Stocking Stuffers: A Five Story Christmas Anthology

by E. J. Darling

  “Me too.” I nod, clasping my hands in front of me and twisting them. I should be concentrating on Nick, but I can’t get the picture of that slutty woman with her hands on Nash out of my head. She obviously can’t read. The invitation clearly said sweater, not whore dress that barely covers your tits and ass. “I know we’ve been trying to catch up with each other for a few months now and things never seem to line up.”

  He leans toward me and winks, but it’s not one of those smooth winks. This guy winks with the whole side of his face. “With any luck, things will line up this time.”

  “For sure.” Or wait? Is that a pickup line? Now, I’m not sure and don’t know what I just agreed to. Damn Nash for distracting me. Nick is supposed to be the distraction.

  Nick reaches out and trails a finger down my arm. I’m sure it’s supposed to elicit a reaction, but I feel nothing. Worst distraction ever. He does nothing to rid me of my Nash riddled thoughts.

  “What do you think you're doing?” Nash’s voice sounds over my shoulder. It’s not loud, but the rage is clear.

  Nick jumps back like he’s just been shocked, his hand falling to his side, and his eyes widening. Anger surges through me. Nash’s song and dance routine is getting old. It was necessary at the bar, but this is too much. If I want to find someone for a hookup that’s my prerogative. I don’t need a clam jam.

  I spin around and glare at Nash. “I don’t need your help, Nash. Nick and I are just talking.”

  “Like hell you are.” Nash’s jaw clenches and his hands fist at his sides.

  “Nash,” I hiss, fire flooding my veins. “What are you doing?”

  “I need to talk to you,” he grinds out through clenched teeth.

  “Now? I’m kinda in the middle of something. We can talk later.”

  “No, we can talk now.” Nash takes a step closer and dips his head to look me directly in the eyes.

  I step forward, standing toe to toe with him. My stomach starts to flutter, and a shiver runs down my spine. Of course, my stupid body reacts to Nash and not Nick. Clearly, it hates me, but not Nash. Me and my libido need to have a heart to heart.

  “Later.”

  Nash grunts and points over his shoulder. “Get the fuck out of here, Nick.”

  “Sorry, Jules. This isn’t worth it,” Nick mumbles as he edges past us and escapes back to the party.

  “What is your—”

  Before I can finish, Nash grabs my arm, spins me around and starts walking us farther into the room. I struggle and try to pull away, but Nash’s grip tightens.

  “What’s wrong with you?” I slap at his hand. “Let go of me.”

  Nash keeps his lips pressed in a flat line until he propels us into a bedroom, flips on the light, and slams the door shut behind us. “I told you I need to talk to you.”

  “Yeah, I got that part.” I prop my hands on my hips. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  Nash runs a hand through his hair. “What are you doing talking to that guy?”

  “Nick? Is that what this is about?”

  “Yeah, Nick.”

  I tap my foot against the floor and stare him down, waiting for him to continue. I’m not going to spend my night arguing with him about, well, I don’t even know. I’m not entirely sure I know what’s going on. It almost seems like Nash is jealous. But that’s not right. Nash doesn’t get jealous, and he sure as hell has no reason to be jealous where I’m concerned.

  “The guy’s scum, Julia. I hear about all the women he sleeps with and I don’t even live here. He just wants to fuck you and move on.”

  I throw my head back and laugh. “Isn’t this the pot calling the kettle black? This is real rich coming from you.”

  “I know how it sounds. I’m looking out for you. You’re not a one night stand kind of girl.”

  “Oh, come on.” I’m no stranger to the one night horizontal mambo. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes no strings orgasms are better than spending the night alone. “How do you know what I am? Maybe I don’t mind a one night stand. I could use a good time. You’re not my brother. I don’t even know why you care.”

  The muscle in Nash’s jaw ticks as he takes a step in my direction. “I don’t care.”

  “Could have fooled me.” I take a step forward, my eyes never leaving his. “Now, move. I’m going to go find Nick.”

  “Like fuck you are,” Nash grits out before his lips crash into mine.

