Naughty or Nice: A Friends to Lovers Christmas Romance

by Alexis Winter

  I’ve never been taken this way before and it’s perfect, something that only he can do. I come harder than I’ve ever come before and he joins me, filling me with every last drop. Moments later, he releases me and I collapse onto the mattress.

  We both lie on the bed, neither of us moving or talking. We’re both just focusing on catching our breath and controlling our racing hearts. He leans down and grabs the blanket we’ve somehow managed to kick to the foot of the bed and he pulls it over both of us before reaching over and shutting off the light. He pulls me to his chest and presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder.

  “That was fucking mind-blowing,” he says, kissing up my neck to my ear.

  “Earth-shattering,” I agree.

  “Mind-altering.”

  “Mind-altering? How about world-altering?”

  He chuckles in the distance. “Fuck, why did we wait so long to do that?”

  I laugh. “Cuz someone wanted to keep me pure,” I tease.

  “Fuck pure. I’ll take dirty any day.” His hands are already sliding up my body again, caressing my sides and hips, squeezing my breasts, and gently working their way between my folds.

  His mouth lands on my neck and he kisses up my neck and nibbles on my ear. “Once is never enough,” he says, causing me to roll over. He slides back on top of me. “I’ll never get enough of you,” he says, bringing his lips back to mine.

  I put my bra back on and pick up my torn panties, garter, and hose. I hold them up in the air, showing them to him. “What am I supposed to wear home now?”

  He chuckles. “Here,” he says, reaching into his bag and tossing me a pair of boxer shorts.

  I catch them and pull them on with a giggle.

  “What?” he asks.

  “I was just thinking about how I was always so jealous of the girls you were with, and how now that I’ve been with you, I know exactly how jealous I need to be.”

  He smiles as he walks over. “If it makes you feel any better, every single one of them, I imagined they were you.”

  I smile. “You did not.”

  He nods. “Ask Beth. I fucked up and called her Felicity in bed one night. She kicked me out and we haven’t talked since.”

  I laugh as I reach up and wrap my arms around him. “Our one night together is almost over,” I say, looking into his eyes.

  I see them dash from mine, to the clock, and back. “Well, we better make the most of it then.” He picks me up against him and carries me back to the bed where we spend the rest of the night.

  Eight

  Carson

  I wake in the morning with a smile on my face. I don’t open my eyes though, in fear of it all disappearing. I roll to my side and reach for her, but the bed is cold and empty. My eyes pop open and anger washes over me. I can’t believe she snuck out of here while I was asleep. I get up, pull on my basketball shorts, throw a coat on, and slip my feet into some flip-flops. I rush out of the house faster than anyone can stop me.

  I walk across the snow and ice covers my feet, but I don’t even feel it as I walk up to her front door and open it. I let myself into her room and find her dead asleep in bed. I slam the door shut and she sits up.

  “Carson, what the hell?” she asks, rubbing her eyes.

  “You snuck out,” I say, simmering down now that I see her sleepy eyes.

  “You fell asleep. We agreed on one night so I wanted to keep my word. What’s wrong with you?” She throws the blankets back and stands up. She’s still wearing my boxers, but the bra is gone. Now replaced with a white tank top that I can clearly see through.

  My anger falls away and quickly changes to something else. Need. “Maybe I want more than one night. Maybe I want two.”

  She smiles. “Okay,” she agrees.

  “You’re not even going to fight with me?”

  She seems taken aback. She always fights with me. Don’t give up now.

  “Do you want me to fight with you?’

  I nod. “That’s our thing. Me and you, I tell you one thing and you don’t like it and we fight.”

  She nods. “Okay, we agreed on one night, Carson. Not two. Don’t get greedy.”

  “Greedy? I’m greedy, little Ms. I’ve wanted you since I was seven. Now you got a piece and you’re done?”

  She laughs and shakes her head at me. “Shut up, you idiot.” She presses her lips to mine and everything else is gone. I lay her back on the bed and pull the blankets up over both of us. Under the blanket, I push my shorts down her legs and push my basketball shorts over my hips. I’m hard and ready to go, just like every other argument with her. Sliding into her is easy, warm, and welcoming. Finally, connecting as one, I can think straight. I hold her tight against me as I let myself calm down, unmoving in any way. “What are you doing to me?” I whisper, finally pulling out to thrust back in.

  I’ve always known right from wrong. I knew what I wanted, what I needed, and what I should avoid. All the answers to those questions are her. She’s right and oh so wrong for me. I wanted her. I needed her. And I should be avoiding her right now, but that’s not going to happen. I’ve had a taste of her and her sweetness is left on my tongue. There’s no way I’m forgetting last night. There’s no way I’m not fighting for more. Where she ends, I begin, and together, we’re one. There’s no going back now and that thought scares the shit out of me because I don’t know how we’ll end up. I’m no longer certain on my future.

  I don’t know how, but we manage to pull away from one another. I put my flip-flops and coat back on and leave her house. Neither of us are ready for the day. We both need to get cleaned up and I need to come up with some kind of plan to escape this house for the day. As I’m passing through the living room, her mother lets out a yelp.

