The Christmas Surprise

by R. R. Banks

  Time ticked by as we danced in the starlight and I could feel the heat between us rising. Her heart was pounding, and her breath was getting deeper as she pressed into my arms and draped her head onto my shoulder. My hands ran down her back and settled on her bottom, drawing her against me. I wondered if she could feel my need for her, and as if she had heard my thoughts, she looked up at me, her eyes widened in an expression of wonder.

  The tension between us was broken by a sudden jubilant shout from behind the tent and we rushed around to see what was happening. Cletus was standing in the back of his pickup truck, waving a bottle of moonshine and trying as hard as he could to sing along to the song that was playing though it was fairly clear that he had never heard it before. The truck was spinning around in the field, seeming to dance right along with the rest of the guests. I caught a glimpse of the front window as it turned our way and noticed that there was no one driving. The spinning was getting out of control, slipping in the mud that had been made by the snow being melted in order to accommodate the tent and the dance floor, and I could sense impending doom.

  I took Holly by the shoulders and guided her back a few steps.

  "You wait right here," I said.

  She started to protest, but I didn't wait to listen to her. I took off running toward the truck, which had started a precarious approach of the tent.

  "Cletus!" I shouted. "Cletus, open the door!"

  Cletus looked down at me.

  "Hey, Graham! Happy wedding!"

  "Happy wedding, Cletus. I need you to open the door."

  He looked around.

  "But there are no doors," he said. "I'm outside."

  "You're in the bed of your truck. Just lean over and pull the handle."

  He let go of the top of the cab and started stumbling back. I heard guests cry out and I shouted to Cletus again.

  "Don't let go!"

  He snatched a rope that was attached to the back of the cab and for a moment he looked for all the world like he was water skiing. Finally, he pulled himself up Alpine hiker-style and clawed himself over to the side. I watched him lean precariously and grasp the handle. There was a touch-and-go moment before the handle popped, and the door flung open.

  "There ya go," he said.

  "Good. Alright. Just wait a second."

  I took a step closer and watched the truck spin for a few more rotations before I jumped forward, flinging myself into the front seat. I slammed the door closed and stomped down on the brake. The truck screamed its protest, but slowed and finally stopped. When I stepped out of the truck I could hear cheering, but I couldn't see Cletus. I rushed to the bed and found him lying flat on his back, staring up at the sky. He held up his bottle.

  "Merry birthday, Jesus," he said. "I'm going to pour one out for all the homie angels that ain't here no more."

  He tipped the bottle over the side of the bed and with that, he passed out.

  I patted him on his belly and walked back toward Holly, taking her into my arms.

  "That was amazing," she said.

  "We should probably go," I told her. "I don't think even Boom Boom is clandestine enough to keep us a secret anymore."

  Holly

  I stood in the middle of the motel room, my heart beating so hard I felt like Graham must be able to hear it. He stepped up in front of me and I felt him tuck one finger under my chin and lift my face up to look at him. He leaned forward and caught my lips with his. He had already undressed, and my mouth was watering with the look of him. I felt his hands come to the back of my dress and ease the zipper down. He kissed me gently, guiding me as he let the dress pool to my feet. His hands moved across me confidently and soon I was bare in front of him. There was nothing parting us, nothing keeping us from one another.

  "Do you want to touch me?" he asked, his voice husky and warm.

  I nodded.

  "Yes," I said.

  He reached down and took my hands, bringing them up to rest on his chest. He guided them down, letting me feel the coarseness of his chest hair under my palms. When my hands had reached his hips, Graham released one and guided the other forward. He kept his eyes trained on mine as he pressed my palm to the side of his thick, hard cock. I gasped as he curled my fingers around the shaft, tightening my grip. I looked down and saw my hand holding him, sending a rush of arousal through me.

  Graham kept his hand over mine and helped me to stroke him, setting the pace and length before releasing me to touch him on my own. His eyes closed, and he groaned, seeming to relinquish himself to my hand. When I had been stroking him for several long seconds, I felt Graham's hand touch my thigh. It ran along the inside and then stroked up until the backs of his fingers brushed through my petals. I could tell that I was wet and ready for him, and I subtly parted my thighs. His thumb massaged into my clit, coaxing me as he had the night before.

  "Graham," I gasped.

  He looked at me.

  "Yes?"

  "I'm ready for you."

  He swept me into his arms and carried me over to the bed, resting me down onto it. I watched him take a box from the nightstand that he had put there earlier after a visit to the apothecary in the village. He withdrew a condom and opened it, rolling it into place in a smooth movement. My nervousness flowed out of me as he came to hover over me and I was filled with a sense of peace. Graham's lips touched mine and he lowered himself over me. The weight of his body was delicious as it pressed me into the bed. I felt his leg press mine apart, making a space for himself to settle his hips between my thighs.

