Kink the Halls: A Christmas Novella (5 page)

“Spit it out! You know it’s fucking disgusting!” Seven laughs at him while he lunges for the garbage can spitting whatever is leftover in his mouth into the can. He looks from Seven to me, and back to Seven before he finally grows a sack and speaks.

“Thanks, really. That was fucking disgusting.” He’s in the fridge searching for something to wash the taste out of his mouth. I continue laughing at him. I can't help it, because I know exactly how bad that shit tasted.

“That’s what happens when Seven is left alone in the kitchen for a couple hours.” I catch my breath as River has a good laugh along with us. Then I remember exactly why I was looking for him in the first place.

“I know something you don't know,” I sing across the kitchen in River's direction. His bright green eyes narrow at me as I continue to taunt him like we are back in sixth grade.

“Spill, Star.” He continues watching me without any other words. I can tell he’s interested, but doesn't want to show exactly how interested he is in my new found information.

“How do you feel about Paisley?” I question him, and his eyes soften, his lips push together, but instead of a hard line a smile peaks through. BINGO!

“She’s sweet, quiet though. She's got some shit goin' on,” he tries to play it off. Anyone around here can tell something hasn't been right with her, but River is overly receptive when it comes to the sensitive side men should have.

“You think she’s hot?” He’s blushing. Fucking blushing. I want to laugh in his face, because this boy is so damn shy. But it’s adorable, and I begin to think River is exactly who Paisley needs to fix the fucking mess she has created with her life. Just like it took River, Chrome, and Magnolia to fix mine.

“She’s gorgeous, Star. All of you are.” Trying to win brownie points. “I gotta head down to the motel, I’m not sure how the new girl is working out.” He tries to make his escape, but I step in front of him before he is able to get out of the kitchen.

“Yes or no, River?” I ask, and he knows exactly what I mean. I will play matchmaker the minute he says yes.

“Yes, Star. Yes,” and he turns to walk out. Winning!

(Chrome)

I should have been back to Woodstock a lot earlier than this. As I pull up the driveway I notice an obscene amount of cars. River, Paisley, Seven and Levi, and of course Ryker's bike. I thought everyone would be asleep considering tomorrow is Christmas eve, but the closer I get to the porch the more commotion I hear. But what I walk in on is nothing I would ever expect.

The music is blaring Bing Crosby's Christmas tunes, and everyone is sitting around the Christmas tree laughing. It’s like out of a movie, and it warms my cold heart. It has been so long since I’ve been happy about the holiday season. I always try and make it the best for Scarlett, but I’ve never been able to provide her with a real family Christmas. Scarlett and Star have become just as close as Magnolia and Star. She treats my baby girl just as she treats her own. The only difference is the fact that our family is split between two homes. I hope to change that tomorrow night.

I walk through the door, and the small crowd erupts with a warm welcome home. It never gets old when I’ve been on the road for a couple days. Something I am praying will come to an end soon. I love the club, but the responsibilities it has been placing on my shoulders lately is just too much.

That’s when I see them, cuddled up on the couch, lost in each other’s eyes. They both look like love-struck puppy dogs and I’m wondering what parallel universe I just walked into. Paisley laughs, and her long blonde locks fall into her face. River takes this opportunity to skim his finger across her pink cheek while he tucks the loose strands behind her ear.

“What the hell?” I point at the two of them on the couch, and they both look at me like they got caught doing something wrong. Maybe they did? I’m still trying to decide if I’m happy about this pairing. “When did this take place?” That’s when my beautiful girlfriend cuts in.

“Over dinner tonight, aren't they an adorable couple?” Her smile could light up the fucking Empire State Building. She is beaming, overjoyed that, not only is her sister finally out of the funk she’s been sulking around the house in for a month, but my baby brother has been the one to pull her out of it. I don't know much about Paisley because she has been a recluse since she got here, but I do know that River is just about the best guy you can find. My mother really taught him well.

“Well, whatever.” I shrug and pull Star off the couch into my arms. “I missed you,” and her lips crash on mine. It has been four long days thinking about this moment. I want to throw her over my shoulder and drag her down the hallway to the master bedroom. I totally accept the fact that I am a fucking caveman when it comes to this woman.

“If you will excuse us for a few minutes,” Star grabs my hand and starts to pull me toward the bedroom. I don't even need to make the first move, she clearly missed me just as much as I missed her.

The living room explodes with hoots and hollers. The guys are whistling, the girls are yelling, and someone mentions something about protection. Ha. Yeah. I’m not too worried about that.

The bedroom door slams shut, and her hand moves behind me pressing the lock into place. Her tongue slides up my neck, and my hands fist into her hair. I pull her pony tail and tilt her mouth up to mine. I press my lips against her welcoming mouth. She opens without an ounce of hesitation.

“I missed you so fucking much,” I lift her up and she instinctually wraps her legs around my body. The heels of her boots rest right on my ass, and I can't wait any longer before I bury my cock deep inside her perfect pink pussy. I back up to the bed and toss her down. I pull the white sweater dress up, only to discover this dirty little bitch isn't wearing any panties and I almost blow my load right then and there.

No matter how many times I will be balls deep inside her, it’s never enough. Eternity will never be enough. She is just too fucking perfect. A moan slips from her lips and I can't fucking hold back anymore. Her hands work on the button of my jeans and my aching cock springs free. I can't take it anymore, I spread her legs and roughly slam into her.

