12 Gifts for Christmas

by Various

  “You’re torturing me here, Annie.”

  “I’m torturing you? I thought you were doing the unwrapping.” She stepped forward, her hands going to his zipper. “Or are you passing off that job?”

  No use. He couldn’t take it. Her nearness was intoxicating, and he caught her mouth with his, his hands pressing against the small of her back as he pulled her close against him. The heat between them blossomed, and she moaned, grinding against him in a rhythmic motion designed to drive him completely insane.

  Somehow he managed to maneuver them to the bed, stripping off his shoes and jeans as they went. At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to sink deep inside her, and the fact that his clothes hadn’t dissolved from sheer will frustrated him.

  “Please,” she whispered, her fingers fumbling at the waistband of his boxers. “Now.”

  The passion in her voice went straight to his heart, even as the blood rushed to other parts of his body. “Whatever the lady wants,” he whispered, as his fingers caressed her soft, secret parts.

  “The lady wants you,” she said, her fingernails digging into his back as she urged him closer. “She wants you now.”

  He’d wanted to take it slow, but no human male could resist, and Brent was only human. With one quick thrust, he drove into her, losing himself to the exquisite pleasure. She bucked up, meeting him thrust for thrust, their bodies becoming slick with effort, until her climax matched his and he collapsed on top of her, his body limp and spent.

  “Mmm.” She turned her head, nuzzling his shoulder.

  With his thumb and forefinger, he traced a lazy pattern around her nipple. “I’d planned to take it slow. But you’re a hard woman to resist.”

  “Yeah?” She rolled back, her eyes dancing with playfulness. “We still have a little time left. You wanna try again? They say practice makes perfect.”

  “Sweetheart,” he said, rolling her on top of him, “I think you just made me an offer I can’t refuse.”

  An hour later, she dozed beside him, her skin glowing in the afternoon sun that crept through the shades. And as he watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest, Brent knew one thing for certain—no matter what he’d told Annie, he wanted more than a Christmas fling. He always had.

  Now he just had to figure out how to convince Annie that he really wanted her by his side. For good.

  They held hands during the drive to Carrington’s department store, the warmth from his fingers spreading through her body all the way down to her toes. Somehow, the moment was even more intimate than the glorious three hours they’d just spent together in Brent’s apartment.

  “I think this may be the first time I wish I could miss working in Santa’s Village.”

  He turned away from the road long enough to look at her, his cheek dimpling with his smile. “I’m flattered. You’ve worked there every Christmas since high school.” He paused, then looked back at the road. “Why have you?”

  Though the question surprised her, his voice held a note of genuine curiosity, and she tried to come up with an answer—something more articulate than it feels right. That wasn’t a reason for anything. Heck, Brent felt right, but that didn’t mean they were going to have a happily-ever-after. Did it?

  She shook off the thought, focusing instead on his question. “A lot of reasons, I suppose. But mostly, I love Christmas. The spirit of giving and sharing. The looks on those kids’ faces when they sit on Santa’s lap. Maybe it sounds corny, but it’s heartwarming.”

  Brent pulled into the employee parking garage, his face passive. “I suppose.”

  She shifted in her seat to look at him better. “What, Ebenezer? You don’t agree?”

  She’d expected a smile and a quick denial. Instead, he simply looked sad.

  “Let’s just say that in my experience, Christmas has been equated with profit margins. And Christmas Eve was spent waiting for Dad to get home from closing the store and checking the books. I don’t think I saw him on the night before Christmas once until I was sixteen and started working at Carrington’s. To me, it always seemed as if the customers were racing to see who could buy bigger and better, and my dad was right there, cheering them on. I don’t think that’s what the spirit of Christmas is all about.”

  “No, it’s not,” she agreed.

  “And on Christmas Day my dad never even made an appearance. Just slept until well after lunch, too exhausted to do any sort of family stuff. Not a very Norman Rockwellesque situation.” He shrugged. “Let’s just say Christmas isn’t my favorite time of the year. Somehow, it all seems like a big con to me.”

  His words were harsh, but he squeezed her hand, as if trying to assure her that he was fine with the situation. But fine or not, it seemed so sad, and as she followed him into the store, Annie tried to imagine what the holiday season would be like without her family traditions. Pretty miserable, she decided, and she felt sorry for the little boy Brent had been, who’d missed out on Santa and cookies and all the stuff she’d grown up with.

  Right then, she made up her mind. Before she went to New York, she’d just have to make sure that Brent got the chance to experience some good, old-fashioned Christmas cheer. And she was just the girl to show him.

  CHAPTER SIX

  BRENT frowned as he watched Annie working at Santa’s Village, looking good enough to eat in her little green elf costume. He shook his head. It was all so commercial, and yet she seemed to be having the time of her life. Her face glowed as she chatted with the children in line to see Santa. And she handled every package she wrapped as though it contained a Fabergé egg, picking out the perfect paper and making sure the package sparkled even though the service was free.

  Baffling.

  “Excuse me.” A gray-haired woman tapped his elbow. “I’m trying to find a gift for my grandson. It’s this little electronic gizmo that plays games.”

