Stone Hard Christmas
Xavier Stone
"Don't give me that look." I point my finger at her determined face.
"Don't tell me what to do with my Vada," she stresses.
The way she's acting, you’d think I short circuited her favorite vibrator.
"I'm not telling you—"
"You can't seriously bring that run-down car out here," Sid lowers her voice, trying to mimic me. "It won't survive the trip."
"That's fact, not telling you what to do," I object. I was hoping this would go better. I was hoping she would let me fucking finish trying to give her the best pre-Christmas gift ever.
"Close enough, Sasquatch," she grumbles, pushing out of the aerodynamic chair at her desk.
I open my mouth to argue my case, but my little tiger is too quick to draw her claws.
"Ya know, I've almost forgiven you for the company party incident, and you have to go and do this." She crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes at me. "Don't you laugh."
"Oh, come on!" I bark with a laugh. "It's not my fault you're gullible."
"Gullible," she scoffs. "I was hopeful! And that means it hurt all that much more when you lied to me."
"Tiger," I coo, reaching for her.
"Don't touch me." She swats at my hands. "You don't get to douse the fire in my loins, suggest I just abandon my baby in Pennsylvania, and then fondle me."
"Come on, it's not my fault you really believed there would be a Santa stripper and a holiday orgy going down at the studio party. I mean, there were kids there," I argue.
"Oh, I know there were kids there," she counters, poking me in the chest. "I know this because we walked onto the studio lot and were greeted by a bounce house, party game stations, and Santa arrived to deliver gifts to them. However," she stabs my chest with her finger again, "you didn't say it would be a family party—even after all my fantasizing aloud about what I thought it would be like."
"It's not my fault you have such depraved notions about my parents’ company. In fact, it's a bit judgmental that you think they are just sex-crazed nymphos."
Dropping into her chair, she sighs, "Yeah, being with you is really killing my fantasies."
"Thanks," I deadpan, then get us back on track. "So, since Vada won't be—"
"I have made no decision on Vada," she interrupts. "Are you jealous of my car?"
"Why would I be jealous of that car?"
"That car?" she gasps. "You should totally be jealous of her, ‘cause I love it way more than you. In fact, I'm contemplating leaving you just to go back home to her."
I open my mouth to remind her I'm the one she loves most, but am distracted when she picks up her cell phone and taps the screen.
"What are you—?"
"Hey, Daddy," Sid coos.
"Oh, that's low," I grumble.
I love Sid's parents. Her mother is a total MILF, though she hides it behind her proper housewife persona, and her Dad is hilarious. What I didn't quite realize, until Sid moved to LA with me, is she is a total daddy's girl. An unrepentant one at that, always trying to use him to stack things in her favor.
Lucky for me, Mark isn't too overbearing about it, and half the time I'm sure he's only getting her worked up so I have to deal with her crazy rather than him. I mean, the guy has dealt with it for years, so I get it. Lucky for Sid, she's my kind of fucking crazy and being part of these things with her is something I’m a thousand times ready to do. Unlucky for Sid, it doesn't fucking matter what her daddy says. I'm a grown ass man who doesn't take orders from my girlfriend's father.
She grins and continues. "Vada is all looked after back home, right?" She nods. "Great, ‘cause I'm going to bring her out to California."
"There is no way—"
"It's not a joke," she argues into the phone.
Ha! He's on my side.
"I've been trying to tell her, Mark," I shout. "But she won't listen to me."
Sid turns a scowl on me, and mouths, “Shut up."
"I'm not getting rid of her," she protests.
"You don't have to," I say on a part growl, part sigh. Not once did I say get rid of the fucking car. I just said the black Xterra would never make a cross country trip.
"But I could have her transported out here by… Fine, traitor," she snaps. "See if I let Mom talk to Xavier anymore." She grins victoriously. "All is fair in—hey!"
I snatch the phone from her hand, push my body between her legs, and put the cell to my ear.
"I'll leave you voicemails to play anytime you want," I inform him.
Mark laughs. "You trying to work her up for a reason, son?"
"Give back the phone, Sasquatch!" Her arms stretch up, but with my body so close, she can't stand or get higher than my pectorals.
