Naughty & Nice: A MFM Christmas Romance (Surrender to Them Book 7)

by Kelli Callahan

  “I guess I should give Dad a call. He’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t get daily updates on our wonderful mall adventures in the red suit.” I reached over and picked up my cell phone.

  Dad had just gotten settled into the house he rented when his gallbladder started acting up. We were planning to come straight to Georgia and our Mom was going to join us once her Christmas vacation started. Instead, he had to fly back to Minneapolis for the surgery and she was spending her vacation taking care of him. We weren’t even going to be able to see them until Christmas Eve, and we still had a shift at the mall before we could fly out. The airport was going to be a nightmare, and I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I wasn’t going to spend Christmas away from my parents. Once we graduated from college and found jobs, it might be difficult to get home every year—especially if we settled down somewhere and got married.

  But I’m not ready to settle down yet—I just want to get laid at least once on this fucking vacation.

  The second I saw Holly, I couldn’t help but stare. She was beautiful. I was so overwhelmed by her beauty that I barely got out an awkward greeting before she walked past me. Fate had other plans, or maybe it was a Christmas miracle paying me back for listening to brats rattle out their lists for six hours a day. Not that her accident was a good thing—except that it gave me an opportunity to help her up and convince her to go to the food court with me. I just had to figure out how to convince her that her injured leg would heal a lot faster if it was pointed at the ceiling. She was everything I had been craving since I stepped off the plane in Georgia and saw how ripe the peaches were. They were begging to be plucked from the vine, and I was just the guy to do it. I’d even let my twin brother have a few of them if he wanted.

  “Alright, do you want some food? I’m starving.” I looked over at the line of restaurants. “I was just about to head over here and grab bite to eat.”

  “If I’m going to be here for a little bit, I might as well have an early dinner.” Holly reached into her purse. “Where are you going? I’ll grab something there.”

  “You pick the place—and it’s my treat.” I put my hand on her arm to keep her from pulling out her wallet.

  “Thank you.” She looked down at my hand and I saw her eyes light up a little bit. “How about a bacon cheeseburger and some fries from Wendy’s?”

  “Coming right, do you want a drink?” I moved my hand away from her arm, but not before letting it trace a few inches of her skin.

  “Sure, I’ll have a Coke Zero.” She nodded quickly and a smile spread across her face.

  “You got it.” I tapped the table a couple of times and started walking towards Wendy’s.

  Holly wasn’t just beautiful—she was smoking hot. I wouldn’t have been surprised if my hand caught on fire after I touched her. I wanted to do a lot more than touch—I wanted to savor, devour, and spend all night making her scream. Considering that she had a vibrator in her bag from Spencer’s, I assumed she needed the same thing I did. I didn’t believe it was a Dirty Santa gift for a second—not after I saw her blush. She needed something much better than a vibrator and I was just the guy to give it to her.

  My sex drive was through the roof. It certainly didn’t help that it had been a slow semester for me and my bed was ice cold by the time we left for our break. The classes had gotten a little grueling and we needed to make top grades if we wanted to get into a good law school after we graduated. That was my plan anyway. Zach was still indecisive about law school and leaning more towards a career in advertising. I hoped he would decide to join me so we could keep the party going for a few more years.

  “Welcome to Wendy’s, what can I get for you today?” The girl at the register smiled when I approached.

  I rattled off Holly’s order and ordered a chicken sandwich combo for myself. I glanced back at the table a few times while I waited for the food and a couple of times, I saw Holly quickly look away. She was staring. That was a damn good sign. I wouldn’t be able to close the deal before I had to switch places with Zach, but I could at least get her worked up a little bit and get her phone number. She was going to be in my bed as soon as I was done at the mall—I could just feel it. I got our food and walked back to the table, making eye contact every time she looked up. I could see the nervousness in her body language, but there was something deeper than that in her eyes. It practically screamed for me to make a move—I just wished I didn’t have to work because I was pretty sure it was going to be an extremely long shift if I was thinking about her gorgeous curves all night.

  “Alright, here you go. Make sure you eat everything, you’re going to need that energy later.” I sat down across from her and grinned.

  “I’m just heading home to watch television.” She shrugged and took a sip of her soda.

  “Yeah, but as soon as I get off work you’re coming over to my place so I can make you cum a lot harder than that vibrator ever could.” My grin got a little wider and I winked at her.

  “What!?” She nearly choked on her soda and grabbed a napkin when some drizzled down her chin.

  “Don’t play games. I saw the way you looked at me earlier. You can’t wait for me to talk you out of your panties.” I picked up my drink and took a sip.

  “Wow, you’re—very forward.” She scooted her chair back a little bit and swallowed hard.

  “I know what I want and I don’t waste any time, baby.” I put my drink down and grinned again. “Why fight it? You want the same thing I do.”

  “I should probably be going.” She turned and started to stand.

  “Come on, don’t leave.” I reached out took her hand. “At least eat your food.”

  Fuck, maybe I went a little too far. I’m not usually this bad at reading someone.

  “Okay.” She settled back her seat and picked up her cheeseburger. “Only because it’s rude to waste food that someone bought for you—even if they do think a trip to the food court is an actual date that should end in the bedroom.”