  “Oh, Carson. I didn’t know you were here,” she says, her hand covering her heart.

  I smile. “Sorry, Mrs. B. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just popped by to wake Felicity up. She wasn’t answering my calls and I wanted to make sure she was okay.”

  “Aww, you’re such a sweet boy,” she says.

  I force a smile and wave as I exit the house. A sweet boy? A sweet boy who just fucked your daughter. like four times in the last twenty-four hours. Yeah, not so sweet, I think as I make the journey back to my mom’s house.

  When I get home, I waste no time in taking a shower and getting dressed. When I walk back into my bedroom, my mom is in there stripping the bed.

  I freeze when I see what she’s doing. I clearly would have washed my dirty sex sheets myself.

  “I was just going to make the bed until I came in and seen what a wrinkled mess it was. You must be a rough sleeper.”

  “Mom, I was just getting ready to do that.”

  She waves me off. “It’s no problem, dear. I’m happy to have you home.” She tosses the blankets and pillowcases into a pile on the floor while she strips off the fitted sheet. Then she bends over to pick it all up and comes up with something red. She’s holding it by two fingers.

  My face heats up when I realize it’s Felicity’s panties.

  “What in the world?” she asks, looking from the scrap of material, to me, and back.

  “Oh, uhhh…that’s mine,” I say, reaching out and taking the torn-up material.

  “Who’s is that? Carson, are you having people stay over?”

  I swallow, unsure of what to say.

  “Who’s been here? I’ve only seen Felicity and the two of you have never…” Knowledge washes over her. “Oh, Carson,” she chastises. “Not you and the neighbor girl.”

  “What?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “You better watch what you’re doing and think long and hard about this. They are family! They will be here Christmas day for dinner, you know?”

  “I know, Mom. They spend Christmas here every year.”

  “Then you know how valuable our friendship is with them.”

  I nod. “I know, Mom.”

  She seems really disappointed. “I’ve got to call her mo
ther. I’ve got to put a stop to this.”

  “Mom, I’m a grown-ass man. Don’t you think I can handle this myself?”

  She picks up the sheets and looks at me. “A grown-ass man doesn’t sneak women into his mother’s house to…” She starts to stutter, not knowing how to say it. “To sex her up.”

  Really? That’s the term you chose to use?

  She rushes out and I fall back on the bed, groaning.

  It’s only been five minutes before Felicity is calling.

  “Hello?” I answer.

  “Well, I just had the most awkward conversation with my mother.”

  “I’m sorry,” I say, sitting up. “I just came in the room and she was stripping the bed. Then she found your ripped-up panties and knew you were the only one who had been over. She put it together herself. Are you in trouble?”

  She laughs. “No, my mom thinks it’s great.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah, she said she’s known for years how the two of us felt about one another and she’s glad we’re finally doing something about it.”

  I shiver. “I feel a little dirty now that we like…have her permission.”

  She laughs. “She also mentioned running into you in the living room this morning.”

  “Yeah, she said I was a sweet boy after I roughly fucked her daughter under her own roof.”

  “Well, it wasn’t that rough,” she says.

  “What?”

  “It was sort of gentle. I enjoyed it.”

  I feel like my manhood is on the line. “Oh, you want it rougher?” I ask. “I can get rougher,” I promise.

  “You were pretty rough last night and I enjoyed that too. I like seeing all the different sides of you I didn’t know before.”

  I laugh. “You don’t think I’m some sort of sick, twisted weirdo? Cuz my mom does now after picking up your ripped-up panties.”

  She giggles. “If you’re a weirdo, I’m a weirdo. In fact, I think we need to get to living out that car fantasy I’ve had for far too long.”

  I smile “Oh, that we can do.” My body starts to come alive, just from talking about it. I stand up and look into her window. “Where are you?” I ask.

  She quickly steps in front of the window. I see that she’s changed out of my boxers. She’s now wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a light-pink sweater. “Mmmm, you look sexy.”

  She frowns. “Sexy? How?”

  “I love watching you walk around in yoga pants.”

  She smiles as she turns around to give me view of her ass.

  “Now bend over,” I direct and she does.

  “Oh, good Lord,” my mother says, walking in and seeing what’s going on.

  “Mom, for God’s sake, knock!” I turn around and yell at her.

  She picks up the pillowcase that she dropped on the floor by the bed. “It’s like I’m raising a teenager again,” she grumbles, making her way back out of my room.

  Felicity, hearing everything that’s going on, giggles in my ear.

  I hold up my finger and motion for her to come over.

  “Where we going to do it with your bed stripped and your mom walking in?”

  I look at my closet and back.

  She tilts her head. “You want to have sex in the closet?” she asks.

  I smirk and nod my head.

  She rolls her eyes and lets out a long breath, but then says, “I’ll be right over.”

  I hang up the phone and slide up the window. She pushes hers up and then climbs out. I help her into mine, then pull her to the closet. My mouth is on hers before I even have the door shut.

