Santa's Naughty Helpers

by Elizabeth Knox

  “Want to come up for a few?” she rushes out, her eyes cast down, afraid of what my answer will be.

  I place my fingers under her chin, the twinkle in her eyes lets me know she is aroused just by that one kiss.

  “Let’s go,” I barely get out any words. My throat suddenly so dry and my breathing rapidly picks up.

  “I’m going to change,” she says once we enter her apartment.

  “Great,” I say, trying to control my dick which jumps when she mentions changing.

  I wander around her apartment while she changes her clothes. I fully expected yoga pants and a sweater. So, I’m completely shocked when she walks out in a silk set of short pajamas, I nearly swallow my tongue.

  “Fuck me!” is all that came out.

  “Since you asked so nicely,” she purrs, and I snap.

  Chapter Three

  Missy

  “What the hell am I thinking, this is not like me at all.” I chastise myself pacing back and forth in my bedroom.

  “You are also the same person that hasn’t had sex in a year. If I keep going, I may regain my virginity status.”

  I stare at myself in the mirror, “You need this, it’s okay everyone invites strange men back to their apartment after knowing them for four hours. God, I hope he can’t hear me having a conversation with myself.”

  Taking a deep breath, I focus on his kiss from earlier and another round of tingling starts at my core.

  “You’re getting laid,” I tell myself and head back out to the living room.

  “Fuck me!” he says. I look down and notice he is hard in all the right places.

  My inner goddess is screaming to touch him but instead I ask him if he would like something to drink then take my chicken self to the refrigerator.

  His chuckle tells me he knows what I am trying to do. No surprise, when I am bent into the fridge, I feel his hard jean clad front pressed up against my back side.

  A slight groan escapes me, and he puts his hands on my hips pressing a little harder into me.

  I stand up and his teeth graze my shoulder sending a shiver through me, my body reacts, tilting my head exposing my neck for him to continue his assault.

  “Mmmmm,” is the only audible sound I have right now. I turn and wrap my arms around his back as he snakes one hand up under my camisole and languidly strokes my nipple, instantly the rose color bud puckers as I arch into him.

  My sensations are soaring between his hand caressing my breast, his delicious lips on my neck and shoulder, I’m a bundle of taught nerves ready to explode at any time.

  “We can continue this in the kitchen, or we can go sit on the couch for more comfort,” he rasps out.

  “Couch,” is all that comes out and before I know it, I am wrapped up arms and legs around him, his hands down the back of my sleep shorts pressing me to him.

  I grind against his shaft and he lets out a groan of appreciation.

  “Damn, woman you’re sexy,” his voice is rough and edgy.

  I stand just before he goes to sit, I unbutton his jeans pulling them down as I place both hands on his chest knocking him off balance. His boxer briefs leaving very little to the imagination on just how big he is.

  “Don’t do that,” he gruffs out.

  “Do what?” I know full well what I did so I do it again.

  “Baby, unless you plan on placing those luscious lips around my dick, I would stop licking them.” He starts running his hand up and down over his briefs causing friction.

  “Well then,” I say, dropping to my knees, gripping his briefs, and watching him spring free.

  I loudly swallow, my lady bits are on high alert begging to be touched. I lean forward attentively taking my tongue and running it up his length. Salty mixed with a tad hint of musk, I crave more, leaning over I take him down the back of my throat just as his hips reach up causing his head to bump me.

  “Yessssss,” he hisses, gripping my hair, pumping away into my mouth. My thighs are wet with evidence of my arousal.

  Gripping me by the waist he lifts me taking me toward the bedroom, never breaking stride. His lips on my skin feel like the finest silk being brushed against me. My fingers flex in his hair pulling a growl from him, the raspy raw tone sends a shiver to my core.

  He bites my nipple causing me to moan loudly, arching into him, spurring him on.