  “This isn’t a date.” I scoffed and shook my head. “This is just two people eating some delicious fast food and making plans for dessert—that won’t be served in the food court, trust me.”

  “I don’t do dessert.” She shook her head and narrowed her eyes.

  Her body language seemed to lose the nervousness that it had when I walked back to the table. It wasn’t necessarily disinterest, but I could tell that I made her uncomfortable. I mentally kicked myself for taking it too far. Leave it to me to screw up the first chance I had to actually get laid in Georgia by acting like a horny teenager. I tried to be a little more charming and lay off the innuendos—or just straight up assumptions—as we continued to eat. She warmed up a little bit, especially after I told her that I didn’t have a girlfriend, and by the time she finished her food, she was actually laughing. That was a very good sign. I was going to have to play it a little slower than I wanted, but I wasn’t ready to give up. She was pretty good company and made me laugh a few times too. It definitely took my mind off the six-hour shift I had ahead of me in the red suit.

  “Okay, I really should be going now. Thank you for dinner.” She smiled and reached for her purse.

  “Let me get your phone number at least.” I picked up my cell phone. “Please?”

  “Well—since you said please.” She reached over and took my phone. “If you send me a dick-pic though—I’m blocking your number on the spot.”

  “I won’t, I promise.” I chuckled under my breath and waited for her to hand me my phone back, but she was typing something that was longer than just a phone number.

  I want you to see the real thing, not a picture.

  “Okay, there you go. Bye!” She stood, grimaced when she put weight on her injured leg, but then started walking away without any issues once she put my phone down on the table.

  “Bye.” I picked up my phone and my mouth fell open when I read the message she typed into the notes section.

  Dear Santa,

  Pleas
e put me on the naughty list.

  Holly - 678-555-1789

  Holly

  I thought I was going to chicken out before I finished typing the message, but I didn’t. It took every bit of willpower I had to keep my hand from shaking when I put down the phone, and even more willpower not to immediately grab it before he got a chance to read the message. I was about to play with fire, and I wasn’t being careful—I was walking headfirst into an inferno. I was initially put off by how forward Andy was, but once he calmed his libido enough to have a normal conversation, I felt the desire roaring to life. The guy I had a crush on—the one I lusted after when I saw him changing—he could be mine. It wasn’t going to be a relationship or any sort of commitment, but he was too hot to resist. I was finally going to get my cherry popped, and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

  I guess I won’t be needing this vibrator after all.

  If Andy was walking around in the mall while Santa was in his chair, that meant that he was probably going to be swapping with his twin brother at some point—if they did that every day. It would be several hours before Andy had a chance to contact me, so I went home and tried to distract myself with anything but thoughts of him. I had a little bit of turmoil boiling inside me. I didn’t take sex likely, but I couldn’t stifle the instantaneous attraction I had for the gorgeously inked bad boy with a filthy mouth. I was practically offering myself to him without even fully thinking it through. It was easy to lust after him from afar and follow him around the mall with my panties getting wet between my thighs, but actually taking it further—that was going to be uncharted territory. Was I ready to become the kind of girl that met a guy and slept with him before I even knew his last name?

  I’m going to talk myself out of this if I don’t find some kind of distraction. Fuck!

  Each minute that passed started to fill me up with doubt. I was teetering between confidence over the fact I was strong enough to pursue what I wanted and fear of losing my virginity to some guy I didn’t know. He would always be my first—I would never forget him. That was going to be hard enough already because he was so fucking gorgeous and enticing—even if I didn’t sleep with him, he would be in my dreams. As soon as Christmas break was over, I would be on my way back to school. I certainly wouldn’t be hanging around my hometown for some guy I just met. What did mall Santas even do when the holiday season was over? He was pretty young to be wearing the suit, but it was a damn good one. It resembled one that would be in movies instead of a Santa that sat in a mall.

  My mind is spinning out of control. Now I’m trying to analyze the finer points of a mall Santa. I need to get my head on straight if I’m going to go through with this.

  I wasn’t even brave enough to walk through the curtains at Spencer’s without giving myself a pep talk. Did I really have the courage to meet up with Andy? I sat there lost in my thoughts for so long that I lost track of time. I didn’t need dinner, but it would be a few more hours before I actually met up with Andy—if I went through with it. I realized that I was letting lust cloud my judgment. I was only thinking about the physical aspect of what I craved—the bad boy with the beautiful ink. I needed to get those urges out of my system so I could think about what could happen with a clear head. My mind went back to the vibrator. It was still in the bag on the kitchen counter. It could give me a little clarity—take the edge off if nothing else.

  Okay, that is a much better option than losing my virginity, no matter how delicious Andy is.

  I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bag. The thoughts I had about using it in the living room while I watched porn on the big screen faded. I just wanted to be alone in my room with the images in my head. They would do just fine. I tore open the package and realized I needed batteries. My parents kept some in the office, so I dug around in my father’s desk until I found some and shoved them into the vibrator. I turned it on and immediately heard a buzz as it made my fingers tingle. It was going to feel unbelievable on my clit. I ran up the stairs and stripped off my clothes. My panties were damp from earlier and getting wet again before I managed to get them down my hips.