  I stand momentarily stunned, blood pounding in my ears. I should be pushing him away, punching him in the face, anything that lets him know kissing me isn’t okay. But instead, I run my hands over his chest, his hard muscles bunching under my hands, and kiss him back with everything I have. The fluttering in my stomach is back, going crazy. I curl my fingers in his ugly ass sweater, the bells dinging as I pull him closer.

  Nash torments me with gentle bites and teasing flicks of his tongue before kissing me hard enough to bruise. He threads a hand through my hair and tugs my head back as he runs his tongue along the seam of my lips. His spicy aftershave is intoxicating and he tastes like a fruity red wine. Delicious. With a small moan, I open up to him. Nash sweeps his tongue into my mouth, gliding it along mine. Teasing me. Tasting me. Oh, fuck. Since when did kissing get this good?

  A groan vibrates his chest and his other hand squeezes my ass, grinding me into his growing erection. Even at half mast, I can tell it’s impressive. My clit throbs, needing attention, needing that dick in Nash’s pants, and I grate against it.

  Abruptly, Nash releases me and takes a step back. My hands fall back to my sides as we stare at each other, both of us breathing heavily.

  “I’m so sorry.” Nash starts to reach out to me, but clenches his fist halfway and shoves it in his pocket instead. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  I run my tongue along my bottom lip, tasting the lingering flavor of wine from Nash’s mouth. I stare at him, not sure what to say, and an awkward silence hangs between us. “I’m not sure what to do here.”

  “There’s nothing to do.” Nash takes a step back. “I just—I need to get back to the party. I’m sorry.”

  I don’t even know what to say. Do I want him to go? To stay? I don’t get a choice, though, as Nash spins around and runs from the room, his bells jingling all the way back to the party.

  I brush my fingers along my lips. His kiss was the best damn kiss of my life. And I don’t know how to process what the hell just happened. I don’t like Nash; I don’t want to like Nash. God, but my body wants him. He lit me up like the Christmas tree he talked Sebastian into setting up for me. I groan at the reminder. Sebastian.

  He’ll pummel Nash if he finds out he kissed me. It’s a guarantee to ruin Christmas. Which is why Sebastian can’t find out about that kiss and why it can never happen again.

  Chapter Nine

  Nash

  I kissed her. I fucking kissed her. What was I thinking? Oh, wait, I wasn’t thinking. My dick was. And maybe my primal caveman side, too. Bash will lose his fucking mind, and as shitty as it is, there’s no way I can tell him a thing. Not when I lost myself in a kiss with his sister that could move fucking mountains, violating the one and only promise I made to him.

  Now, I’m going to have to look him in the face and lie to him. Lie to the one man who’s like a brother to me.

  “Hey, lover.” Bash comes up behind me and claps me on the shoulder. “Thanks for fucking me.”

  I flinch. My body stiffens, my heart sputters and my palms sweat. I wasn’t even this nervous my first day in the courtroom. “I’m so sorry, Bash, I—”

  “It’s fine.” Bash waves me off. “I got rid of her pretty easily. All I had to point out was my mom’s doctor friend, and she was off.”

  I breathe out a sigh of relief. I’d completely forgotten about Cali. I’m such an idiot, there’s no way he knows about Jules. Fuck my life.

  “I think there’s a good chance she’s some kind of hooker or escort.”

  Bash laughs. “I think you’re pr
obably right. I got that vibe as soon as she opened her mouth. Do you think we’ve been here long enough? I’m ready to get home and out of this ridiculous sweater. I don’t know where your mom found these, but they should be burned. And look at yours.” He pauses and jingles the bells on my sweater with a shit-eating grin. “That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s right about one thing, though.”

  “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

  “You’re a pussy.”

  I push Bash, causing him to take a step back. “Fuck you. And yes, I think we can leave. Go find Jules. I’m going to say goodbye to Mom, and I’ll meet you at the car.”

  My gut clenches as I say her name. I can only pray to any god that may listen, she won’t utter a word to Bash. With a slight shake of my head to regain my senses, I head off to kiss Mom goodbye and drag myself to the car, preparing for the most awkward trip in the history of trips.