  “Baby, this will not be gentle,” he growls out before slamming into me. I scream when he stretches me, I have never experienced anyone this big before. The way my body gives in to him, stretching and bending at his will, feels amazing. Each time he leaves my body I feel the cool air brush my hypersensitive sex. It doesn’t take long for me to unravel around him, bucking against him as he wrings my orgasm from me, leaving me panting and wanton for more.

  “I need one more from you,” he hisses out, running his finger along my clit.

  “I can’t,” I whimper, my body unable to stop reaching for his touch.

  “Yes, you can, come on, Missy, give me one more, baby, let me feel it,” he pants.

  The moment he called me baby I knew that was it, I would cave to his touch and give him the orgasm he is demanding from me gladly. My body is squeezing around him, pulling him into me, groaning just as he empties himself inside of me.

  We lay there basking in the moonlight from my window, I have never felt the urge to sleep with someone right after I meet them but for some reason, I didn’t want him to leave.

  Chapter Four

  Ranger

  It has been three weeks since I saw her at the hospital, three weeks since we had an incredible night together. Since then she has entered my thoughts and dreams and three weeks that my body has been uneasy. I want to know her more. I have never wanted to know anyone more. I want to know what she tastes like, feels like again, this time I want to take my time with her.

  Lying in bed I picture her draped around me. She has entered my thoughts night after night, that night with her was one that I have never had. I needed to figure out a way to find her again. I have come in contact with some of the most absolutely breath-taking women but none of them have ever made my body react the way she did with a single handshake, let alone the way our bodies felt when they connected.

  The music from downstairs tells me that the party has started and it’s already under way, I should head down and try and get her out of my head, I know just who the perfect distraction should be.

  I watch her from the doorway just long enough for her to notice me, “Let’s go,” I mouth and like I suspected she makes her way toward me and I lead her to one of the spare rooms. I have seen her here at multiple parties always eager to please, let’s hope it works tonight. If there was one thing that could make a man forget it’s a naked woman.

  “Make me forget,” I say to her and with that command she drops to her knees. The warmth of her mouth on my skin gave me a momentary reprieve but, in the end, it was her face I saw. I looked down at the woman breathless still on her knees. Pulling away, “You can go,” I tell her opening the door signaling for her to leave.

  I make my way out of the room when I see Dom sitting alone, I knew he was someone I could talk to.

  “Hey, brother, can we talk?” I ask Dom who was sitting mindlessly clicking through channels.

  “Sure, what’s up?” he asks as I get a beer.

  “Not much for the party downstairs?” I ask.

  “Nope, don’t need to, I got my party planned for later tonight,” he says with a wink.

  “About that, I met this girl the other day when I was visiting Ramona at the hospital, shared an amazing night and for some reason I can’t shake her, she has invaded my dreams, my thoughts, everything. I can’t stop thinking about her. Ramona gave me her number, but I haven’t done anything with it yet,” I confess because even though I sound like a pussy, I know that Dom would never say anything not after what he feels for Jules.

  “Nice, is she hot?” he asks.

  “She is fucking gorgeous, long reddish-
brown hair, her lips the minute I saw them I had an overpowering urge to stick my tongue down her throat. I can’t stop thinking about her, picturing her laid out on my bed, on top of me and just know, when I had one of the party girls on her knees I pictured this chick, what the fuck is wrong with me,” I demand.

  “One of two things,” he says. “One, you could call her and fuck her to get her out of your system but I doubt that will work or two you could call her, ask her to dinner, and see if maybe something is there, then fuck her,” he says.

  “Those are my options?” I ask. “Because in both of them I end up sounding like a pussy,” I tell him.

  “That is true, but I will tell you this, when I met Jules, I thought it was going to be one night. One night of endless fucking and now as much as I sound like a chick, I would not trade anyone for her. I could have mindless decent sex with anyone of the club girls, or I could have mind blowing amazing sex with the same girl and it never gets old,” he says and that makes a lot of sense.