  Let’s find out what the fuss is about.

  I climbed into bed and spread my legs with the vibrator poised for action as soon as I turned the knob to bring it back to life. I didn’t really need to get myself ready because I was wet as fuck. The lust had already started to smear all over my labia and it was really easy to spread some of it to my clit. I rubbed circles around the tight bundle of nerves and pleasure shot through my whole body. It had been a long time since I was that turned on. I turned on the vibrator and touched it to my labia just to see how it felt. The pleasure was instantaneous as it made the walls of my pussy tingle. I rubbed there, getting wetter and more turned on, before finally sliding it up to my clit. My eyes nearly rolled back in my skull. The sensation was way too intense. I turned down the speed a little bit and touched my clit again. That was perfect—perfect enough to make my body surge with bliss like never before.

  “Oh god.” I moaned and my breathing got heavier. “That feels so good.”

  I didn’t even care that I was talking to myself. My words were coming out due to pure ecstasy. I moved the vibrating head in a circle on top of my clit and each time it made a rotation, waves of ungodly bliss washed over me. I could feel the pleasure from the tips of my toes to the top of my scalp. My clit was like a button that could be pressed to shoot the pleasure straight into my veins. It was intoxicating—it made my head spin—it was everything I imagined and so much more. My eyes closed and I started focusing on Andy—that gorgeous body covered in beautiful ink. His eyes that lit up when he looked at me. The desire that was hidden in them. I imagined what he would do if he was there right now—his calloused hands moving along my body—his so fucking kissable lips teasing my skin.

  “I want you—I want you so fucking bad.” I reached out and imagined that my fingers were tracing his ink, feeling his ripped physique as his body crashed into mine.

  I didn’t have to worry about losing my virginity or sleeping with a stranger as long as I was lost in the fantasy. I imagined all of the filthy things he could do to me as he ravaged my body and used me for his pleasure. Would he be gentle and sweet or rough? He seemed like the type that would be rough—the kind of guy that just took what he wanted. That made me buzz with even more excitement as the vibrator continued to shoot pleasure straight into my soul. I was familiar with the pressure that normally started to build up inside me before I climaxed, the vibrator made it expand faster than normal. My muscles got tight once the pressure started to intensify. I was going to cum and it was going to be one of the best orgasms of my life—I knew that before it ever began.

  “Oh god—oh sweet fucking god!” My head rolled against the pillow and my back arched.

  My whole body shook and the pressure inside me began to release. I was cumming, and it wasn’t going to be a quick one that faded as soon as the pleasure began. It was prolonged and the buzz of the vibrator made it get gain momentum even after I hit the highest peak I had ever experienced before. I kept the vibrator moving against my clit and just enjoyed the trip to paradise. Euphoria swept through my entire body. It was amazing on levels I didn’t even understand. My body rocked forward and the final surges of pleasure made my pussy spasm until the orgasm started to subside. My clit was extremely sensitive and I couldn’t stand the vibrations anymore. I pulled the vibrator away from my clit and turned it off. The bed wasn’t spinning—that was impossible, but it sure as hell felt like it was.

  Okay, that did more than take the edge off. I made a fucking mess and I’m completely exhausted.

  The afterglow left me more relaxed than I had been in a long time, and it brought absolute clarity. Having sex with some guy I just met was crazy. I let my lust drive me places that I never would have gone otherwise. I wasn’t some sex-starved girl that was willing to crawl into bed with any guy that turned me on. My eyes closed and I started to doze off. I don’t know ho
w long I slept, but I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. I grabbed it as I pulled myself from my groggy slumber and stared at the screen. It was a number I didn’t recognize. It had to be Andy. I couldn’t answer it—I had no idea what I would even say. I basically promised him sex, and I was having second thoughts. Letting it go to voicemail was a much better option. A few seconds later, my phone lit up again and I saw that I had a text message.

  Andy: I thought you wanted to make the naughty list.

  Me: Today was fun, but I’m tired. I’m just going to stay at home and go to bed early.

  Andy: You weren’t tired earlier. What happened?

  Me: It was a long day. I’m sorry. Maybe some other time?

  Andy: Okay… Can I call you tomorrow?

  Me: Sure.

  Andy: Can I ask you a question?

  Me: You’ve already asked me three. Go ahead.

  Andy: How did you know I was Santa Claus?

  “Oh shit.” I wasn’t prepared for that question, and I just stared at my phone for a second.

  Yeah, that will be really hard to explain.

  Me: Lucky guess?

  Andy: Right. I’ll call you tomorrow.

  Zach

  “So, where’s your date?” I walked into the living room and handed Andy a beer.

  “It looks like she’s going to stand me up.” Andy tossed his phone on the table and grunted with frustration.

  “That sucks. I thought she was really into you.” I twisted the top off my beer and took a sip.

  “Yeah, me too.” Andy sighed and guzzled his beer. “I guess these southern girls are hard to read.”

  “Neither one of us is going to get laid at this rate.” I shook my head back and forth. “Oh well, maybe the next one won’t lead you on.”