  The tip of his cock brushed through my trembling folds and I drew in a breath. He rested at my opening, pausing for only a second before sinking into me. There was a moment of deep, almost startling pain, but it was a sweet, welcome pain that signaled his body becoming a part of me and mine surrounding him, embracing him. I tore my mouth away from his, a slight, strangled cry escaping my lips as he slipped deeper. Graham held himself in place for a moment, giving my body a chance to become accustomed to him stretching me, and then started to roll his hips again.

  Having him inside me was almost transcendent. I gave myself over, no longer in control of myself, and felt a sense of completeness and fulfillment that I could have never imagined. I pressed my hands to Graham's back and held him close, ducking my head forward to nestle into the curve between his shoulder and neck. He reached down and ran his hands down my thighs, tucking them beneath my knees to draw my legs up by his hips. I tightened my thighs around him so that I felt I was fully enveloping him.

  Graham was grunting low in his throat and each thrust was getting harder and more intense. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the waves of pleasure that were rolling through me.

  "Open your eyes," he growled. "Look at me."

  I did and the moment that our eyes met, I felt my body taken over by a mind-blowing orgasm. I screamed out and he clamped his mouth down over mine, roaring into it as I felt his cock swell inside of me and then pulse frantically, meeting my spasms so I felt that I was drawing him deeper and more fully into me.

  He relaxed down onto me and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, not wanting to lose even a moment of the connection between us. He kissed along the side of my neck and I felt another pulse inside me. I was shaking in his arms, my body spent, my emotions drained from the spiraling peak that they had reached. I had spent my life pushing people away, not trusting any to be close to me, even when I thought that I was. Now I knew what that closeness was, I knew what I had been missing, and I was more grateful than I could have ever imagined that it was this moment when I found it.

  Chapter Twelve

  Holly

  The next morning when I woke up, I took a moment to stretch, feeling my bare skin slide luxuriously against the fabric of the sheets. I rolled over to touch Graham, but instead of finding him lying beside me I felt only his back. I opened my eyes and saw that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows rested on his thighs as he stared down at the carpet. His phone was in h
is hand and I wondered if something had happened while I was still sleeping. I sat up and rested my hand to his back. His skin felt warm and soft, and I leaned forward to kiss the back of his shoulder.

  "Are you alright?" I asked

  "Charlie called me," he said, his voice sounding shallow and sad.

  "What did he say?"

  "He asked me if I was going to make it to him for Christmas. He said that his mother told him that I was going to be there and that he couldn't wait to see me, but that he has been waiting and now he was worried that I wasn't going to come." Graham glanced over his shoulder at me and I could see the turmoil in his eyes. I didn't know what to tell him.

  I got out of bed and started getting dressed. When I was finished, I rushed around the room packing everything as quickly as I could.

  "What are you doing?" Graham asked.

  "It's been fun here," I said, and lifted my eyes from my luggage to look at him, "but I think it's about time that we head out. Charlie needs you, and Santa doesn't disappoint little ones at Christmas."

  That seemed to spark something in him and Graham stood, dressing faster than I had ever seen him. He reached for the smaller of his bags and I noticed him pause, looking at the bag strangely. He pulled it closer to him and lifted the flap open. His hand ran along the inside of the bag and then paused. He opened a zipper and reached into a compartment, then I heard another zipper as he accessed a further hidden section of the bag. He laughed, and I looked over, tilting slightly to try to look around him so I could see what he had found.

  "What is it?" I asked.

  Graham turned around.

  "A Christmas miracle," he said, holding up his wallet.

  "You found it! Where was it?"

  "In the secret compartment that I had had made into that bag. I forgot that I had hid it in there while I was on the train to protect it from strange people wandering into my room."

  I laughed and ran across the room to him, jumping into his arms and giving him a kiss.

  "Congratulations," I said teasingly. "You are no longer one of the simple folk."

  Graham gave me another kiss and shook his head.

  "I don't know where you've been this whole time," he said, "but these people are anything but simple folk." He patted my hips and eased me back from him a step. "Come on," he said, "we've got to finish getting ready to get out of here." He paused, and I saw his eyes widen. "And I think I know exactly how we're going to do it."

  There was a glint in his eye as he said that, and I didn't know if I should feel excitement or nervousness. Probably a little of both.

  Ten minutes later, we were trudging through the snow toward a barn.

  "What are we doing?" I asked.

  "I need to see a man about a snowmobile," he said.

  I paused, staring at his back as he walked away from me.

  "What does that even mean?" I asked.

  Graham walked up to the barn and yanked on the weathered handle. For a brief moment I was worried that the entire structure was going to come down, but the door finally let out a reluctant grown, then allowed Graham to open it. I walked forward to look into the barn. It was filled with all of the things you expect to see, discarded crates and boxes of indeterminate origin. Pieces and parts of machines and cars that seemed as though they may have never actually been a part of the structures that they were made for. Old, tired equipment that looks like it had been parked in the barn one night after a long day of work and simply abandoned and never touched again. Right in the middle of all of this, however, there were two shining, pristine snowmobiles. I gasped and rushed up to the side of one of them, resting my hands on it.

  "How did you know that these were here?" I asked, looking over at Graham.