  “Just give it a try, make it simple see if you want something from her other than getting your dick wet. If you do them maybe she could be something,” he says, standing. “Now if you don’t mind, I am going to go find my woman and fuck her senseless,” he says heading out of the room.

  Leaving me to sit and wonder.

  Red hair cascading across my skin as the heat of her lips graze my flesh, the bite of her teeth as she clamps onto my chest, a pinch of pain instantly chased by the coolness of her tongue, causes me to cry out in pleasure. Arching into her wanting more, we have become blurred lines. Not being able to tell where I end and she begins both of us racing toward the same goal, pleasure being the trophy.

  “Babe, slow down I want to savor how this feels,” I tell her running my fingers through her hair as she kisses and bites her way down my body. When she reaches my v line I am undone, I grab her flip her over and slide home and it’s the most beautiful, guttural feeling I have ever felt.

  “Yo, ass, wake up.” I hear pounding on the door, and I am rudely ripped out of my dream left with an aching I had not felt since I was a fucking teenager. The pounding begins again before I can ever acknowledge the first one. “Get the fuck up, brother, now!” he bangs, and I know who it is by the tone of his voice.

  I open the door to see Smokey standing there looking very pissed off. “Fuck, Smoke, what do you want?” I ask him, heading back to bed wanting to go back to sleep.

  “Listen here, I will tell you the same damn thing I told my woman, I am not some pussy ass schoolgirl. This is the only fucking message I’m passing on,” he barks kicking my foot.

  “Okay, Smoke, what is it that you have to tell me so I can go back to sleep?” I inquire because right now I am not paying too much attention to him.

  “I get a pissed off call from my woman asking why my boy messed with her girl and has yet to call said girl,” he fumes. “She said, and I quote, ‘you’re a dick’. Brother, if you cock block me, I will fucking kill you,” he booms and slams the door behind him splintering it.

  I shot up. Fuck me everything he said just registered, I run out the door fully expecting to have to chase him. Instead he is propped up against the wall on one foot like he was waiting for me.

  “Shit, what did she say?” I ask, silently praying I didn’t fucking blow it.

  “She said, ‘You are a dick’, I already told you, so what are you going to do about it?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

  “No idea, Smoke, what should I do?” I ask in all seriousness.

  “Listen, fucker, I saw Missy. What the hell are you waiting for? Grab that shit before it’s gone,” he says, and I knew he was right.

  “What can I do to fix it?” I ask.

  “Not my issue, brother, talk to Ramona,” was all he said before turning and walking away.

  Fuck me. I have no idea how to even get ahold of her, let alone figure out some way to fix this shit.

  Images of auburn hair draped around me flooded my mind, tightening my jeans once more.

  I might not know how to fix it, but I know I will.

  Chapter Five

  Missy

  “It has been three weeks, I told you I would give him a shot Ramona, so I waited, and I think three weeks is plenty, and I have not even heard from him once.” I tell her over lunch. “It’s okay really, I mean he was amazing in bed, maybe that is all I needed.” I say, inside I know that is a lie. The memories of how he felt between my legs caused pooling in my belly.

  “I know. I’m sorry. I told Soren that I was pissed, and he was in the doghouse because of the shit Ranger pulled,” she pleads.

  “It’s okay, this week at work has been super crazy. No matter what, the work just keeps coming in. Claire wants us to do the design work for the compound down the street. I have a meeting with them today to go over designs,” I tell her.

  “You and my sister work too damn much,” she says and that reminds me of the time.

  Looking at my watch, “Shit, I’m late. I got to run I have that planning meeting at the compound down the street,” I say, grabbing the bill and placing two twenties on it. “Keep the change,” I say, grabbing my blueprints.

  “What are you doing again?” she asks as we head out of the restaurant.

  “I’m meeting with Matthew McKenzie and his wife. They own a building, and they want to expand on to it,” I tell her, hugging her and heading the opposite way.

  “Have a great meeting” she says walking away with a shit eating grin.