  Every time she tries to leave, I pull her back in, but end up having to release her when she tells me she has a day planned to do some Christmas shopping with her mom. I let her go, giving her an extra long kiss before helping her back out the window. I stand there and make sure she gets back in hers. She does and she closes the window and locks it behind her. She offers up a smile before turning away and leaving the room.

  With her occupied for the day, I’m at a loss for how to spend mine. All I know is that I don’t want to spend it here, with my mother and stepfather. I decide to just head out and see where I end up. As I’m gathering my phone, keys, and wallet, someone knocks on the door and I almost get excited, thinking that maybe Felicity canceled on her mom. I walk out of my room in time to see my mom open the door. Gillian is on the other side. Her long dark hair is in her signature curls and she’s wearing a big bright smile as she hugs my mom.

  Mom turns around to call for me but stops when she sees me already here. “Oh, Carson. Look who’s here.”

  “I see,” I reply. I look at Gillian. “What are you doing here?”

  She puts her smile in place. “I came to see you, silly. Can we talk?”

  “Sure,” I agree, leading her back to my room.

  “Wow, back in your childhood bedroom. How’s that feel?” she asks, walking around the room and looking at everything.

  “I’d rather not talk about it,” I say, plopping down in the desk chair.

  She nods. “Noted. So, how have you been?” she asks, sitting across from me on the stripped bed, the bed I just fucked my best friend on. Looking at that bed, I don’t see Gillian sitting on it. I see all the naughty things that I did to Felicity, all the naughty things she liked, all the naughty things that I can’t wait to do again.

  “Fine. You?” I ask, shaking my head to clear it.

  She nods and keeps that fake smile in place. “I’m good. Fine. Are you enjoying being back home for Christmas?”

  “What’s this about, Gillian?” I’m tired of the small talk already.

  She takes a deep breath. “I should’ve known that you wouldn’t be much for small talk. You never were.”

  “That’s right. So spit it out.”

  She nods. “Okay, here goes.” She takes a deep breath. “I miss you.”

  I freeze when I hear those words. She misses me? She’s the one who broke up with me.

  “I realize now that I never should have called things off with you. And I’m sorry that it took me so long to see it. It’s just that, the holidays make you think, you know? Make you think about what you’re thankful for and really puts things into perspective. It’s just that when you said you didn’t want the whole marriage and kids thing, it threw me for a loop. I mean, you’re a great guy with a good job. Marriage and kids are usually part of the package. But I see now that I acted a little hastily. If it’s time you need, I’ll give that to you. I can wait for those things. I just need to know that at some point, you do see us getting there.”

  I sit back, thinking over her words. Gillian and I had spent nearly five years of our lives together. She’s the closet thing I’ve had to a lasting adult relationship. But that was back when I thought that Felicity was out of the question. Still, I had feelings for her. Strong feelings. Maybe even love but I don’t know how true that is. I felt more for her than I had anyone up to that point. So I thought that was what love was. But now, now that Felicity and I are in such a good place, I don’t know.

  “Is that Felicity?” Gillian asks, looking out the window.

  I lean forward in my chair, finding Felicity standing in her window, shock evident on her face.

  I quickly pull my phone from my pocket and send her a text.

  Me: I’ll explain later.

  I tuck the phone away and look back out the window, watching her read it. She looks up at me and nods once before turning away.

  “So you’re both home at the same time, huh? That has to be exciting, just like the good ol’ days.”

  I take a deep breath. “I don’t know what you’re wanting me to say here, Gillian. I mean, you broke up with me three months ago. I haven’t heard from you since. And then you show up here, completely unexpected and say what? That you want to get back together but only if I can promise you a ring and a kid?”

  Her eyes flutter closed. “I know this must all be a shock to you. I’ve been thinking ab
out it for months. Don’t worry, though. I’m not asking you to make up your mind today. You can think about it. But please, think about it. Don’t just push this aside. We have five years behind us. It’s too much to just give up. don’t you think?”

  I don’t know what to say, so I just stand up. She stands up with me and she steps up to my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist. I place my arms around her and hug her lightly, noticing how this doesn’t feel anything like it does when it’s Felicity in my arms.

  “Come on. I’ll show you out.”

  I show her to the door and I step out with her. I see Felicity and her mom in the car, but they haven’t backed out of the drive yet. I can feel Felicity’s eyes watching me. To my surprise, Gillian steps up to me and the next thing I know, she’s pressing her mouth to mine. I pull back quickly, looking at Felicity in the car again. Hurt and pain is reflecting in her eyes.

  “Sorry, I guess it’s too soon, huh?” Gillian says when I reject her kiss.

  “Yeah, too soon,” I agree, but I highly doubt we’re talking about the same thing. It’s too soon for me to be hurting Felicity this way, and that’s exactly what I’ve done.

  Nine

  Felicity

  What the fuck is Big Boobs doing over there with him? He told me that they broke up. Did he lie? No, Carson doesn’t lie to me, especially about things like that. So what’s she doing there? Is she trying to get him back? Over my dead body. He’s mine. He always says that I’m his and have been since we were kids. Well, he’s mine and has been since he was ten years old. I don’t know what she’s doing, but I’m not going down without a fight. I finally have something to fight for.