  Brent stifled a smile. He might not normally work in toys, but he knew Nintendo DS when he heard it described. He wanted to tell her that she should get her grandson something cheaper and spend more time with him, but he didn’t know this woman and he couldn’t presume to lecture her. So in the end, he showed her the display.

  Immediately, her face fell. “Oh, dear.”

  “Problem?”

  “I didn’t realize they were so expensive.”

  At least she wasn’t reaching into her purse for a credit card with the attitude that debt at Christmas wasn’t really debt.

  “Thank you anyway, young man.”

  She was walking away when he noticed her threadbare clothes and her scuffed-up shoes. He had no idea what possessed him, but before he could stop himself, he’d called out to her to wait.

  She paused, looking back at him with a curious expression.

  “This is completely my fault,” he said. “I don’t usually manage this department, and I forgot to have the staff put up the sale sign.” He held out the box to her. “This one’s on sale today.”

  He named a dollar amount that would be a huge discount, but the store could afford it. And if his dad disagreed, well, Brent would cover it from his own pocket.

  The second he spoke the words, he knew he’d made the right decision. The woman’s face lit up like … well, like a Christmas tree.

  “I can just about afford that.” She took the box that he’d initialed with the new price and clutched it to her chest. “My grandson has to spend Christmas in the hospital. I don’t normally approve of these kinds of toys, but he wants one, and I think it will be a nice distraction for him when the family can’t be there.”

  Brent was probably imagining it, but he thought that when she walked away there was a new spring in her step.

  “That was an awfully nice thing you just did.”

  Annie’s voice. He turned around to see his favorite elf grinning at him from behind a stack of Harry Potter merchandise.

  “Could be habit-forming,” he said.

  She eased over, took his hand and then urged him toward the employee bre
ak room. “Sure could. You just might end up enjoying Christmas after all.”

  He shrugged. She was teasing, but there was truth to her words. “I’ve been watching a woman I know. And thinking. She’s not too bad a teacher.”

  “Yeah?” She slipped closer, and his arms automatically closed around her waist. “I can think of a few things you could teach me.” She brushed her lips over his. “I’ve got five minutes left on my break. Maybe a quick lesson is in order?”

  Not one to miss an opportunity, Brent leaned over and locked the door. The other employees could wait five minutes for a break.

  And once those five minutes were up and he lost Annie to Santa, Brent intended to go have a little talk with his father about what Brent did and didn’t want.

  For one thing, he didn’t want to work in sales. He never had. For another, he wanted Annie, and he intended to get her. His father’s approval be damned.

  He was twenty-eight years old. It was about time he set the record straight.

  Brent’s fingers stroked her back, leaving a trail of fire that eliminated any lingering chill from the December air. He’d said they were only taking a five-minute break, but Annie wanted so much more than that. Ten minutes, an hour …

  A lifetime.

  She banished the thought. They’d agreed to a fling, and she was content to keep her end of the bargain. Well, maybe not content, but she knew she had no choice. Already, she’d shared more with Brent than she ever thought possible. She should count her blessings. She should rejoice.

  Maybe. But the truth was, she only felt sad.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

  “Nope. I’m not that cheap.” She grinned up at him, trying to shake the mood, wanting just to enjoy the moment. “Just hold me, okay?”

  He seemed to understand what she needed, and he pulled her tight, surrounding her with his strong arms as she buried her face against his chest. An innocent touch, but it burned through her just the same.

  She clung to him, swaying slightly in his arms, knowing that, for the moment at least, she was secure.

  His lips grazed her forehead, moving down to skim over the top of her ear, sending a swarm of shivers racing through her body. Sweet torture, but he kept it up, exploring her ear and her neck with his tongue, his breath hot against her throat.

  Her pulse picked up tempo, and she felt her heart beat against his chest, barely cognizant of where he ended and she began. “Brent,” she murmured.

  “I know,” he said. And she was certain that he did understand. They’d come together so fast, and yet he already meant so much to her.

  “Will I see you after work tonight?”

  “Sweetheart, you’d be hard-pressed to keep me away.” He stroked her cheek. “What is it about you? So quiet and sweet, and yet you’ve got my insides all whipped up like a tornado.”

  “Just my innate charisma, I guess,” she said with a grin. She hoped she sounded lighthearted, but the fact was, he was describing the very way she felt about him. And the knowledge that they were so in sync was almost as erotic as his soft touches and caresses.

  “That’s gotta be it,” he said, pulling her close. They held each other, exploring, tasting and touching, until he pulled away, gently framing her face with his hands. “Five minutes,” he said, as she silently cursed whoever invented the very first clock. “Back we go.”

  She nodded, and he kissed the very tip of her nose.

  The moment was so sweet, so tender, and yet she couldn’t help the tears that welled in her eyes. In just a few days, she was leaving for New York for a new life. A better life.

  But could it really be better if it meant that she’d be alone?

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  BANG, bang, bang!

  Brent frowned, confused until he realized the steady beat was coming from someone knocking at the door. His five minutes of bliss in the break room were over, and now it was time to go back to work.

