Jingle Belled and Mistletoed

by Jeanette Lynn

  Mouth flapping, tongue-tied, I squeaked when he closed the distance between us, boxing me in, my skin pebbling when he bent down, leaning in close to whisper softly against my neck, "We have unfinished business, you and I.” A brief pause. “Jinny."

  Vincent didn’t waste any more time, his lips pressing into the sensitive skin at my throat. When I didn’t protest, he latched onto my neck, sucking the tender flesh gently, his tongue following.

  My mind reeling, body buzzing pleasantly with those tiny, beginning twinges of something more, gasping aloud as the tingles that started up and down my spine at his foreplay, I gripped his broad shoulders.

  Foreplay! My mind registered the word as he kissed his way upwards, along my jawline, my cheek, the corner of my mouth, nipping at my lips before he took them, kissing me just like the ruthless pirate lord in my dreams had, passionately and without abandon.

  With a garbled noise, my fingers tightened on his person and I pulled him closer, then panicked, my brain catching up to my body. Fingers digging in, I tried to push him away, gasping for breath as my heart tried to frantically beat out of my chest.

  "What are you doing? What am I doing! You hate me!"

  And for a minute there I’d been sucked in by the moment, but reality had reared its ugly head, worst case scenarios crackling, firing off in my tiny mind like booming blasts as he licked his lips and tried to lean in again, tried to tempt me, kiss me silly with his wonderfully masterful, thick, full lips.

  Wait a minute! I had to take a step back, whether mentally, physically, or both, and take a moment to think this through. What if this is all a ploy? A tactic to get back at me? Hurt me back for all the things he thinks I did to him...? The idea instantly made me feel sick and I jerked, ducking out of his grasp and far away as possible from kissing reach—because if he kissed me again like that I’d be a goner for sure. Spinning around and grabbing two jars of mystery fruit, pushing past him none too gently, I booked it for the stairs, and without sparing him a second glass, I took the coward’s way out, stumbling up the stairs towards the safety of the kitchen.

  Escape just within my reach, poised and ready to keep going after I’d dumped the mystery jars onto the counter for Mom, a large hand grasped the knob to the basement door, right before I could, thwarting my plan to leave him gaping after me, all those glorious jars behind him a crazy backdrop, the dim light glinting off of him, reflecting off the jars, highlighting his features. Okay, so maybe I’ve thought about him watching me leave a bit more than actually doing so, so sue me.

  Something close to dread but not quite forming in the pit of my stomach, I looked up and over my shoulder into the familiar, icy cold stare I'd grown quite accustomed to over the years.

  "Where do you think you're going?" he asked smoothly in a crisp yet growling tone.

  My skin prickled, but I cleared my throat, chin lifting, lips pursing. "I don't have to answer to you." I glared at him then, clutching the jars tighter in my arms as I reached my free hand over and placed it on top of his, gripping his fingers tight to try and get him to turn the knob.

  He didn't budge, so I tried to elbow him out of my way to get past him, trying every dirty trick I could think of to pry his hand loose.

  "We have things to discuss," he said tightly as he held firm, making sure he kept his hand on the knob.

  "Why? So you can mock me, too?!" I shouted, frantically tugging on the knob, trying to get the damned door to open enough for me to escape.

  "What do you mean, Jinny?" he murmured quietly, his voice almost a whisper as I growled and grunted in irritation, pushing back against him to put more space between him, myself, and the door.

  "Don't think I don't know how it works, Stuffy," I growled out in frustration. Then, with a deep breath, I said on a huff, "Screw the girl, tell her whatever it is she wants to hear, make her fall for you, then dump her and make her feel like she's two inches tall.” My voice was growing louder and louder, until it was pretty shrill there towards the end of my tirade. "Yeah, well, no, thanks!" I finished with a flourish, barking the words out angrily, then abruptly squealed, squeaking out a garbled mash of nonsense that would never be considered words when Vincent gripped the knob a little too tight and the blasted thing popped off, sending us both sailing towards the stair rails.

  Arms flailing, I grabbed onto a rail with one hand, dropping the jars of preserves as I gripped Vince’s shirt in my other and pulled him towards me, toppling us towards the upper part of the staircase, as opposed to tumbling down them like a messed up version of Jack and Jill.

