"But we're happy!"
"Are you? Is he? Do neither of you want more?"
"No!"
"Are you sure?" As the words left my lips, another scantily clad stripper whispered something in Rick's ear.
He nodded happily and stood, following the girl toward the back of the club.
"Where are they going?"
"Looks like the Rickster is going to get a lap dance…"
"WHAT?"
If she had been there for real, her high-pitched cry of indignation would have echoed through the club over the din of the bass infused stripper music. Every eye would have turned toward her. As it was, I just plugged my ears to staunch the bleeding. "I said he's getting a lap dance." I said when I could hear again.
"What's a lap dance?"
"Oh, my sweet summer child. Come on. I'll show you." I grabbed her hand and pulled her off in the direction Rick had disappeared to.
We found them in a private booth in the back, behind the velvet rope and mountainous bouncer guarding the entrance. The girl was removing her top and waiting for the next song to start.
"What are they doing?"
"She's getting ready to drive your husband into a sexual frenzy."
"She's going to fuck him?" Karen swayed on her feet.
"Nope. That's illegal. But it does happen from time to time. I doubt it, though. She doesn't look like she knows him. It's the familiar ones that actually have a shot. Or the really hot ones. Or the rich ones. I think you're safe."
Karen frowned at me. I mean, don't get me wrong. Rick was a good-looking guy. He just didn't give a fuck about his appearance. Polo shirt and jeans. Two weeks overdue for a haircut. It didn't make him look shabby chic. It just made him look shabby.
Plus, the whole situation was my imagination. If he got lucky, it would be because I thought he deserved it. And I didn't. Neither of them deserved it.
The music started and the girl straddled his legs. "Remember. No touching. I'll get in trouble and you'll get kicked out of here."
"I know. I've…uh. I've done this before."
"A lot?" She smiled knowingly.
"Yes," he answered with a sad smile of embarrassment.
"Single?" She undulated to the rhythm of the music, brushing his lips with her erect nipples.
"No."
"Wife know you're here?"
"Hahaha. No. She'd kill me."
"She let herself go after popping out a few kids?"
"What? No. My wife is gorgeous."
"Then why are you here?" She sat down on his lap and started grinding her crotch against his. Slightly against the rules, but they were both clothed. I was on a roll, anyway.
"Because… Just for a little excitement."
"So. You're using me to get riled up and then you're going home to fuck your wife?"
"I wish. No. We don't…uh…much anymore."
"Then aren't you just punishing yourself? Why go through all this if you're not going to get any?"
"Some stimulation is better than nothing, I guess," he said sadly and looked down. But not to stare at her breasts. He had pulled into himself, just like I planned.
"Your wife fucking someone else?"
"I don't think so." He shook his head. "She's just not that interested in sex."
The stripper sighed. "Sorry, bud. Tell you what. I'll make this as…stimulating…as possible. Just keep your hands on the seat."
"I will."
Karen watched in sad horror as the stripper stood, turned around, and sat back down on Rick's lap, leaning back against him and bringing her arms up around his head. He looked down and stared down her front at the swell of her breasts and the mound of her white panty covered pussy. I even gave him a small tear in the corner of his eye to drive the point home. That they both wanted more and were only punishing themselves. Karen and Rick, not Rick and the stripper.
"Take me home. Please," Karen cried beside me.
I nodded silently and took her hand, letting her off in her castle room without a word as I disappeared once again.
Chapter 6
Instead of falling back asleep, Karen sprawled across the bed and sobbed silently into her pillow. It was time to change things up and give her a glimmer of hope. She didn't need to see some abysmal future of a divorce, ruin, and alcoholism. She needed to see how very bright her future could be. I grabbed the knob and turned the heat up to high, appearing in a swirl of glitter and green robes.
Completely forgetting to change my appearance.
Karen looked up from her pillow. "Kara?"
"The one and only," I answered awkwardly.
"Are you here to show me my horrid future because I'm such a shitty wife?"
"Uh. Not unless you want me to. I was going to show you how much fun you could be having if you pulled the proverbial stick out of your ass." I sat down on her bed and rubbed her back comfortingly.
"My husband is a stripper addicted man whore."
"Really? That's what you pulled from all that?"
"Wait. Are you dead?"
"No, silly. I'm a demon. Remember?"
"Kind of. Things are a little hazy right now."
"Then come with me." I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her off the side of the bed.
We emerged from the swirl of scene change into the middle of a fancy restaurant. White linen covered tabletops were illuminated by candles all around us. Couples dined on steaks, lobsters, and fancily prepared chicken. But in the corner sat a table of three, already finished eating and sipping on wine as they nibbled dessert.
"Is that me?"
I nodded. Karen was almost unrecognizable with her stylish, yet un-chicken butt hair. Next to her, in a sleek gray suit sat her husband rick. His hair was almost as fashionable as his wife's. His freshly shaven skin almost sparkled in the flickering candlelight. Karen gasped. "Holy shit. I forgot how hot Rick can be."
"I think that's your biggest problem. The both of you."
"We're having dinner with Bryce?"
