin patted the place next to him, beckoning for me to sit. Sitting down next to him, and he slung an arm around my shoulders, drawing me closer. I breathed him in, his cologne becoming so addicting. Calvin didn’t say anything. Seeming lost in his thoughts.

  “It’s all out there on the internet, you could have seen it already. I was still trying to find the words to explain everything. The fact that you watched the interview made it easier on me, but it took away the opportunity for me to explain everything to you. I don’t want you to pity me – it’s the last thing I want. I’m happy now. Some days are tainted and dark, but most days, I’m doing pretty well. I’ve worked really hard for what I own now and working on all of this took away the pain.”

  The melancholy in his eyes told me this had to be a difficult thing for him to say. I wanted to hold him in my arms, I wanted to show him my love, all of it. I moved over him, straddled him. I ran my fingers along his cheek and I pressed myself against his chest holding him tightly. His heart was beating swiftly; I could feel it against my chest. “You are a brave, smart and beautiful man, Cal.” I murmured into the crook of his shoulder. “I’m really falling hard for you; you know that?”

  He nodded and adjusted his arms around me to hold me even tighter. We relaxed together, kissed and murmured sweet words to each other. I was dying to tell him my love for him but I wanted to wait, just a little while longer.

  “What do you want to do now?” he asked in a husky voice.

  “My only wish is to spend the night in your arms. That's all I want.” I didn’t need anything else.

  Calvin smiled. “That doesn't sound too bad at all.”

  “Can I ask you a question?” I knew he probably wouldn't like me to ask, but I was curious and a desire to know him better was pushing at me.

  “Sure.”

  “Why did you stop celebrating Christmas?”

  He sighed, staring down at his hands. “Because the night everything went downhill it was Christmas Eve. I lost both of my parents that night but I lost so much more than that. I became self-centered for a while. I studied really hard and worked almost full time to make ends meet. Then, I got a scholarship and things started to take off from that point, but every year, when it came to the holidays I wanted to be left alone. This is the first time in over ten years that I’ve spent the holidays with someone. That means a lot to me.”

  I nodded silently as I took in everything he’d said. “Thank you. It is an honor that you wanted to spend this time with me, knowing how difficult it is for you.” I reached up to kiss him, but it was obvious his mind was elsewhere.

  “Wait right here, I'll get us something to drink. I’m thirsty after such a physical workout.” Calvin winked.

  The heat returned to my cheeks as I recalled every detail of our car experiment. Krystal would never shut up about it, if she knew. I missed being able to talk to her. She’d be amazed when she found out what had been happening in the past few days.

  “That was very hot,” I yelled, loud enough for him to hear me in the kitchen.

  “You haven't seen anything yet.” His words were overflowing with promises he would no doubt keep. The vixen in me had yet to see everything he was capable of and I was waiting…not so patiently.

  My heart hitched for a beat or two. I believed him, because he had never let me down so far and each time the sexual tension between us was brought up a few notches. Noises came from the kitchen, the sounds of cabinets opening and closing and all the while he hummed the song, White Christmas. I stayed on the couch and listened to every sound he made. Maybe moving to New York City was actually the best thing I had ever done. If I had stayed home, I would still be moping around, thinking about Damien and getting drunk with my sister. Here, my life made sense. I was proud of everything I had achieved – even working in a fast food chain. It wasn’t my dream job but my first one in New York. But mostly, Calvin
had to be the biggest reason that made my decision to leave Florida worth it.

  “Have you ever cooked a traditional Christmas dinner? With a turkey and all the trimmings?” he asked when he returned from the kitchen.

  Shaking my head, not certain where the question was leading. Was he asking me to cook dinner tomorrow?

  Running his fingers through his blonde locks, he eyed me with a distressed look. “What do you think about cooking dinner together tomorrow? It’ll be a first for both of us? Please say yes, because if you don't, I'm screwed.” His chuckles won me over.

  I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Do you have a plan B?” I laughed at my own joke. “In case we burn the dinner or mess up the recipe.”

  Both of us laughed. I thought no matter the result, we would be okay, it couldn’t be that hard.