"No, I actually brought it up because I have a surprise for her, but she won't stop bitching long enough to hear me out," I tell him.
"Ah, well, once you two are sorted, give us a call and let us know when you're on your way for dinner."
"Will do," I confirm before we both end the call.
In an attempt to make sure Sid didn't feel like something was missing during the holidays, we flew out to Pennsylvania for Thanksgiving, with my entire family following along. My mother practically wept when we all sat down at an extended dinner table to eat.
"It's like a Norman Rockwell painting," she’d said, sniffling.
Now, continuing to ensure Sid realized living across the country didn't mean losing her family, I flew Mark and Charlene out to Los Angeles for their first California Christmas experience. And when my mother found out Mark and Charlene were opting for a hotel instead of staying with Jack and Liza or us, she insisted they stay with them. Tonight, my family would converge into the massive home for Christmas Eve dinner with Sid's parents, Jack, Liza, the boys, and Maria and Gilbert joining us.
Dropping my chin, I look down at Sid. I have roughly three hours to appease my little hell cat and get us to my parents’ house.
"So, what's this surprise you mentioned?" She smiles wide and bats her eyes.
"It doesn't have anything to do with porn," I warn, knowing where her mind goes first.
I don't miss the small droop to her smile before she shrugs.
Taking my phone out of my back pocket, I unlock it and hold it out for her.
"What's this?" she asks, eyes roaming over the website already displayed.
"It's Nissan's website," I begin.
"You’re going to have me replace my baby with a newer model," she exaggerates with flourish. "That's such a guy move. I could never, ever, just replace my—"
"Nissan introduced a limited-edition 201 Rogue SUV," I tell her.
"So?"
I touch the screen and bring up what I really want her to see. "So, it's Star Wars themed, comes with a collectible Death Trooper helmet, and you can customize the exterior and interior."
Bringing the phone closer to her face, her eyes widen, and she licks her lips. Sid's thumbs start moving against the screen.
"The leather interior is embossed with the New Order symbol," she moans.
Gripping her arms, I pull her out of the chair, take her place, and then seat her on my lap. She doesn't argue or show that she realizes I've moved her at all.
"Look at the red detail on the rims," she sighs, leaning back into me and wiggling her ass.
"See, Tiger, you can custom build your own Rogue SUV New Order vehicle," I whisper into her ear.
Running my hands up her sides, I slip them to her stomach before cupping her breasts. She's not wearing a bra, and my dick pulses.
Sid presses her ass into my hardening cock and releases one hand from the phone to resituate one of my hands between her legs.
"You might have to fuck me as I stare at this soon-to-be-mine Star Wars the Last Jedi car," she rasps.
Dropping my mouth to her exposed neck, I confirm against her skin, "I can do that." And I can. I’m not above using Star Wars to get her naked and my cock inside her.
Curling my fingers inside her shorts and underwear, I run one finger along her slit.
"What are you going to name her, Tiger?" I slip a finger past her lips and circle her clit.
"Oh, yes, right there," she gasps.
"That doesn't sound very Sith," I tease, snaking my arm under her shirt so I can palm her tit.
"Darth Maulie," she says all breathy as her hips rock against my finger for more.
When I plunge one finger inside, she drops my cell to the floor and works herself against my hand.
"I need more," she demands.
"What do you want me to give you, Tiger?" I ask, rolling her nipple between my fingers and lightly biting where her neck and shoulder meet.
"Your cock," she answers immediately.
Planting my feet on the floor, I move both hands to her hips and push us out of the chair. Before she can complain, I yank down her shorts, shove her over the desk, fist the messy knot of hair on top of her head, and plunge two fingers inside her.
"Fuck, Xavier," she cries.
"Don't worry, hell cat, that's exactly what I'm gonna do."
Removing my fingers, I suck the taste of her from them before freeing my cock and driving into her pussy.
"Oh yes," she yells.
The desk jostles and moves about half a foot by the time I finish fucking Sid.
"How long do you think it takes for the car to be ready?" she asks, her eyes focused on the tablet in front of her face.
"The dealer said a couple months," I remind her. We called the local dealership in L.A. and got the details on how to make this car happen. "They'll let us know once it's being transported to their dealership."
Sighing, Sid drops the tablet into her lap and leans back in the seat of my car.
