Naughty but Nice: A Best Friend's Dad Christmas Romance

by Rye Hart

  “That’s enough,” I say, stepping in between him and Sam.

  His eyes dart to me and his mouth drops open. It’s like something you only see in comic strips. His jaw practically hits the floor.

  “Hugh,” he mutters. He looks at Sam. “Did you bring him here to hurt me?”

  Sam doesn’t know what to say. She’s baffled by the entire exchange.

  “No, Owen. Of course not. I’m not mad at you,” she says.

  “Owen,” I begin, “I don’t want to kick your ass. I want to thank you. I would never have met the most amazing woman in the world without you,” I say with a big grin plastered on my face. “I honestly didn’t think a woman like Sam could exist,” I add, pulling her to me.

  Owen’s mouth is still hanging open as he looks from me to Sam and back to me.

  “Uh, sure,” he stammers.

  And with that, Sam and I make our exit.

  “I love you. That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “I’ll show you something sweeter when I get you home,” I say.

  CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: SAM WASHINGTON

  When we get home I drag Hugh into the bedroom.

  “Do you want to see the greatest thing?” I say.

  “Sure, show me what you’ve got there little lady,” he says with a mischievous grin.

  “Mhmmm...there will be plenty of time for that after- first I want to show you something I’ve got locked away.” I get out of bed and go to the hallway closet. I take out the box with Owen 2.0. I tiptoe back to the doorway. “Close your eyes,” I say.

  “They’re already closed.”

  “Keep them closed, then.” I silently stalk across the floor until I’m at his side. When he opens his eyes I wave Owen 2.0 wildly in his face.

  “What the hell?” He sits up and puts a pillow over his face. “Keep that thing away from me!”

  I feel like if I start laughing I’ll never be able to stop, so instead I swat him across the thighs with Lacey’s gift.

  He doesn’t even try not to laugh. He throws the pillow away, grabs the vibrator out of my hands, goes to the window, and dangles it outside. He’s laughing so hard that I’m worried he’s going to fall out. “Get away from the window!” I scream. “You’re going to die!”

  He looks at the vibrator. “You really want it that bad?”

  “No! I just don’t want you to die, you oaf!”

  “Then come clean, quick. Why did I open my eyes to find you wielding this thing at me?”

  “Come back to bed. I’ll tell you. You can leave him there.”

  “Him?” Hugh smiles, drops the vibrator on the bedroom floor, and comes back to bed. He pulls the covers up to his chin. “I’m just protecting myself, in case you have any more surprises in store for me.”

  “No, but I’ll give you the story. Right after I dumped Owen, I had drinks with Lacey.”

  “You don’t say.”

  “I do. And Lacey, to help me get over my problems, caring soul that she is, gave me a little present.”

  “And that’s it, I presume?”

  “Oh yeah. Want to hear its name?”

  “I assumed it was named Hugh.”

  “Close. That was the gadget formerly known as Owen 2.0.”

  Hugh snorts. “I bet Owen would love to hear that. We should have taken it tonight. You could have waved it in his face like you did in mine.”

  “But that’s not the real story,” I say. I love it that Hugh can joke this easily. There is nothing like a man who is so secure that he doesn’t need to flaunt or exaggerate his own masculinity.

  “Do tell.”

  “I’m getting there.” I lean over and give him a kiss. He sighs and burrows deeper into his pillow. “So, you know that night at the cabin when you were out hitting the bag? The first time when I was there?”

  “I remember it well. I was out there because there was a woman in my bed upstairs. I wanted to sneak in and do something savage to her.”

  “Oh, I could tell. What you might not know is that I was feeling the same way. I watched you from that window for a long time while you were out there.”

  “Okay. And what was it that you saw, fair maiden?”

  “I saw a lot. I saw everything you did to that bag, and then I saw you touching yourself.”

  “Ha! You little pervert. You enjoyed the show, then?”

  “Oh, very much. And not only that, I masturbated the whole time I watched you. I couldn’t believe it was happening. That was the hardest orgasm I had ever had, until…you know...”

  He raises himself up on one elbow and opens his eyes. “No, I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”

  “Well,” I say, mimicking his posture and lowering my voice. “It just so happens that shortly after that, I ran into a big dicked freak in the basement who cured me of all my innocent ways.”

  “He sounds amazing.”

  “Oh, he is. And he was. That was a good lesson for me to learn that night.”

  “And now you know it all?” he says, putting his hand on my thigh and sliding it upwards. I’m getting wet instantly.

  “No, I don’t think so. I mean, I’m more confident and uninhibited than I’ve ever been, but…”

  “But what?” he says, spreading my legs with his fingers and starting to stroke me.

  I arch my back, wanting to purr.

  “But I think I have a lot more to learn. He’s a patient teacher, though. I look forward to our next lesson.”

  “Maybe we can go through that next lesson now.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY : HUGH MADDOX

  Feeling Sam’s wetness on my fingertips made me harden against my jeans so much that I felt like they were going to burst at the seam. I rolled onto my back and pulled her down to lie on top of me. She put her hands on my cheeks and swirled the tip of her tongue around mine. I wrapped my arms around her and moved my hands down to clutch her ass. She bolted up, straddling me as I pulled her closer. She had a look on her face that suggested she felt playful, but I knew she was far too eager to tease.