“OH FUCK!” she screams, and a long drawn out moan follows. With those little sexy noises escaping her, I’m not going to last long at all. Jerking off for four days could never compare to the sweet warmth of her tight cunt.

“Fuck baby girl, it gets better every fucking time,” I hammer into her harder with each thrust. Her hand reaches down between our bodies and rubs her clit.

“Shit! Star you know that fucking drives me crazy.” a seductive smile spreads across her face, as she slides her hand further down and cups my balls. That’s all I need to tip over the edge. I slam my dick into her until my balls slap against her bare cunt, and I unload every drop of come I have deep inside her waiting cunt.

As my dick empties the last bit of my seed, her pussy tightens around my dick, and she releases her own juices all over me. Watching her cunt squirt in release will never fucking get old, in fact the only thing I want to do is fuck her again as soon as I see her come every damn time.

I collapse on top of her, and our chests desperately heave against each other as we try and catch our breath. Then, I hear it. A fucking giant crash outside the bedroom door. Followed by the hallway full of laughter. Fucking children. I don't need to open the door to know what’s going on, since it’s pretty typical around the house these days.

Making a Move
(Paisley)

Most of the house has gone to bed for the night. Star and Chrome locked themselves in the master bedroom hours ago. Gross. Seven and Levi retired to the guest suite off the kitchen, and now just River and I sit on the couch bullshitting about anything and everything. Between my sister's big mouth, and all the glances I’ve been stealing it’s obvious to River that I’m interested. I just never thought he would be such a gentleman.

I’m used to assholes pawing at my clothing, or being interested in nothing more than a quick fuck. But, River. He is different. He is the sweet kind of guy I need to help me heal from all the shit I’ve been dealing with over the past couple months. Let's be honest here, Florida really fucked me up.

I never thought I would see the day when I had to put the moves on a guy though. I mean, I’m not socially awkward when it comes to sexual tension by any means. I just want to approach this all in the right way.

My head is swimming, and I’m pretty sure I should have skipped that last beer. Come to think of it, I’m a little shocked my sister allows any kind of alcohol in the house given her history. Maybe it’s just for the holidays? What the fuck ever. Why am I even thinking about any of this?

“Wanna come up to my room for a bit? We can watch a movie or something.” I get up from River's lap, where I’ve been comfortably sitting for the past two hours. There has been no uncomfortable moments, when our bodies connect everything feels right for the first time in forever. I’m fucking cheesy.

“Got National Lampoons Christmas Vacation?” River asks, standing up and stretching his legs. His arms shoot out over his head, and I can see the slightest bit of dark black hair on his stomach while his blue jeans ride low on his hips. I’m momentarily distracted while I ogle his body, then I realize he just mentioned my favorite Christmas movie of all time. Screw White Christmas, or It’s a Wonderful Life; National Lampoons is where it’s at!

“Is Rusty still in the Navy?” I reply in my best Aunt Bethany voice, and River starts cracking up. Yup, something about this all is just right. His fingers lace between mine, and we make our way up the stairs, and to the end of the long hallway in the front of the house. My secluded bedroom sits far from everyone else, surrounded by two unoccupied spare rooms.

I push the door open and my bare feet patter across the hard wood floor toward the television. The DVD is readily available because I have watched it no less than a dozen times since Star set me up in here. So generous with every last detail, from the king sized bed to electronics she wanted to spare no expense on. I felt bad, really bad. I know some day I will re-pay her for every last thing. I don't like owing anyone anything.

“Get comfy, I will start the movie.” I point to my bed as he kicks his shoes off, and jumps into the pile of pillows. Just watching him sprawl out across my bed makes my heart skip a beat. Fuck. I should hold back. I should act like we’re in high school and just watch the damn movie, but all I want to do is fucking strip.

The opening credits of the movie start, and I make my way to the closet. I have no desire to actually keep these jeans on. Who wears jeans in bed anyway? I’ve been uncomfortable for hours while keeping my Christmas best on, but I’m finally in my own personal space. I poke my head out of the closet and turn toward River.

“I’m just going to get comfy okay?” He nods and mutters a whatever. I strip off the dark blue skinny jeans, and the white ruffled top. My panties slide down my legs, and I unclasp my bra. It joins the pink lace number on the floor. I pull a short, white, silk nightgown off a hanger. Something I never thought anyone else would be seeing, but here I am putting it all on display for him.

I peek out of the closet, silently taking him in. It is in this moment when I realize whatever it is that I feel for him isn't the mere lust I have felt for every other man that has walked in and out of my life. It sounds stupid, like a line out of a fucking but, to me, it’s real. I can feel the pull from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. The stolen glances, the sweet smiles. The butterflies flutter through my stomach, and the desire flows through my soul. It’s as intense as it can get, but I am sick of wasting time. I let go of the fear, and I go to him.

As I walk across the cold floor, his eyes swing in my direction. His relaxed look changes while he takes in every inch of my exposed skin. I pull the covers down on the opposite side of the bed, and start to climb in when his hand reaches for me.

“Please don't hide, come here.” He pulls me close, but not in the way you would expect. He settles me into the crook of his arm gently, while kissing the top of my head in the most respectful manner possible. I snuggle up close, and lay my hand on his chest. We lay like this for a while, watching the movie, and laughing at the hysterical one liners. I can't help but shoot up laughing when Clark Griswold starts his profanity filled Christmas rant. It is my favorite damn part.