  Jules eyes me from the backseat as I open the passenger door and sit down. Keeping my eyes forward, I buckle up and fold my hands in my lap. Don’t mind me, just minding my own business in here.

  “Well, that was fun. I don’t know about you all, but I’m ready to get out of this damn sweater.” Sebastian glances to the rear-view mirror, presumably at Jules. “Where were you earlier? I ran into Mrs. Jones, mom’s old best friend, and she was asking about you.”

  I take a deep breath and hold it, praying for the first time in a long time. She either lies for me or I’m about to get my ass kicked in a hideous jingling cat sweater. I’m hoping she covers for me. I’m not ready to lose my best friend and business partner.

  “Holly had to talk to me about her and Vince. There was a misunderstanding. He pushed her too far and then didn’t even stick around to talk to her about it. It was a real dick move.”

  Holy shit. I really thought she was going to out me. My shoulders sag with relief, and I can finally breathe easy. Yeah, it was a dick move, but I already took things too far. I didn’t know what to say, still don’t. I can’t really admit everything, and I certainly can’t let it happen again. There’s no coming back from what I did.

  But I want to. I want to keep kissing her until she doesn’t remember her own name. I’ll never be able to look at her without picturing my tongue in her mouth and her plump ass in my hands.

  Fuck. I’m so screwed.

  “Sounds like it,” Sebastian rumbles.

  As soon as we get back to her place, I mumble something about being tired and flee upstairs to my room like the fucking coward I am. I take off the ugliest sweater ever made, think twice about throwing it in the fireplace, and change into a pair of black joggers and a white t-shirt before throwing myself on the bed.

  I toss and turn for what feels like hours. All I can think about is how Jules opened up to me. How my tongue glided against hers, exploring her softness. How fucking sweet she tasted. I bet if I explored lower I’d find her wet and aching for me.

  I flip over on my back, my cock turning to steel, and I palm my length through the fabric of the joggers. Jules’ hand would feel so much better wrapped around me, pumping up and down, taking me into her body. Touching her is a line I swore I’d never cross, but the fact that I did tonight, breaking my promise to Bash, deflates my dick slightly. I groan, sitting up and swinging my legs off the side of the bed. Except I’m sure now she won’t even talk to me. Not after I ran out of the room like an asshole. I should get up and apologize, let her know it was my fault. Maybe I can convince her never to breathe a word of it to Sebastian. She may have covered my ass earlier, but it doesn’t mean she’ll keep doing it.

  Talking to her, smoothing things over, is the right thing to do.

  With a grunt, I push myself up from the bed, and make my way into the hallway. Squinting in the dim light of a nightlight, I shuffle my way along the corridor. Turning on the lights, although convenient, might wake up Bash. And I can’t explain why I’m up so late walking in the direction of his sister’s room with a chubby.

  I stop in my tracks as a petite shadow approaches me from the other end of the hall. What the hell’s she doing out here? And why is she sneaking around in the dark?

  “Jules?” I lower my voice to a whisper.

  “Nash?” she whispers back, stopping in front of me, her hands twisting around in front of her.

  “Jules, I…” I gaze down into her amber eyes, their color bright, despite the muted light.

  Face to face with Jules, I don’t know what to say. I thought I had everything worked out, but here I am standing in front of her mute. Shit. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I should turn tail and run back to my room.

  My chest heaves as I struggle to breathe, and my heart pounds. Jules’ eyes move back and forth between mine and my lips, and I know for sure I should turn around. This is heading straight for trouble, but I can’t find it in me to move. I’m completely rooted in place, hovering on the edge of her essence, dying for a taste.

  I reach out to place a hand on her half-covered shoulder, longing to touch her bare flesh, but change my mind halfway and let it fall back to my side. I don’t deserve to lay a hand on her. It’ll be better for the both of us if I turn around and walk away.

  Closing my eyes, I start to turn around but Jules’ hands on my bicep stops me. Her eyes search mine. My mouth goes dry, my body suddenly buzzing with energy, and my balls tingle.

  “Fuck it,” she mumbles before lurching up on her toes and sealing her lips to mine in a delicious kiss. Shock waves ripple down my spine and my balls tighten.