"Wait," she shouts, sitting straight, and also making me jump.
"Christ, Sid, I'm fucking driving," I scold.
"Do the girls know about the car?"
"Of course not," I scoff. "Like I would tell them anything about your gifts after the great treachery of July this year."
Rolling her eyes at my dramatics, she twists to face me.
"Are you still sulking about that?"
"You bribed the twins to tell you about your birthday gifts," I remind her, a little are-you-fucking-kidding-me-right-now in my tone.
She shrugs, giving an exaggerated sigh, "One of my best moments."
"My own flesh and blood betrayed me." I'll admit it, I'm pouting.
"Oh, come on, I made it up to you with anal."
"You like anal," I snap.
"You would prefer I didn't like it?"
"Of course I don't," I grumble. "It's just…damn it, woman, is it too much to want to surprise you with things?"
When I don't get a snarky or sarcastic comment in return, I glance over.
Her brows are furrowed as she bites her bottom lip between her teeth. Taking my right hand off the steering wheel, I palm the top of her thigh, and croon, "Hey." Then, I give her leg a squeeze.
"Yeah?" She snaps out of her daze-like state and puts a hand on top of mine.
"I'm not mad," I blurt, hoping she doesn't think I’m truly pissed about it. At the time, I had been frustrated, annoyed, and a little angry. I mean, I wanted to surprise her with the trip to Dante's View in Death Valley National Park where they shot some of the Luke and Obi-Wan scenes.
"Oh," she pats the top of my hand, "I know."
"Then what just happened?"
"Nothing." She shakes her head and turns back to the front of the car.
"Bullshit," I accuse. "You didn't give me any shit at all. I know something's up."
Dropping her head, she lets her curtain of hair hide her profile.
Holy shit, hiding behind her hair is the first sign it's about to get real.
"You're right," she mumbles. "That's all."
"Did you just say I was right?"
Sid shoves my hand off her leg and crosses her arms under her chest.
"Don't fucking get used to it," she snaps, still behind her hair. "I'm sure this is a fucking fluke. We should probably check to see if hell froze over."
Pulling into my parents’ driveway, I park the car and turn off the engine, but don't get out. Instead, I turn toward her and move her hair away from her face.
"Look at me."
She doesn't.
"Please, look at me," I whisper, leaning toward her.
The familiar smell of Honeysuckle wraps around my senses. Warmth spreads from my chest across all limbs. Fuck if this woman doesn't make me burn for her in every kind of way.
"What?" she barks out, giving me a petulant look.
Being real scares the shit out of Sid and makes her so uncomfortable, you see the tension in every muscle and feel the fear swirling around her. I hate it. This woman is so many types of badass—smart, funny, sexy, perverse, and loyal. To see her so afraid to open up makes me want to beat the shit out of every fucking man, boy, woman, and girl who hurt her.
So, instead of teasing her, I get fucking real too.
"I love you." Moving my hand to her face, I run my thumb along her soft cheek. "I love you so much."
Bringing my left hand to the other side of her face, I pull her toward me and press my lips to her furrowed brow before placing my forehead to hers.
"I love your sneaky, bribing ways, your crazy, your ridiculousness…fuck, Sid, there isn't a damn thing about you I'm not completely over the fucking moon, stupid in love with."
The muscles in her cheek bunch against my palms when she smiles.
"You love my crazy?" Her hands wrap around my wrists.
Pulling back, I stare into her eyes.
"I think we both know it's my fucking kind of crazy, Tiger."
Sid's smile grows, brightening her entire face. Then the mischievous glint I know all too well shines from her eyes.
"Is that all?"
"All?" I ask on a laugh. "That's not enough for you?"
"I mean, this is like perfect romance movie set up to propose," she says, matter of fact.
Blinking, I jerk my head back.
"Propose?" I ask, shocked.
"Oh my God, your fucking face," she squeals, falling into a fit of hysterics.
"You're fucking with me," I deadpan.
She clutches her stomach, gasping for air.
"This is the best day of my life," she shouts, still laughing. "The look of panic on your face—"
"That wasn't panic," I cut her off.
"Bullshit," she counters. "I got an up close and personal view of the flash of that reaction."