I remembered Bryce from one of the last PTA meetings. He was newly divorced but still active in the school his children attended. He also happened to be Rick's boss. "Yep."
"Well, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to get rid of some of this wine," Dream Karen said from the table with a small giggle before standing and heading off toward the restroom.
"Your wife is so beautiful," Bryce said offhandedly to Rick.
"I know. I love her more every day." Rick smiled affectionately after Karen's retreating back.
"That's the hardest part of being divorced. Know how hard it is to go to bed alone every night?"
Rick turned his attention to his boss, frowning sadly. "Yeah. I kind of do. Karen and I went through a really rough patch a few years back. But her friend got us through it and now things couldn't be better."
"I'm happy for you." Bryce gave him a genuine smile and offered Rick a toast. "You'll have to fill me in on your secret one day."
"Just love each other with all your heart. Trust and communication are key, too."
"I trusted my ex-wife, but that didn't stop her from fucking her boss." Bryce's mood soured as he thought of the past.
"Hmmm. This might sound a little odd, but did it bother you that much?"
"The act of her cheating on me?" Bryce twirled his wine in his cup, thinking about it. "Honestly? No. It was when she moved out and in with him."
"Ahh. Yes. That will do it."
"Why? Are you telling me it wouldn't bother you if Karen screwed her boss?"
"Since she's a stay-at-home mom, she's her own boss. And yes. She does screw the boss all the time. I get to watch." Rick winked at Bryce.
"No shit. She likes to show off for you, huh?"
"Absolutely. It's one of the hottest things I've ever seen."
"One of? Jeez. You're a lucky guy. I'd give my right nut to see that."
"Oh, I don't think we'd need to go that far."
"What?"
Dream Karen interrup
ted the conversation by rejoining them at the table. "What I miss?"
"Nothing yet, Sweetie. The shows just about to start."
"Oh? It is?" She grinned.
"What the hell is going on?" The real Karen beside me stood dumbfounded, watching the show unravel before her eyes as she clutched my arm.
"Shh. Watch."
The table was nestled in the corner. Karen turned in her seat toward Bryce, who chuckled nervously. "What were you little devils discussing?"
"About how beautiful you are. And how much I love to watch you."
"Watch me do what, Rick?"
"Pleasure yourself."
Karen chuckled. "Amongst other things."
Bryce turned his head between the two of them, following the conversation and gulping his wine nervously.
"Why don't you show Bryce what I'm talking about, Darling." Rick leaned back in his seat.
Karen giggled and spread her legs a little. The short black dress riding up her thighs a little bit as a gap appeared between her legs. We were behind her, so we were missing the show, but judging from Bryce's eyes, it was mesmerizing.
"Oops. Did I forget my panties again?"
Bryce just nodded.
"Damnit. I hate it when I do that." She reached down between her legs and covered herself with her fingers.
Then she moaned. She was doing much more than covering herself. Her legs spread a little wider as her arm began to shift rhythmically. Her head tilted back a little as she pleasured herself right at the table.
"Am I masturbating?" Real Karen was standing on her tiptoes, trying to get a better view.
"Looks like it to me."
"In the middle of a restaurant?"
"Looks like it to me."
"In front of another man?"
"Looks like it to me."
"What the hell is wrong with me?"
"Nothing. Looks like you're having a hell of a time."
Bryce tore his eyes away from Karen to stare incredulously at Rick, smiling over the rim of his wine glass. "Is this okay?"
"Absolutely. She's doing what she loves. Do you want her to stop?"
"No! I mean…no. Please."
"You like what you see, Bryce?"
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"Want to see more? Up close and personal?"
All Bryce could do was nod.
"Would you like to make love to my wife?"
"What?"
"Do you want her? Do you want to pleasure my wife?"
"You don't care?"
"If it brings her happiness, I'm all for it."
Bryce thought about it for a moment. "Won't that make things weird between us?"
"Only if you break her heart."
"How would I do that?"
"By breaking up with her." Rick chuckled and finished off his wine.
"Wait. You want me to date your wife?"
"Only if you want to."
The room faded away and we were back in the castle bedroom.
"What? What the fuck? What happens next?" Karen started pacing frantically.
"Well, I thought it might be better to let you live your life as you see fit, not to be influenced by what happens next."
"Bull fucking shit, Kara! You take me back. You take me back right now!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Oh, God. Please take me back," she whined.
"Fine. But let's fast forward a little bit…"
I swirled my hand through the air and we were in Karen and Rick's bedroom. Karen was sitting on the edge of the bed, Bryce standing in front of her. She had his cock through the zipper of his slacks and was pumping him in her fist, looking up at him seductively. "Do you want my mouth?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to come in my mouth?"
"Yes," he said with a groan.
"Do you want to fuck me after you come?"
"Yes, please."
She pulled him closer, using the grip she had on his shaft. "Mmm. Good." She leaned down and audibly sucked him into her mouth.
"Oh, God." Bryce ran his fingers through her hair.
"She is pretty damn good at that, isn't she?" Rick smiled at them from the chair in the corner of the room.