  “No, we don't need a plan B, we'll be alright.” He winked. “I could always eat you.” Calvin was very good at making me blush. I could tell he enjoyed it.

  “The turkey has to go in the oven early.” Hoping he catches the fact that we will be up early as well.

  “Okay, we can go back to bed afterwards.” Yeah, and I knew exactly what he had in mind.

  A short beep from my phone caught my attention. I grabbed my purse to pull my phone out. I had two text messages waiting to be read.

  Calvin Banks found love.

  From Zach, attached was a photo of Calvin and I from TMZ’s website, showing us kissing at Macy’s.

  “Shit.” I opened the second message.

  Calvin Banks?????? How come do I not know about this???

  “Double shit.” My sister never failed to read every gossip they post on the internet.

  I got up from the couch, needing a minute to think. Fucking paparazzi. Walking into the kitchen, I leaned back against the counter. Phone still in my hands, but I couldn't think of anything reasonable to tell Zach. The situation had gotten more complicated. I couldn’t deny that Calvin was showing me a new side of myself and I was beginning to fall for the way things were when I was with him. It wasn’t long ago though, that I found myself falling for Zach.

  I'm so sorry, Zach.

  Don't tell mom or dad, okay, Rose? It all happened really fast. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

  My phone buzzed again, twice in quick succession.

  It’s the same story repeating itself and besides, with his tongue down your throat, you don’t really look all that sorry.

  Damn, Zach!

  I love secrets.

  Of course, my sister loved it.

  Zach's message left me angry but he had a point. I enjoyed that kiss in front of Macy’s very much. I dialled his number out of anger even though I knew it could take a turn for the worst and regrets could follow.

  “Sugar.”

  “Zach… I don’t know what to say, but it would be a whole lot easier if we could stay on good terms. I know it isn’t fair to you, but I obviously didn’t plan any of this. Calvin’s a really nice guy,” I breathed in trying to keep the conversation smooth. “I’m free to spend time with him and whomever else I want to. You don't get to send me shitty messages if you don't agree. Calvin is nothing but sweet with me. Stop your jealous bullshit, it's only going to push me away.”

  “Do you want me to meet you at your dorm so we can talk this through like we used to?” It pissed me off even more that he would insinuate or even think that I would make out with him.

  “No. Besides, I'm not staying there for the holidays. I'll see you when school starts.”

  “Are you staying with him?”

  “It’s none of your business where I am staying. Goodbye, Zachary.” With trembling fingers, I pressed end. Fuck. I threw my phone on the marble countertop and hid my face in my hands. Small tears threatened to escape but I stopped it. I couldn't let Zach ruin my holiday or Calvin's.

  When I removed my hands from my face, I saw Calvin standing in the door way, concern written all over his beautiful face.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “The photos are out and I just had to deal with some of the repercussions.” I didn’t know if I should tell him about Zach. He knew who Zach was and I knew he felt some sort of competitiveness with him. And he still didn’t know what had happened between Zach and I, the same night we had gotten together.

  “Is everything okay?” He asked the question for a second time and I knew I had to give him some answers.

  “My sister saw the picture and she was asking why I hadn’t told her about you. And Zach saw a picture of us kissing at Macy’s and I guess he got …” I was trying to select the right word – jealous? Hurt?

  “Jealous?”

  “Maybe a little.”

  “What did he say to upset you?”

  “I said I was sorry, and he said I didn’t really look all that sorry with your tongue down my throat.”

  He furrowed his brow, looking irritated. “He’s a jealous prick, Iris. Don’t mind him.”

  “I know, but I don’t want him to ruin our evening.” I took the few steps separating us and encircled my arms around his neck. “Thank you for asking me to stay here with you. You have no idea how much I needed this.”

  “I do, actually.” I understood his words and all the meaning behind them. After all these years alone, he had finally let someone in and he’d chosen me.

  We spent the evening talking about our lives, while listening to some music on the stereo. Our lives were pretty different. We had a six-year age difference between us. He was born in New York City and I was born in the gulf coast of Florida. He grew up as an only child, while I grew up with a sister. Skipping the little detail about Rose being my twin. I wanted to see his reaction when he eventually met her. Growing up with an identical twin had its perks, but having the same questions asked about being identical twins, over and over again, got annoying after a while.