"It wasn't panic," I say a bit harder.
The seriousness in my tone silences her amusement. Brow furrowed once again, her eyes meet mine. A question hangs in them, and I'm so damn sure she doesn't want the answer, but I'm gonna give it to her anyway.
"That was reevaluation," I state.
"Reevaluation?" the question falls from her lips on a whisper.
"Yeah, Tiger." I pull her face close to mine again. "On whether I needed to say fuck Christmas Eve, fuck this family dinner, and turn this car around so I could get the ring I bought you two months ago."
She inhales sharp before stating, "You have a ring."
I nod and watch her eyes widen.
"What you saw was me thinking maybe I don't have many more months to convince you of what I already fucking know is going to happen." Knowing anything more would scare the shit out of her, I keep the rest to myself.
I'm so gonna marry you. You are going to fucking marry me if I have to super glue the fucking ring to your finger.
"Xavier," she starts, her tone revealing everything.
I still have months to convince her.
Moving my thumbs to her lips, I stop her from finishing.
"I know you're just fucking around." The right corner of my mouth lifts, and I run my thumbs along her soft lips. "Just know I'm not going to just fuck around forever."
A flash of panic crosses her eyes.
"Don't freak out," I order. "Just resign yourself to being Mrs. Stone at some point and everything will be gravy."
Shoving my hands away, she reaches for the car door handle. "Resign myself?" she scoffs.
"Yep." I grin.
"Resign yourself to letting me peg you, then we'll talk about this missus bullshit," she counters.
Before I can respond to that, she's opening the door and climbing out of the car.
Exiting on my side, I push up and turn, meeting her eyes over the roof.
"You know I have no desire to be fucked in the ass," I argue.
"Oh, whatever," she mocks. "You love when I stick my finger—"
"Ahem," a throat clears a few feet from us.
"God damn it," Sid groans, closing her eyes. Spinning around, she watches my father approach us. "Duncan," she calls out, "we've got to stop meeting this way." She refers to the first time they met, as well as other times my father seems to show up while Sid goes full non-filter.
"We were getting worried something was wrong," he explains.
Though, I'm not entirely sure the old man doesn't purposely wait for moments like this. Dad loves Sid, him and mom both do.
He continues. "You two have been out here for a while."
"We were exchanging proposals," she admits.
Dad's brow lifts and his eyes move to mine.
"Are congratulations in order?"
"Only if he lets me peg him first," Sid responds.
With a pat of her hand to his chest, she walks around his dumbfounded expression wearing self and enters the house.
As I round the car, I lock eyes with my father.
"Don't say a fucking word," I warn.
"What?" he asks. "I mean, if that's all it takes to lock her down, son…"
"Don't." This time, it's more a threat.
"I mean, it's not as bad as you think," he continues.
"Dad," I shout. "I don't need to hear about your—"
"If you're worried, there are videos you can watch. Just remember to use lubricant." When he finishes, he stares at my scrunched face. "What?"
Staring straight into his eyes, I tell him, "You're a bastard."
His loud laughter follows me into the house.
Stepping inside my parents’ house is comforting. It's the home I grew up in, and all the voices and noise in the big house are like a memory brought to life. My mother is the first to spot me, of course.
"Baby," she coos.
Tall, gold heels clack against the hard flooring as she makes her way to me.
Opening my arms, she steps into my personal space, and we wrap each other in our limbs.
"Merry Christmas," I say, planting a kiss to the top of her head.
"It is, isn't it?" Her question is muffled by my chest, but I can still hear how happy she is.
Mom loves family, and the more she can get under one roof, the better. So, having all of us here has got her on the biggest fucking high—one she’s constantly planning dinners and parties to get another fix.
Glancing up, I take in the group. With her husband by her side, my oldest sister, Kami, stands with her neck craned up. Her husband is talking, but she's just staring up at Jackson Shaw. The look on her face is fucking priceless. It's one I've seen on a ton of women when he's around. It's a mixture of awe at his height and lust because the overgrown fucker is smooth. I'm tempted to take a picture of my hard-ass sister just to taunt her with it later.
