Kink the Halls: A Christmas Novella (7 page)

“It worked!” Star's face appears from behind Seven, and the two start jumping up and down in the doorway. Chrome, Levi, Ryker, Scarlett, and Magnolia appear not long after. Every person in the house is now gawking at us.

“Why don't you take a picture, it will last longer,” I yell at the crowd. They continue to talk amongst themselves like we aren't laying just mere feet away, naked.

The crowd goes silent for just a minute before they all burst out laughing.

“Merry Christmas!” Star laughs, and the door closes.

Am I Just Horny?
(Seven)

“Did that really just happen?” Levi laughs while catching his breath. I know we were all trying to push River and Paisley together. Of course I had no idea that would happen over damn night. We must really be that damn good. Speaking of hooking up, I need some action. What they don't tell you in those stupid pregnancy handbooks is the fact that most mornings you are going to wake up wanting to ride a big fat cock while you are bent over the toilet emptying the remainder of your dinner from the night before.

I close the bedroom door, and pop the lock into place; something River and Paisley clearly forgot to do last night. I’m just glad they were still under the damn blankets when I walked in. Jesus when did she grow up? Way to make me feel fucking old and shit.

I slide the robe off my shoulders, and turn to watch Levi. He is unsuspecting, somewhere in outer space. I watch him for a minute as he sits down at his laptop to check his email. Something he does routinely every morning. Next typically comes a cup of coffee, followed by eight minutes in the bathroom with the New York Times. Once that project is accomplished, he lays his clothes out and embarks on a shower. I am about to fuck his morning plan all up.

“Hey baby,” I sing in an overly sweet tone, as he turns his head, he is rolling his eyes. Of course, I know I only use this tone when I want something. He can read me like a book already, and I secretly like it. I would never tell another damn soul though.

Levi's gaze drags up and down my body. I stand there in just a pair of his boxers and a tight fitted tank top. It has become my standard nighttime attire, especially with my expanding stomach and waistline. He shuts the laptop, and stands from the uncomfortable wicker chair and makes his way for me. I can't help but smile. He makes me smile. Smile as much as most little kids do on Christmas morning. I shouldn't be thinking about all the holiday festivities when all I want to do is fuck, but I am anxious to see how the next forty eight hours are going to play out.

Holidays have never been good for me. I typically bi-pass the entire week with a bottle of whiskey, and several nights at the club. Neither of which I will be doing this year. Fuck. Here is to a new chapter in my life; that’s for sure.

“I was thinking...” I run my finger along the seam of his plain white undershirt, tugging on it as I press my lips against his ear. “Maybe, we can have a little breakfast sex.” It doesn't need to be playroom worthy, but I'd be a damn liar if I pretended I didn't need him inside me.

“You know, Seven, I’m not sure whether you thinking is a good thing or a bad thing sometimes. But this, I could go for.” His hands wrap around my waist and carry me to the bed. I can't help but laugh, as the nerves course through my stomach like hundreds of butterflies. As many times as we are together, it is just like the first. Well, minus the strap-on, abundant amount of lube, and me kicking his ass to the curb.

I laugh, a deep, booming laugh that echoes through the bedroom. Levi pulls away, looking at me like I have finally gone off the deep end. Honey, I went off the deep end the minute I decided this domesticated life was going to work for me.

“Did you ever think... after that first night that we would be here barely three months later?” I can tell you, as much as I wanted him again, I never thought I would get married or have any children, ever. Like Satan should be coming up from the fiery pit of Hell announcing to Earth's population that Hell has in fact frozen over.

“Seven, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you would be my wife. You are my world.” His lips press to my temple, and I melt into his touch. The way his words make me feel, fuck. I never knew what real love was, and I may not be the best person when it comes to all that emotional bullshit, but I fucking love that man with everything I have.

His lips graze mine, and my body instinctively opens up for him. Our tongues dangle together in a passionate dance. We eagerly pull at each other’s clothes like we are teens in the back of our parent’s car. We are naked in no time flat, and I am begging him to press me into the mattress and take me.

His smooth chest hovers above my body as he leans in to take my mouth again. But this time, his hard dick presses against my wet entrance. I moan into his mouth while I buck my hips up to meet his lazy thrust. He is hesitant, I am frantic. He is loving, I am needy. He is careful, I am impatient.

“Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me like you know I need to be fucked, baby.” He is torn and I can see it in his eyes. He doesn't want to, but he does want to. I reach around his body and press the tip of my finger to his ass, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. His cock plunges deep inside me, only coming to a stop once he finally bottoms out and his balls slap hard against my ass.

“God, Seven,” he growls into my ear as his pace increases. He fucks me like he knows I need it, and just as my orgasm is about to take over, he lifts my body from the bed and we are moving. What the fuck is he doing?