  What is her issue I wonder as I head out to meet with Mr. McKenzie and the biggest project of the year.

  Pulling up to the enormous compound that is closed off by a gate and I’m guessing security cameras, I press the button, “Yo,” was yelled out of the speaker.

  “Hello, I am here to see Mr. McKenzie. My name is Missy Jones. I am the architect for the new addition,” I tell the unknown gentleman on the other side.

  The only response I received was a buzz and the gate sliding open. Walking through the gate I come face to face with a gorgeous dark-haired woman.

  “Hello, my name is Cara. I believe you have spoken to Matthew,” she says, sticking out her hand for me to shake.

  “Hello. Yes, my name is Missy. Nice to meet you,” I tell her.

  I follow her inside and we sit at a long table, where I unroll the plans for the new addition.

  “This is what I have so far. You can go ahead and change what you want. Will your husband be joining us?” I question, remembering our phone conversation, “He is slightly intimidating on the phone.”

  “No, I will be the one working with you on this,” she laughs, and I visibly relax.

  Her laugh reminds me of bells and I immediately apologize.

  “No, don’t worry, he does that to a lot of people,” she says, reassuring me I haven’t totally screwed myself.

  “Matthew is a little rough and gruff, but honestly, he means no harm unless you screw with his club or family. Then nobody can help you, not even the Lord,” she tells me tossing in a wink.

  We go over the plans, explaining how we can change and move things around just how they want it. Cara explains that she wants to change a few things and run a tunnel from one building to the other.

  “Why, may I ask?” My curiosity has me wondering why someone would need a bigger clubhouse and underground tunnels.

  “It’s for the families,” she says, her tone tells me to drop it.

  “I will let my husband know that you are finished in case he has any questions.”

  “Thank you,” I reply as she turns to walk away.

  “Missy,” a deep baritone voice has my breath catching in my throat, my body instantly reacting to it. I ignore him using all the strength I have. I continue as though he is not here standing in front of me.

  “Missy,” his tone is raised.

  “What?” I look up. Damn, he is standing in front of me in low riding worn jeans, no shirt on, and wet curly hair. My insides squeeze wanting to reach
out and touch his damp hair, his fresh from the shower smell.

  “Can we talk?” Ranger pleads.

  “Talk, you mean you have some lame ass excuse on why you wanted my number then ghosted me. Talk away,” I snap at him hoping that Cara comes back at any moment.

  “I’m sorry. I swear I lost your number then shit got a little crazy here. Please give me one more chance,” he pleads and I almost cave except I was pissed off and it was a lame excuse.

  “Missy, please,” his voice raised waiting for me to answer. “I am trying to not look to whipped here. So help me out and talk to me,” he insists.

  “Fine,” was all I could come up with at the moment, I didn’t want to do this here it was embarrassing.

  “Missy, please talk to me!” he gets louder trying to get my attention.

  “Ms. Jones, is everything okay?” I look up to see Cara and another rather large man standing next to her.

  “Is everything okay, Ms. Jones?” she asks again bringing me to the present.

  “Sorry, yes, Mrs. McKenzie, everything is fine. I didn’t mean to disturb you, this must be your husband,” I step forward giving him my hand to shake.

  “Yes, I’m her husband,” he says, and I can see the faint smile on his face, just a slight tilt to his mouth nobody else probably has caught.

  “Call me, Locke,” he tells me, and his tone is intimating.

  “Okay, Mr. Locke,” I say, “Would you like to go over . . .”

  “Not Mr. Locke, it’s just Locke,” he tells me, and I can’t help but wonder what kind of name Locke is.

  “Come in,” Cara offers from where she’s standing in the doorway.

  “We can go over everything again for Mr. McKenzie.” She leads me to a long mahogany table, with a huge intricate cross cut into the center of the wood.

  “So, show me what my wife has decided to change,” he says closing the door behind him, coming and placing his arm around Cara’s waist.