  Looking slightly embarrassed, Annie straightened her costume and her hair and stepped back, then took a seat at the table and started perusing a two-year-old copy of People magazine.

  Hiding a grin, Brent flipped the lock, and Paul barged in, still in his Santa suit, the green of his face almost matching the tint of Annie’s elf costume. Immediately, Annie was up and helping him into a chair.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Dinner,” Paul managed to respond, his voice barely a squeak. “At least, I hope that’s all it is. But we’ve got signs all over the place that say Santa’ll be back at eight, but I’m not sure I’m even going to be alive at eight.”

  He lurched forward then, and rested his head between his knees. “Someone just shoot me now.”

  Brent caught Annie’s eyes, easily reading her expression. She was concerned about Paul, but she was just as concerned about the disappointment of those kids.

  Well, what the heck? His moment of Christmas spirit with the old woman and the Nintendo DS had worked out well. Surely this wouldn’t be too bad.

  Before he could change his mind, he started peeling off his jacket. “I hope you’re not contagious. And I hope that’s stuffing in that suit, because otherwise it’s just going to fall off me.”

  Annie’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.

  Paul’s head rose just slightly. “You’re going to …”

  “Yup. Start stripping. Looks like I’m playing Santa.”

  Surprisingly, the next three hours passed remarkably fast. So fast, and so enjoyably, in fact, that he barely even noticed when Annie came over and whispered that her shift was over and that she’d see him the next day. Right at the moment, he’d been preoccupied with a precocious seven-year-old determined to explain to him why Blitzen was the best reindeer of the bunch.

  Now that the kids were gone and the store was closing, Brent was surprised by how invigorated he felt. All in all, it was a week full of surprises. First Annie, now Christmas.

  And there were a few more surprises coming, too. Or there would be if he had his way. For one thing, Brent still needed to talk to his dad.

  Then he intended to pop over to the jewelry department to buy the perfect Christmas present for his favorite elf.

  “I’m hopeless, Faith,” Annie said. “Absolutely hopeless.” Which was an understatement. She hadn’t stopped thinking about Brent for hours. He’d permeated her brain and was oozing out her pores. The man was in her essence, and she didn’t know what to do about it.

  Faith leaned back against her sofa cushions and popped the top off her beer. “I’ll agree with that. What are you hopeless about today?”

  Annie stopped pacing in front of the doorway that led down the stairs to Faith’s café just long enough to shoot her friend a dirty look. “What do you think?”

  Faith put a finger against her cheek and cocked her head. “Hmm. Let me think. Brent?”

  “Very astute.”

  “So what’s the problem? From my perspective, you two are hitting it off just fine. Mission accomplished and all that jazz.”

  “Except I think I got a little bit more than I bargained for.”

  Faith took another drink, then spread her arm across the back of the couch. “Oh? Tell.”

  Annie licked her lips, sure that she was blushing. “I think I’m falling in love with him.”

  Faith laughed. Not exactly the response Annie had been expecting.

  She propped her hands on her hips. “Do I laugh at your love life?”

  “I’m sorry,” Faith said, clearly trying to hold back another round of chuckles. “It’s just that that’s so yesterday’s news.”

  Annie frowned. “Excuse me?”

  “You know. Old news.” Faith waved her hand in the air. “I could tell just from watching you two the other day. This is the real deal.”

  She wanted to deny it, to say she couldn’t possibly be falling in love with Brent Carrington. But as fast as it had happened, as much of a whirlwind as it had been, she knew it was t
rue. Brent matched her and filled her in a way no other person ever had. They may have only spent a short time together, but she knew without a doubt that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

  “I guess the bigger question is, what are you going to do about it?”

  Sucking in a deep breath, Annie stood up straighter, hoping good posture would give her the courage she needed. “I only see one option, really. I mean it’s a risk. He might not want me.” She licked her lips, not liking that prospect at all.

  “So what are you saying?”

  “Just that as much as I want to move to New York, I want to make this work. I need to at least try.” She ran her fingers through her hair, sure in her heart that Brent was worth the sacrifice, and hoping beyond hope that he loved her, too. “I’m thinking I’ll keep my job and stay here in Bishop.”

  Faith’s eyes went wide as she focused on something over Annie’s shoulder.

  “Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” The familiar deep voice drifted over her from behind, and her pulse increased as her body reacted automatically to his nearness.

  She spun around, wondering just how much of their conversation he’d heard. “Brent! Um, hi.”

  “Am I interrupting?”

  “No, of course not.”

  “The door was open. I just walked up.”

  Annie exhaled in relief. If he’d just arrived, he must not have heard everything. It might be the truth, but she wasn’t yet willing to share her realization that she was falling in love with this man. Not until she was sure that the feeling was reciprocal.

  Brent’s earlier words settled in, and Annie faced him square on, her brow furrowed. “What do you mean ‘am I sure that’s what I want to do?’”

  “Staying here,” he said, and her stomach tightened. Had she read him wrong? Was this really just a fling for him, and he wouldn’t welcome having her near? “Considering your dream job’s in New York, staying here seems silly.”

  “Silly?” She clenched her fists, hoping against hope that he wasn’t about to tell her there was nothing between them.