Sid's voice draws my attention to the next group of people. Mark and Charlene stand as close to her as possible, but my daughters, Lyra and Cass, clearly got to her first. They stand on each side of her, giggling profusely. Mark's shaking shoulders give away his amusement, and Charlene has a hand over her face.
Ember, my other sister, has her head back, laughing. Her husband's eyes meet mine. The humor in them confirms whatever Sid is telling them, the joke’s on me. Probably about what just happened out in the car. Sid glances over her shoulder, and our eyes lock. She lifts one brow before blowing me a kiss.
Next, I find Liza, and I can't fight my laugh. I bury my face in my mom's hair and chuckle.
"What?" Mom asks, finally releasing me.
Looking up at me, she runs her perfectly manicured fingers over her hair, then follows my eyes to where Liza sits surrounded by my nephews and father. Surprisingly, Maria and Gil are seated next to her as well.
"She's quite fascinating," my mother says, watching her grandsons ogle the poor girl.
"Is that what we're calling it?" I tease.
I feel the weight of her stare before I meet her gaze.
"Yes," she confirms. "It's better than calling her spank bank material."
"Christ, Mom! You can't just say shit like that." My outburst gets everyone's attention for about a minute, then they return to their own conversations.
She just shrugs.
"You're okay with Dad—"
"Not your father," she says, like it's so fucking crazy.
"The last time I checked, he's still a man," I remind.
"Yes, but his interest is different."
"Ya think so?"
Crossing her arms, she turns back to face me. "I'm well aware of how much of a man my husband is, Xavier."
"Don't," I warn.
"He made it very clear this morning," she continues.
Wrinkling my nose, I shake my head. "Didn't need to know that."
"I also know you can appreciate the female form and its beauty without adding it to your mast—"
"Nope!" I cover my ears. "Not gonna hear that."
I don't give a fuck if you grow up with porn stars as parents, knowing about sex—all kinds of sex—and are raised with an open discussion format, you still don't want to hear about your parents fucking, masturbating, or any of their sexual fantasies. Just. Fucking. No.
Rolling her eyes, she waves a hand in the air between us.
"Fine," she exaggerates the word. "You should be happy we're still sexually active, especially your father. That shit is genetic."
Dropping my head back, I groan, loudly.
This time, all conversation stops, and it stays silent.
Lifting my head back up, I smile wide, and announce, "Who wants to presents!"
I clap my hands and rub them together.
"That's after dinner," my mother scolds as my nephews and daughters raise their arms.
"Alright," I draw out like a disappointed child.
My nephews and the girls groan their own displeasure.
"Now that everyone’s here, let's—"
The doorbell rings, over, and over, and over.
"Who could that—" my father starts to ask as the door bursts open.
"Surprise!" Levi, Kami's only son, exclaims.
"Oh my God!" Kami screams, pushes away from her husband, and practically tackles my oldest nephew. In between planting kisses on his face, she asks, "How? When did you get back in the country? Why didn't you tell me?" She buries her face against his camo shirt.
His only response is, "So, you're happy to see me?"
Kami laughs, squeezing him tighter and burrowing deeper into his Army fatigues.
"Of course we are," her husband adds, wrapping his arm around them both.
Then, we all take turns welcoming our soldier home for Christmas.
After dinner, where we mostly bombarded Levi with questions about being overseas and how he was able to keep holiday leave from all of us, we gather in the large living room. A twelve-foot Christmas tree stands against the far wall of windows with boxes wrapped in all kinds of papers.
Stepping over the couch where Gil, Maria, and Sid are seated, I stand with my back to Sid and start to sit down.
"Wow, Sasquatch," she shouts, her hands shoving on my ass. "You trying to smother me?"
"Maybe," I tease, shifting and pushing myself between the armrest and Sid. It's a tight fit, and she has to throw one leg over my thigh to make it work. Not that I'm complaining.
"Space invader," she mumbles.
"Ian, you get to be Santa this year," my mother shouts, taking her seat next to my father.
Jumping up from the floor where all the kids sit, he starts distributing the gifts one by one with exaggerated flourish.
With a floor full of torn wrapping, tissue paper, and boxes, everyone lounges in a relaxed state. The conversations have grouped off with my and Sid's parents huddled together, while Ember and Kami are now in an animated discussion with Liza. Levi sits on the floor, helping Ian and Nate put something together. My girls sit around a gameboard with Jack and Liza's boys. And Maria and Sid chat quietly between Gil and me.