  “How did you get started in football?” I questioned.

  “In high school, I had a really difficult time dealing with my emotions. I was moody all the time and really, I didn’t know what to do with myself. One day, the football coach approached me when I was throwing the football around with a friend, saying they were down a player and he thought I had the potential to fill in.” He paused. “Do you mind going to bed? The joints in my legs are hurting and I’ need to lie down.”

  Nodding my agreement, we got to our feet and headed towards the bedroom while he continued. “Of course, I didn’t have money to afford the equipment. So, the coach lent me the equipment and I started to play for the varsity. From that moment on, I began feeling better about myself – I played really well and it relieved some of the anger I was struggling with. As time went on, I got noticed by recruiters and I received a full scholarship to college and then, well, you know the rest.”

  We’d reached the bedroom. Calvin undressed and laid down on the bed, opening his arms, inviting me to join him. I removed my ripped skirt and snuggled under the covers beside him.

  “Your coach gave you hope. Do you still talk to him?”

  “I do. Mrs. Lindell is his wife.” It all became clearer now. “Coach Lindell knew what I had dealt with at home, he wasn’t stupid, and he recognized the signs. He offered my mom some help, but she was too tied to my dad, too scared to leave. When my parents passed, I stayed with the Lindell’s for a while.”

  “What about Danielle?” I asked curiously, wondering how she fit into the picture.

  “Danielle has been my friend for a very long time. As you know, we dated. She always supported me, helped me, but there was a limit as to what she could do. We stayed friends throughout the years. She saw me at my worst and she also saw me at the prime of my career and she never judged me for the decisions I made or the stupid things I did. She understands me and still protects me.”

  I laughed, remembering what she’d told me. “She does. She told me not to waste my time around you.” I gave him a peck on the chin. “She warned me about you.”

  Calvin laughed too, sounding em
barrassed. “Did she, for real?”

  I nodded. “She didn’t know who I was to you, but when she realized we shared something, she said she was sorry. We’re all good now.”

  His laugh softened. “Like I said, she protects me.”

  Exhaustion caught up with us and we settled into sleep. With our legs intertwined and my head resting against his chest, I decided he was the best present I had ever received. A man who really cared for me.

  As the night went on, Calvin grew agitated in his sleep. He mumbled a few things, telling his father to stop. I comforted him the best I could, telling him I would protect him and that I was there now; he didn't have to worry any more. Brushing his hair back from his face, speaking softly to try and soothe him. I didn't get much sleep, as he was talking in his sleep or kicking his legs under the sheets as he tossed and turned restlessly. When the sun started to rise, I got up to prepare the turkey. Trying to cook in a foreign kitchen turned out to take a little longer than I’d expected. I figured by the time I got the turkey prepared, I must have opened every cabinet at least twenty times. Almost two hours later, the turkey was finally in the oven. Exhaustion was catching up with me, so I decided to go back to bed but before I did, I placed my gifts for Calvin under the tree. I couldn't wait for him to open them.

  Calvin was curled up in a ball in the bed. He said he didn’t want my pity, but watching him like this tore at my heart. As much as you can try to escape the past, it always finds you at some point and haunts you.

  “Calvin.” I whispered his name, wanting to distract him from his nightmares. He turned over without opening his eyes and wrapped his arms around me. His chest was pressed against my back and a few kisses tickled my neck as he snuggled against me.

  “I love you,” he said in a soft voice.

  I wanted to hear it again, if only to be certain I'd heard him correctly. My heart blossomed at the sound of the words and I wanted to say it back. I should have said it back, but instead, I cuddled closer and enjoyed the moment.

  In my dreams, the echo of those words was relentless. Had I wished that badly for him to love me and tell me? He had been showing me his affection since we first met. His smile, his smirks and the winks he’d thrown me while I worked at the restaurant. We had dealt with a series of bad luck, I knew he had wanted to be served by me, and destiny had always directed him to another cashier. Until that night, not so long ago, when he came to me at a very bad moment and he’d made it all better. Iris is a beautiful flower, an even prettier woman and a name I won't forget.