  She sat up and pulled her dress overhead. She undid her bra and let it slide down her arms. Her breasts, large and milky white, were begging for my touch. I cupped them in the palms of my hands and squeezed her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. She moaned at the wonderful pain and pleasure of it.

  My cock was rigid beneath her. She started sliding herself along the length of it as I rubbed her breasts. The heat was intense. I felt like I might explode any minute and I wasn’t even undressed yet.

  “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” she said, tugging giddily at my shirt.

  She got up long enough to shimmy out of her panties while I quickly pulled off my clothes. When I lay back, my cock stood straight up like the mast of ship, ready for her to impale her beauty on it.

  She licked her lips as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it to its full length.

  “Do you want me give you another show like that night outside my cabin?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  I continued stroking, my hand is moving up and down in a rhythmic motion. I get a look of Sam’s face, full of lust, as if the sight of me pleasing myself in front of her has put her in a deep trance. It was enough to push me over the edge, but I needed to be patient.

  “Now, I want you on top of me.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: SAM WASHINGTON

  Hugh took my hips and guided me over his cock. I did just as he instructed. I straddled him, bending my knees and lowering myself until I felt the head of his amazing cock touch my aching center.

  I couldn’t help but smile as I held his free hand and lowered myself onto him slowly. I felt myself grow warm and wet, welcoming him deep inside of me.

  It felt amazing.

  He never disappoints me.

  He grabs my hips and starts guiding me in a rocking rhythm.

  I let my head hang and slide my hips back and forth. Hugh moves in and out as he brushes my clit with every stroke.

 
; “Yes! Yes! Hugh… I’m going to come…” I heard myself say the words aloud. I loved the way they sounded coming in gusts of breath from my lips.

  Suddenly he starts to come with me, pushing me over the edge to my own climax. I see stars from the rush of ecstasy that falls over me.

  We stayed in bed all evening, whispering sweet nothings to one another and planning our life together. It was in that moment I realized just how grateful I was for all of my past heartaches and pains. Without them, I wouldn’t be able to truly appreciate the gifts Hugh brought into my life.

  Passion.

  Desire.

  Love.

  Love in the truest form, unlike anything this history nerd could ever have read about. Not even in one hundred lifetimes.

  In most fairytales, all the worst things happen when they enter the woods. But not this one. My lumberjack saved me from all of that and more.

  And I intend to spend the rest of my life thanking him for it.

  THE END

  INFATUATED

  CHAPTER ONE

  EMMA

  “I can't believe mom and dad are letting you come back,” my sister Riley said.

  She spoke without even looking up from her iPad as I walked into the living room, where she was sitting in her usual spot on the couch.

  “I can,” I said. “I was always their favorite.”

  “You should be in college,” Riley said with a sigh. “Or somewhere else wasting your life.”

  “You should have some friends,” I retorted.

  She rolled her eyes at me. “I do have friends,” she said. “At least all mine aren't away at college still. You know, where you should be?”

  “You know I'm choosing to take time off, right?” I said, plopping down on the loveseat across from her. “It's not like I was kicked out or anything.”

  “You should have stayed gone,” she said.

  “You're just jealous because I'm moving into the family room, and you wanted that to be your room,” I said. “You always wanted it, and now, it's all mine.”

  “It should have been my room,” she said, meeting my gaze for the first time.

  Riley was two years younger than me and a senior in high school, but for whatever reason, most people assumed we were twins. We both looked like our mother, with our blonde hair and blue eyes. Typical Southern California girls, you might say. Riley was taller, thinner and less curvy than I was – she kept in shape by running track at her school.

  She'd been approached to model, and she'd dabbled in it a time or two. On the other side of that coin though, was me. I was too short to model, standing at only five foot four, and was too curvy in the hips and bust. Secretly, I'd always been jealous of her for being tall and lean – the kind of girl that caught the eye of modeling agencies.

  But I was pleased to note, that for the first time in my life, she was jealous of me. Jealous, because I got to live in the basement apartment. It had once been the family room when we all lived together, but it rarely got used anymore.

  “You're just jealous because you can't sneak boys in anymore,” I said.

  My mother came into the room, carrying a basket of my clothes. She looked pretty young for her age; more like a slightly older version of my sister and me.

  “We still need to paint down there,” she said. “We didn't expect anyone moving in so soon.”

  That just annoyed Riley even more. She sighed dramatically and left the room in a huff.

  “What's wrong with her?” dad asked, following my mom in from outside.

  “She's just mad that I'm getting the basement,” I said.

  “Ahhh,” my dad said, pushing his glasses up higher on his face. He was carrying a box of my stuff in from the car too. “I never really wanted her to have it in the first place. I was always afraid she might sneak her boyfriend in.”

  “Exactly!” I said.

  “But I have that fear about you too, of course,” he said.

  “Dad, I was in college, if I wanted to have sex, I would have,” I said and then shot him a mischievous grin. “Or, at least I'd be smart enough to have it somewhere else.”