While they talk, I maneuver myself off the couch, out of the room, and up the stairs to my old room. Once inside, I take out my cell and send Sid a text.
Lying back on the bed, knees bent over the edge and feet on the floor, all the food, drink, and excitement catches up and I close my eyes. I'm not sure how long I'm out, but the dip and bounce of the bed lets me know I'm not alone.
Opening one eye, I glance down my body and find Sid lying next to me. Chin propped on my chest, she bats her eyes and smiles.
"Did you lure me up here to deliver me a Christmas package?" Her eyebrows rise and fall in an embellished motion.
"Maybe," I tease.
Pushing up, she slaps my chest. "Well, it will have to wait. I've got a Santa fantasy, and you're gonna wear the suit."
She tries to climb off the bed, but I fist her shirt and pull her back down.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" It's not really a question.
"It should," she feigns insult. "I'm a good girl."
Chest to chest, I roll until I'm on top, my body between her legs and forearms taking my weight.
"That's too bad, ‘cause only naughty girls get special gifts." I reach down into my back pocket and pull out the folded red envelope.
"You're supposed to be on the nice list," she says, her sarcasm evident.
"Naughty girls are nice," I argue, holding up the envelope. "But since you're a nice girl, I guess you don't want these."
I go to put it back, but Sid snatches it out of my hand.
She tears the sealed flap and pulls out the invitation.
"Shut the fuck up!" she squeals. "Are you serious right now!"
Grinning, I nod.
"We're going to the two-thousand-eighteen AVN's," she says on a sigh, clutching the Adult Video News Awards Show invite to her chest.
Only my girl would be this excited about adult video awards.
"I'm going to need you to get all amateur porn on my ass while I rub this all over my body," she states.
"Amateur," I scoff, pushing up off the bed. "Who's a fucking amateur? Do you even know who my parents are?" I stalk to the bedroom door, push it shut, and lock it.
Turning around, I find Sid sitting up, her arms angled behind her and palms planted in the mattress.
Her eyes follow my approach, the way I dispose of my shirt, and then fixate on my cock when I shove my pants to the floor and step out of them.
Bending forward, I rip her shirt over her head. Before she can get her balance, I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach. Yanking down her leggings and underwear, I drop to my knees, palm where her ass meets her thighs, and open her wide.
"You're gonna want to hold on," I state before delving my face between her legs.
"Oh fuck!" Her cry is accompanied by a slap to the mattress.
"Fucking amateur," I grumble against her pussy, then shove my tongue in deep.
After an hour of reminding Sid that there's nothing amateur about me, we make our way back downstairs. Her hair and my flush face put to rest any debates about what we were doing. But all their knowing smiles changed into full blown laughter when Sid announces, "I am officially invited to join the best fu—" she catches herself and glances to the kids, before finishing, "the best mattress testers awards!"
"I'm pretty sure last year’s award for best boy/girl scene took place on a poolside chair," my mom enlightens the room before winking at Sid and sipping from her wine glass.
At the end of the evening, we share hugs, kisses, and Merry Christmases with each other before leaving my and Sid's parents to spend the rest of Christmas Eve together.
"What are the chances your parents and my—"
"Don't go there," I cut her off and give her a squeeze.
After a late Christmas Eve night of making smores on the deck, Cass and Lyra finally go to their rooms. Now, I finally have Sid alone.
In our favorite double lounger, I lie on my back with her cuddled into my side and one leg thrown over mine. The cool ocean breeze mixes with the flames of the fire pit, creating the perfect atmosphere.
"Yeah, my dad isn't really the sharing type," she says on a yawn.
"Jesus, Tiger," I half groan, half laugh. "You just can't help yourself."
"Mmhmm…" she hums, burrowing deeper into my side.
It can't be more than ten minutes later when I feel the slow rise and fall of her body against me and the familiar sound of her sleep breathing. Sid doesn't snore, but there is a pattern I've grown used to.
Tightening my arms around her, I stare out over the ocean.
My girls in their rooms.
My woman pressed against me.
Merry Christmas to me.
~~ END ~~
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