  We “oomph”-ed, landing with a crunch, the stairs creaking alarmingly as our combined weight and conjoined body thump starting to crack the old, wooden stairs.

  "They're going to collapse," Vincent warned, the first to move. Popping up, he grabbed me, hefting me up by my armpits, lifting me to my feet. With Stuffy’s help, I righted myself, then, together, we hopped down the rest of the way.

  When we got off of the stairs, jumping right over the two bottom steps to the basement floor, I stood there watching, waiting for them to poof and plop down in a big dramatic collapse or something, dust moats drifting around us as we stood by, astonished, but that simply wasn't the case.

  The stairs didn't budge, and I waited a few more minutes before attempting to climb up them again.

  "No," Vincent barked at me as he gripped my arms and pulled me away from them. "It's not safe," he warned, slowly backing us away from the stairs. He released me once he’d created enough distance between them and us, far enough away he probably felt I wouldn't make a run for the steps again. Slipping out of his reach, I kept backing up, putting a safe, respectable amount of distance between us.

  Glancing down, blinking at what he found, Vincent turned the broken knob to the basement door over in his hands, admiring it almost ruefully. A tiny twist of his lips, his head lifting, his gaze meeting mine, he gave me a little half smile.

  I couldn’t return it.

  My eyes kept straying to the stairs, picturing us tumbling right down to the ground from the top, those crappy stairs crumbling right beneath my feet to send us plummeting. My stomach hurt, the backs of my eyes burning, my face more than likely a chalky white. Vincent’s smile fell when he got a good look at me, the slight tremble of my hands, the hitch in my breathing, I was a wreck and I knew it but didn’t want to let on.

  Lips thinning, he put the knob away in his pants pocket, determinedly walking towards me, his stride purposeful and confident as he walked right up to me and stopped, barely an inch of space separating us.

  Then he was pulling me against his chest, despite my attempts to protest, his warm, solid presence an unexpected comfort, thawing me from the inside out as he reassured me, offering that small measure of security I didn’t know I needed.

  I wasn’t too sure if I really wanted to delve too deeply into that particular notion at the moment, Vincent and touching and feelings and, uh, yep, nope, but Vincent started talking before I could give it another thought.

  "I'm going to talk and you're going to listen, alright?" he demanded, pulling back just enough to look down at me, staring me directly in the eyes.

  Lips parting, I started to speak, but he gave me a warning look so grim my jaw clamped tight and I shut up.

  Not one to go without some semblance of a fight, I grunted at him but slowly nodded in acquiescence, motioning for him to get on with it.

  "I don't just want to have sex with you, or screw you, as you so eloquently put it," he stated bluntly. "I have something else in mind for you entirely, Jinny Belle Reynolds." He whispered those prettily purred words so huskily, sending shivers of both excitement and dread threading through me.

  "It's not like you thought, you know,” I felt the need to explain, “all those things Dean's told you I've done, I swear, I-"

  Vincent put his finger to my lips, shaking his head sharply, one dark look effectively shushing me.

  "Ah, yes, Dean," he said slowly, a small smile playing
at his lips as he made a few clucking sounds with his tongue. "Well, as for Dean, let's just say he and I had a little heart to heart last night and he admitted to doing some things he shouldn't have," he murmured, bending down to close the distance, leaning in to give me a warm, open mouthed kiss so hot it about knocked my socks off.

  "And as for all the rest,” he whispered against my lips, smiling at the small sound I made in my throat when he broke our lip-lock, “I'd never mock you. I'd never play you falsely or give you empty promises. If you know anything about me, Jingle Bells, anything at all," he said most seriously, reaching out, his fingers dusting my cheek as he spoke, playing with a few stray strands of my hair, running his fingers through the baby soft, fine strands, "you'd know that."

  "Vince, I... It's just that..." I sputtered, but was gruffly cut off when he reeled me back in, ending any further commentary with a rough, hard, thorough kiss.

  "I want you, Jinny," he admitted on a moan, his hands slipping up my back to slide under my shirt, running those long, tapered fingers up my back to pull me closer, until I was pressed up against him, undoing the clasp to my bra in the back as he did so.