  He cringed, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable over how open I was about the subject. It was true though. I'd had plenty of opportunities to jump into the beds of more than a few guys while I'd been in school down at San Diego State, but I hadn’t.

  I hadn't, because I wasn't stupid and didn't find any guys that actually interested me. My sister, on the other hand, was very likely already sleeping with her boyfriend of nine months. My parents had a legit concern there, but they didn't have to worry about me. As far as I was concerned, a guy better be pretty damn amazing to get in my pants, and so far, I hadn't met anyone worthy of taking my V-card.

  We carried my items down to my new room. The basement had its own separate entrance into the backyard, which was nice. We had a large patio that overlooked the pool in the back and lucky for me, it was just outside those doors. My parents were right about it needing a paint job though. But it was actually, pretty awesome, all things considered.

  The actual family room part of the basement had a sofa and an entertainment center already set up and ready to go. There was a bathroom and a bedroom off to one side.

  All in all, it wasn't too shabby. It sure beat the dorms at college, that was for sure. I was thankful that I'd no longer have to put up with my slutty roommate getting it on in bed beside me all the damn time, at least. Nor would I have to worry about stepping on used condoms with my bare feet as I got ready in the morning. I shuddered just thinking about it.

  As much as I disliked her, my roommate wasn't the only reason I took time off of school. I found that the whole college culture in general just wasn't for me. All the partying, the sex, the pot smoking, really wasn't really my thing. Of course, I should have known what I was getting into when I decided to go to a party school, but I figured I'd be able to tune out all of the unwanted distractions. I honestly didn't realize just how bad it would be until I got there.

  It didn't take very long to figure out that it was all too much for me.

  We finished unloading the car and my mom went upstairs to make us some lunch. My father had some errands to run, which left me alone in my new room. The first thing I did was step outside and let the warm California sunshine touch my skin. I turned my face up into the warmth, basking in the glow of the sun.

  The reason I chose to go to school in San Diego in the first place was simple enough – I loved Southern California and I loved the beach. And not being too far from home made me feel better. Some people liked to go far away, leaving everything and everyone they knew behind, but I wasn't one of those types. I preferred being somewhat close to my family and friends. San Diego had some of my favorite beaches, sure, but being back in Huntington Beach was nice. It was comfortable; it was home.

  I heard my neighbor's kids playing in their pool. I could barely see over the fence that divided our properties, but I could see Marcus Pratt's head well enough. He'd been our neighbor for as long as I could remember. I'd always thought he was a nice guy and a good father. I'd also always thought that he was drop dead gorgeous. He was watching his kids in the pool, an inscrutable expression on his face, when he looked over and saw me staring.

  I blushed, looking away a moment after he'd caught me . I felt foolish because I'd always had a silly, schoolgirl crush on the man even though he was almost my father's age.

  “Emma, I didn't know you were back,” he said, leaning over the fence and giving me a small smile. “The semester over already?”

  “Not exactly,” I said, biting my lip. “I decided SDSU wasn't for me.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah,” I said, quickly changing the subject. “How are the kids?”

  “Good, good,” he said. “Zoey is finishing up first grade, Zack starts kindergarten next fall. Both are doing well. They've missed you though and will be happy to see that you're back. And honestly, I missed having you babysit for them.”<
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  “I'd be happy to watch them again, now that I'm back,” I said. Not like I have much else going on at the moment, I thought but didn't say.

  “That would be great,” he said. “Riley watches them sometimes, but she's so busy, you know?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “I think school and track keep her tied up pretty well.”

  As well as her boyfriend, whom she spent all her free time with lately.

  Marcus was a really, really attractive man, like the type of man women dreamt of at night. He'd played football back when he'd been in college and he'd almost gone pro back in the day my dad said – and you could tell. He was still in fabulous shape. I'd seen him shirtless countless times when he played in the pool with his kids and always caught myself staring at him.

  Every now and then, I'd get a nice view of him and did my best not to stare, but damn it was hard. He had chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes that I caught myself getting lost in all too often. He was the type of man I'd happily give my virginity to, if it wasn't for the fact that he was so much older than I was.

  Well, that, and the fact that he'd never shown any interest in me. Even when I'd tanned by the pool in my itty-bitty bikinis back in the day – partly, hoping to catch his eye – I'd never caught him staring. He'd always been incredibly well-behaved, which I took to mean, he had no interest in me.

  “Well, tell the kids I said hello,” I said. “And I hope to see them soon.”

  “Will do,” he said.

  He smiled, but it was a friendly, almost perfunctory smile. It didn't quite reach his eyes and didn't strike me as a genuine smile. Though, I couldn't recall ever seeing Marcus actually smile; not in a really long time. It had been several years since his wife had died, and I knew he missed her terribly, but was doing his best to carry on. He was a good father, devoted to his children and his career, but he was always so very serious.

  What I wouldn't give to see a smile on that man's face – one that lit his eyes up from the inside out. I couldn't recall ever seeing it anymore, not even when he was with his kids. He always seemed so distracted or stressed out about something.