My back slams up against the wall, I wanted rough, and apparently, I’m going to get it. His fingers tighten on my hip as his dick pounds deep in my cunt. With each thrust I climb higher and higher until I am screaming. At first, I don't realize how loud I’m being, but the pounding on the door clues me in. I want to laugh, or yell back. Give them some good ol' Seven sass, but I can't. It feels too good to do anything but focus on the good fucking I’ve begged for.

“You like that, Seven? Is that what you needed?” each word is accentuated with a thrust, deeper, harder, more desperate for release than Levi has been in the longest time.

I moan in response, because I can't formulate any kind of coherent words. My release churns in my belly, and I feel Levi tense up as he comes deep inside my cunt. Coating my pussy with this thick seed, spurt-by-spurt. Fuck it feels good.

“God damn!” I yell as I fall over the edge. His fingers rub my clit as I scream with ecstasy. Now this is the kind of sex I was talking about. None of that bullshit married couples fall into once they say I do. Now, if we could just jump on that before baby sex list, I would be golden. Maybe I can ask for that as a Christmas present?

(Chrome)

That little sack of shit forgot I asked him to do something for me this morning. Noooooo, he was too busy getting his dick wet inside my soon to be fiancé’s baby sister. The one who has barely spoken three words since she returned to Woodstock at the forced hand of Seven. I know Star was playing matchmaker, I just thought River was smart enough than to get involved in something like that. Especially with the fucking way he is.

Now, I have to disappear and pray no one notices for the next two fucking hours. If it wouldn't turn into a huge scene, I would try to fucking remind him of the simple damn task I left to him. Damn asshat boy.

Although with Star's new found need to bake every cookie known to mankind, I don't think she will notice I left. Hell, the house could crumble around her and she would still be lookin' all fuckin' cute in her vintage apron cooking up a storm. I shake my head and just pray my plan for tonight goes off without a hitch.

I knock on the guest bedroom door praying Seven and Levi are done with their early morning fuck. It seems like everyone in the house has gotten laid this morning, but me. Whatever.

A bright-eyed, and bushy tailed Seven answers the door and pulls me over the threshold by the collar of my shirt. Hands off lady. I don't do that touchy feely bullshit with anyone. Only Star. Only ever Star. She bounces up and down like one of the girls would and I wonder exactly what happened to the tough as nails business woman who wanted to castrate me at Thanksgiving dinner. I mean, don't get me wrong, it’s probably better to be on her good side, but this is just strange.

“She doesn't suspect a thing,” Seven mentions while picking up her phone from the desk. “Everything is all set at Pierce and Sons,” the small jewelry store I found the ring I just knew would look perfect on her finger. It is old, vintage. It isn't too big, but definitely not too small at all. Classic beauty for my perfect girl.

“River apparently isn't going to be going to get it, so I need you to cover for me for the next two hours. Make sure Star doesn't go looking for me. If she notices I’m gone, tell her it’s club business and I’ll be back shortly, and Seven? Thanks, you are a lifesaver.” I nod in Levi's direction as he walks out of the bathroom and gives me a nod.

I turn for the door and pray I can pull this off without someone tipping Star off, or having her figure it all out on her own. I’m sure she isn't expecting anything like this since we have fallen into such a simple day-to-day routine since finding each other. But it just isn't enough for me anymore. I never thought there would be a day when I wanted a wedding, or a woman to wear my last name. But I found her, and I am never letting her go.

(Levi)

That fool is as hard up as I was when I virtually kidnapped Seven and brought her to Vegas. I’m sure Star will swoon over the over the top romantic gesture. Seven on the other hand probably would have kicked me in the balls if I brought up anything besides Elvis marrying us. That is what I love about her.

“How do you plan on distracting her for two hours?” It’s a legitimate question, when Chrome is around, Star turns into a fucking magnet. She seeks him out even if it’s just for a simple kiss.

“Have you looked in the kitchen yet? I don't need to distract her, she is distracting herself.” Seven laughs, and I decide I need to investigate exactly what is going on. If for nothing else, comic amusement. I have to admit, Star has come a long way. I never cared for her, but knowing everything that I know now, I can't help but feel bad for everything she and Seven went through as children. Yeah, it sucks that my parents died when I was in high school, but I had a great childhood.

Star got the shit end of the deal on everything. If I ever fucking get my hands on that piece of shit brother of Seven's, I can tell you one thing, he would never fucking walk again. I would make sure of that. I round the corner into the kitchen and it looks like a fucking bomb went off. There is flour everywhere. Dirty pots and pans line the counters, and Star is smack dab in the middle of the kitchen chaos. Poor thing looks like she’s barely treading water.

“Need some help?” It looks like I’m going to be the one keeping her distracted instead of Seven, but it’s probably better off that way. Seven can't make toast, if it wasn't for me and an extensive list of takeout menus I’m not sure she would be eating enough to stay healthy for the baby.