"Fuck yes, she is."
"Just think. You get to do this whenever she wants now."
"You really don't mind, Rick?"
"No. Just always be kind to her."
"Oh, I will."
"You sure you don't mind that my wife has two other boyfriends?"
"Four?" The real Karen groaned next to me, quivering as she held on to my arm.
Looking down, I realized she wasn't quivering. The motion of her other arm was rocking her body back and forth. She was touching herself as she watched the scene before her. Not that I could blame her. It was hot. I kind of wanted to rub one out, too.
"Not at all."
"Oh, my God. I'm going to come," Bryce said as he stopped running his fingers through Karen's hair and gripped it as his hips started to buck.
"Do it, Bryce. Come in her mouth. She loves that."
That was more than enough to set him off. He grunted as he unloaded his torrent. Both Karens started to groan and both were masturbating as he finished and became a little unsteady on his feet. "That was fucking incredible," Bryce said with a smile.
"No. That was sucking incredible," Kare answered, lying back on the bed and pulling her dress up to her waist. "This is fucking incredible." She motioned for him to step closer.
"No. This is licking incredible," Bryce said with a chuckle, kneeling before Karen. "I'm going to need a minute before we get to the fucking incredible part." He winked and ran his tongue up Karen's wetness. She gasped as his tongue gently dragged across her clit.
In the corner, Rick had pulled himself out of his pants and was slowly stroking himself as he watched another man go down on his wife.
Next to me, Karen shuddered as she came.
"See how good life can be?"
"I do. Now."
I woke with a start.
Standing around me were Brady and Daniel. Ryn was at the foot of my bed looking at me worriedly. "What?" I glanced around.
"Ryn couldn't wake you and got worried, so she called us. We came over to check on you. What happened?"
"Oh. Nothing! Just being a good neighbor," I answered cryptically. "Where's Karl?" I looked at Ryn.
"Sleeping with the puppy. I told him to stay downstairs since you were slightly underdressed…" She pointed at my chest. I had gone to bed naked after all. "Which is where I'm going. Night," she said to Brady and Daniel.
"Well, we should get going, too," Daniel said. "Glad you're alright." He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. I pulled him into the bed next to me.
"Stay. Both of you." I grinned and opened the comforter for them to crawl in beside me.
"You sure? You need some sleep. It's Christmas morning and you've got a big dinner to have catered," Brady said with a chuckle as he pulled off his shirt.
"It's not Christmas morning, yet. It's four AM. Christmas morning doesn't start until around elevenish. Get your butts in bed and make me happy."
"Yes, Dear," they replied in unison and matching chuckles.
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night." I sighed happily.
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Mountains and Mistletoe by Jarica James
Author Note
This book is set in the Obsidian Cove world, but it will be written as an AU timeframe, meaning it won’t be affected by, or affect, the plot of the main series, so it can be read as a cute and fun supernatural Christmas story.
This story will follow Lennox, who is a siren and a mimic mix, meaning she can replicate any powers she sees or experiences, and her boyfriends Calev (gargoyle), Evander (vampire), Tristan (psychic/druid), Aeson (mage), and Lachlan (bear shifter). Aeson and Tristan, and
Lachlan and Evander, are also in relationships, meaning there will be MM in the story.
During this story, they will be visiting Lachlan’s pack, which also contains Lennox’s sick sister and nephew, Cole, who she will be caring for when their time at the academy is done. Lachlan’s parents and his team didn’t mix well upon first meeting, but attempts at fixing that have been made.
Chapter 1
December 23rd
Early Afternoon
Lennox
The trees flew past as we barreled down the road, the lot of us crammed into the SUV and piles of luggage carefully anchored on the roof. For once, I’d given up my front seat to snuggle between Aeson and Tristan. Our lives had always been crazy, so this was our chance to check out for a week in the mountains with the pack. We could pretend the rest of the world and its chaos didn’t exist, and we could just be a normal family, living normal lives.
“I’m kind of nervous,” I admitted, snuggling further into Tristan’s side as Aeson sandwiched me on the other side.
“I am too and this is my pack. Or was,” Lachlan confessed with a sigh. The last time we were here they treated us like shit because our whole group was a mix of supes. Shifters were traditionalists to their core, and our unit was anything but. Lach had left his pack insignia behind, sending the message that if they didn’t support us, he wanted no part of them. It was likely the hardest thing he’d ever done or would have to do, and he’d done it all for us. And himself, my brain helpfully supplied. What good does the pack of bears do for him if they don’t accept who he is and who he loves?
“They’ve come a long way,” Aeson reminded us, and I couldn't argue. His mom and I had sent some awkward emails back and forth, and his dad had cooled off since I’d saved his life from a wolf attack. It made me feel a lot less nervous about this trip, though of course some anxiety still lingered. I wanted them to like me. Cole and Lach would always be in my life, so their opinion mattered to me. Plus, it felt like another chance at having a family, and I hoped we still had a chance of making this work. “Well, we’re about to see,” I said as Calev pulled off at the last exit before we entered pack territory.
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