  "How do you think that they got the bride and groom away from the reception so quickly? I saw Jessup bring one of these up and he drove them away on it while everyone was distracted by the party."

  "Well, let's go find him and ask if we can borrow one of them."

  "No time," Graham said.

  "What are we going to do?"

  Graham pulled his wallet out of his pocket and withdrew a small stack of bills. He set them on an old workbench and rested a hammer on top. Noticing a pad of paper and a pencil, he jotted down a note and added it on top of the money.

  "There," he said. "I gave him my phone number."

  He walked over to a pegboard on the wall and picked up a set of keys and then he walked over to the snowmobiles. He pushed a key in the ignition of one of them, tried it, and then moved over to the second. The machine roared to life and Graham give a triumphant laugh.

  "We're just going to steal it?" I asked.

  "We're not stealing it," Graham said. "I left him cash. If anything, we're renting it. He can call me and let me know the difference and I'll send it to him. Now hop on and let's go."

  "We're just going to take one of them?"

  "Yeah, well, we don't want to be selfish."

  I laughed and climbed onto the back of the machine behind Graham. We arranged our bags around us and Graham hit the gas. I squealed as the snowmobile shot out of the barn and skidded across the snow. We drove erratically for a few seconds while Graham whooped and hollered like Cletus spinning around in the back of the pickup truck. As we straightened out and found our path along the back of the hollow in the original direction the train had been heading, I felt a hint of guilt for not saying goodbye to any of the people that we met. I told myself that I would call Rue when we got to the first place that we were going to stop and explain everything to her. Then ask her to say thank you and goodbye to everyone that we have met. I knew that it wasn't enough, but at that moment the thought of having to say goodbye to all of them myself was just too much.

  I was trying so hard to cling to the bags and to Graham at the same time that by the time we found a place to stop, my arms were aching and the novelty of traveling through the snow had worn off. I climbed off of the snowmobile and looked around. Whiskey Hollow was far behind us. Around me I saw a town that, compared to the hollow, looked like a city. People were bustling along sidewalks and streaming in and out of small buildings. And nearly everyone had arms full of packages, some wrapped in various colors of shimmering gift wrap and others in plain brown paper and twine. I had the sudden impression that we had somehow traveled out of the snow globe and into a Norman Rockwell Christmas card.

  "We can grab something to eat here," Graham said, "and ask them if there's a train or a bus leaving out of here today."

  We walked into the first little restaurant that we saw, and I slipped into a booth. The inside of the restaurant was warm and smelled like fresh bread. As Graham walked away to find someone to ask about the train or the bus, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through all of the new contacts that I had added to it in the last few days. I found Rue's number, but hesitated to call it. I didn't know what I would say to her. Finally, I knew that there was nothing I could say. I pressed her number and pulled up a blank message.

  "Rue," I wrote, "thank you for everything. Graham and I had to leave and didn't have a chance to say goodbye. I'm so glad that I had the opportunity to meet you. Please tell everyone that I said thank you and that I'll be thinking about them."

  Graham was approaching the table just as I finished the message and put my phone down. I looked up at him, but the expression on his face was not as hopeful as I would have wanted it to be.

  "What's wrong?"

  "The owner says that all transportation is still delayed. It looks like it's going to be you, me, and the snowmobile for a little while longer."

  "I guess I can handle that," I said. "It can't be too much farther until we find somewhere with real transportation."

  "It'll be fine," Graham said. "Besides, Boom Boom would probably tell us that Christmas has a real good track record with people going far distances on inefficient forms of transportation."

  I laughed and nodded. A waitress approached and put steaming cups of hot coffee in front of
us. I unashamedly gulped some down before taking a cursory glance at their menu and making my order. Graham made his order and handed both menus to the waitress before turning his attention to me.

  "So, what did you get Charlie for Christmas?" I asked.

  The question seemed to spark something in Graham and his eyes lit up.

  "I thought about everything that I loved when I was five years old and I got him all of those things," he told me.

  "Does he like all of the same things that you did?" I asked.

  Graham looked at me strangely.

  "He's my son," he said. "He's going to like the same things that I did."

  "Not necessarily," I said. "I'm my mother's daughter, and I'm nothing like her. And from some of the things that you told me about your father, you're different from him too."

  Graham shook his head.

  "I'm sure that he's going to like everything that I picked for him," he said. Then I listened as he rattled off a list of all of the gifts that he had chosen for his son. While most of them definitely sounded like things that I could see him enjoying when he was little, when I thought of the stories that he had told me about Charlie and the pictures that he had showed me of him, they didn't seem to match. I mentioned a TV show whose characters had appeared on a shirt that Charlie was wearing in one of the most recent pictures and ask Graham if you had considered anything involving that show.

  Graham shook his head.

  "That's just a TV show," he said. "It's just a shirt that his mother put on him."

  I sat back as the waitress brought our food and settled the plates onto the table in front of us. I nodded.

  "Alright," I said. "But what about movies that he likes? Or books? Does he have games that he likes to play or any Heroes that he's mentioned to you?"