  "What about," I managed between searching, body tingling kisses, "if someone comes in?"

  "The knob’s broken, remember?" He grinned at me then, sweet, soft, sincere, melting me with a single, devastating, rarely witnessed smile, tugging on my pants now to pull them down my legs.

  My pants... "Wait!" Lurching off to the side, forcing him to releasing me or drop down with me, possibly sending us on a mission to kiss concrete. I squeaked as he cursed but released me, watching me with a predatory look in his eyes as I backed up a step.

  "This is moving a little fast, don’t you think? And what gives, huh? Yesterday you hated me, today you want me? You've always hated me, Vince, and I find your sudden... sudden...” My hand shot up as I searched for the right word, wiggling it between us, as much a barrier as something to do, feeling all over the place, things were shifting so fast. “Your sudden attraction towards me a little hard to swallow," I admitted, pulling my pants back up and then lifting my arms, wrapping them around me protectively, my fingers digging into my sides, letting him know, without any words, that this muffin shop is closed. "I don't believe you," I went on to say, shaking my head. "It's too... farfetched to be believable. You don't just wake up one morning and say, ‘Hey, what about Jinny? Yeah, why not?! You know, even though you’ve known me all your life and up until a few hours ago thought I was the scum of the earth. How can you not call your sudden, I don't know, urge to have a little Jin in your tonic, screwing?"

  Boldly stepping up to me, much as he had before, he automatically reached for me, putting his hands on my hips to grip them tight. Tugging me towards him as he began to move, he walked us farther into the basement, his face becoming more apparent from the dim bulb casting a ghostly glow over us, until that dusty bit of waning illumination loomed over us, giving his really pissed off expression, lips pinched tight, eyes narrowed angrily, cheek bones sharp as his skin pulled tight, face pinching, a menacing glow.

  A bit unnerved at the green fire that blazed in his eyes right now, I gulped. I tried to back up out of his reach, but he slid his hands around and got a firm grip on my ass, cupping my cheeks in his large hands as he backed me up into the washing machine.

  "You are completely clueless, woman. I don't see how you couldn't have figured it out by now. Isn't it obvious? God, you make me crazy, Jinny!" he growled out, startling me when he moved, lighting quick, grip tightening almost painfully, lifting me up and setting me on top of the washing machine.

  "What the hell, skinny bones, are you secretly a super hero? Or are you taking steroids, because I do not a feather weigh," I joked weakly, trying to make light of the situation, though I couldn’t say I was entirely displeased with his rough handling of my person. Impressed, maybe. Ready to see him try that again? I was about to hop off and demand he try that again, prepared to feel both man-handled and straight out of a bodice ripper, yet not, because this was Stuffy—Vincent—who despite his general dislike of me anymore still signed the family Christmas card his family mailed me every year. Stuffy, who used to secretly tie my shoes for me until I could finally figure that shit out.

  "I don't just suddenly want you," he muttered darkly, ignoring my bad pun as he ran a hand through my scalp, his fingers lightly grazing my skin before gripping my hair, grabbing a fistful, not so gently tugging my head to the side, trapping me in his grip as he leaned in and licked along the length of my neck.

  "B-b-but...”

  "Don't say a word, Jin," he growled out. "Not…" Warm breath blew across my skin, gooseflesh popping up as he licked under my jaw. "Another…" he murmured, his voice going low and silky, then sucked at my neck as I moaned softly. "Word," he whispered in that deep, sexy voice of his, nipping at my ear.

  Ohhh mmyyy.

  Don't need to tell me twice, I thought, as he set my body on fire, his hands roving over me eagerly as he groped and caressed, gentle but rough, just right.

  Doing a bit of caressing of my own, I ran my hands over his arms, then up his shoulders, to his neck, pleasantly surprised at all the solid muscle he carried on him. Slowly, methodically, he shivered as my hands traveled down of their own volition, over his chest, across his nipples.

  When I'd finished there, I ventured lower, eager to play at the line of his happy trail, his body twitching excitedly as I went lower, carefully exploring him.