  I groan against the soft flesh of her mouth, wrapping my hands around her waist before running my palms over her ass, and pulling her to me. Her soft body molds to mine, and I love how she fits against me. My tongue dives past the seam of her lips into the wet, velvety warmth of her mouth. Right into heaven.

  Now that I’ve got my hands on her, there’s no way I can walk away. Not without knowing what she looks like when she comes undone by my hand, how her body tastes, and what makes her scream.

  Although, we’re going to have to muffle those.

  Chapter Ten

  Jules

  This is crazy, nuts, insane, and nothing has ever felt more right. My rational side is holding up stop signs and blinking warning lights, while my orgasm needing side just wants more. More of Nash. More of his hands, more of his mouth, and absolutely more of that cock in his pants.

  Nothing’s forgiven and him and I are still far from okay, but I know I need to get this out of my system. Maybe then I’ll be able to move on. He hasn’t left my thoughts since he kissed me earlier. He only does one night stands, and that’s perfect because that’s all I’m going to give him.

  In.

  Out.

  No one has to know.

  Especially Sebastian.

  My hands glide up his back, and his arms slither around my waist as he guides me into my bedroom. With the bottom of my foot, I push the door closed behind me, careful to shut it quietly. His muscles flex under my hands as I smooth them under his shirt, running my fingers along the ridges of his abs and over his pecs. I tear myself away from him long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head and toss it to the floor. I want to look at him, admire his muscular body, but I want his mouth on mine more. My hands plunge in his hair, pulling him down to me while he circles my hips with his hands and inches up my tank top. His fingers are soft on my skin, and I long to feel them everywhere.

  A shiver runs down my spine, the walls of my pussy clench, and lust shoots through my veins. My nipples peak, ready for his fingers, and my clit aches for attention. Fuck me. I know this puts me on the naughty list, but I can’t fucking stop. Not until we both have a very merry Christmas.

  His tongue explores my mouth, rolling against mine, as his fingers dance up my stomach, skirting around the underside of my breasts and flicking across my nipples. My stomach dips and I groan into his mouth. He pinches my tightened buds and rolls them between his fingers, dancing right on that edge between pleasure and pain. I love that lin
e. He increases the pressure and I can’t help but whimper. It hurts so good. So fucking good.

  Nash pulls back, dragging my lower lip between his teeth before trailing his tongue down my neck. “Fuck me, Jules. I don’t deserve you, but I’ve gotta have you. Bash can’t know. For either of our sakes.”

  “I know.” I plunge a hand down the front of his pants, grab onto his thick erection, and bite back a moan. His dick feels so velvety hard, and I swipe my thumb across the pre-cum on his tip. “I’ll be quiet. Tonight never happened.”

  My tank top joins his shirt on the floor, and Nash palms my breast and lowers his head to my chest. He circles around my nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth and catching it between his teeth. He nibbles and licks. I’m on the verge of orgasm and he’s barely touched me. Using the hand that’s not pumping his dick, I guide him to my other breast. Can’t have it left out.

  “You’re a greedy little thing. Don’t worry, Sweets, I’m going to make sure this is one of the best nights you’ve ever had.”

  Holy hell.

  He pushes me down to the bed and rips off my pink checkered pajama pants. I let my legs fall open, exposing myself to him fully. Nash’s eyes roam over me, taking me in, as he licks his lips. He crawls into the space between my legs, eying me like he’s starved and I’m dinner.

  Nash pushes my legs open wider and attacks my pussy. The man unleashes a full assault on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, raking his teeth across it and flicking it with his tongue. I reach out to grab a pillow and hold it over my face to muffle my cries. I’m not exactly quiet, and he’s pushing every one of my buttons.

  Every.

  Single.

  One.

  He doesn’t waste time with small tugs and light teases. No. Nash is all in with hard tugs of suction and firm pressure against my clit. He’s revved me from zero to sixty in seconds. I’m about to detonate, and he’s just getting started. My back arches and my hips buck against him as I push the pillow harder against my mouth, muffling my moans and whimpers.