  Undoing the top button, I ran my hand over the front of his slacks, thanking whoever the penis fairy is for blessing me with such a fine specimen of manhood.

  Whoa, baby, come to mama, I thought, then whimpered out loud when he released me and stepped back, dislodging my hand. Then he was pulling his shirt over his head, quickly undoing his pants, and moving back in, crowding me in to pick up right where he'd left off.

  Gripping the sides of my shirt, he rucked it up, tugging until I complied and helped take it off, my bra sliding free from my shoulders next.

  Fearing I might be denied the chance again, my hands immediately went back to his crotch and I reached my hand right into his pants and pulled his cock out, marveling at the thickness as I ran my fingers over the engorged head, playing in the pre-cum I found dripping from the tip.

  "Ah... stop... Wait..." he panted out harshly, tugging my hands away.

  Jerking me down from my perch, he pulled until I slid off, not wasting any time as he proceeded to yank my pants and panties off. “Turn around,” he muttered, his face set, expression tight.

  Turning me to face the washer, even as I went to do his bidding, he came up behind me, his hand pressing into my back, and bent me forward. The fingers of his left hand wrapping around mine, threading them together, he lined himself up at my entrance with his right, the head of his cock jerking as he found my opening and pushed forward, breaching me with one smooth thrust.

  "Jinny," he breathed harshly, his voice rough, gruff as he moved his hands to grip my hips, trying to hold me in place as he pulled out a little, then slammed back into me, my knees making a loud banging noise as they hit the washer.

  "You okay?" he asked after a moment, pausing with his cock stuffing me to the brim.

  Panting slightly, a small laugh on my next breath, I gripped his thigh from behind me and gave him a warning pinch. "You won't be if you stop again!"

  "Whatever you say, my dear,” he replied dutifully, then chuckled, giving as good as he got when I started to press back against him, giving a little roll of my hips. Using the washer for leverage, I pushed, pressing harder and harder with each growing, determined thrust he gave, trying to grind myself into him, his cock hitting that spot that makes me wild while I bucked against him.

  We both heard it at the same time, the sound of the doorknob being jiggled and wiggled as someone tried to open it.

  The moment disintegrated quickly, those sweet, sexy noises he was making abruptly cutting off as the real world came rushing in, crushing th
is little world we’d fallen into to bits. Jumping at the noise, that door rattling ominously, I jerked up and away, ready to rush off and slap some clothes on before anyone else got a peek at the goods. Vince, not so quick to fidget, had other ideas.

  When I would have rushed off in search of my clothes, he pulled me to him, picking me up to set me back up on the washer, pulling my legs towards the edge so I hung off slightly. Wrapping my legs around his lean hips, he grabbed me around the waist and, with a bit of maneuvering, his cock found my pussy and he impaled himself on me. Crying out, muffling my moan of pleasure into his mouth as he rammed himself into me, pumping and thrusting into me frantically as our combined need built, I was immediately lost.

  "What if... what if..." I gasped out between skin slapping thrusts, worried about getting caught.

  "Let them," he muttered, then groaned, moaning when my hands gripped his ass and my nails dug in, urging him on. "I love it when you touch me, Jinny." He hissed when I dug them in harder, sure to leave little crescent moon shapes in his sexy arse, then nipped at my shoulder, laughing when I squeaked as he nipped me again, this time a little too hard.

  The door knob rattled again, much louder, and I froze, my heart ramming against my rib cage, beating wildly as I started to panic.

  "What if it's Dean?!" I squeaked out loud, anxiety riddling my voice.

  "What if it is Dean, Jinny?" he whispered against my neck, his movements slow, but only momentarily. "Don't worry, he wouldn't say anything," he purred out in my ear. "You'd like that wouldn't you, baby? Like him to watch you as I pleasure you?" he taunted between sex squelching thrusts.

  Light headed, just a bit, that’s what I was feeling, like my heart might stop or burst, my body on the brink of ecstasy, about to tumble over but... "No. I-”

  "You can't lie to me, Jinny.” My skin prickled whenever he said my name like that, like I’d just done something really naughty but he approved. “I can feel you getting wet around my cock. It excites you. I can feel how much it turns you on, feel that tight little sheath starting to clench all around me."