Chapter Ten

Alex

My loafers hit Maci’s front steps at 10:01 and my cock was already hard as steel. Her liquid smoke purr was still echoing in my ears, replaying her voicemail in my mind over and over again. I’d picked up my phone the instant my shift was over and I was safely inside Santa’s workshop and out of the line of sight of the Christmas shoppers. The suggestion in her voice was clear and I’d never busted out of that damn Santa suit so fast.

I knocked softly, not wanting to wake up Alyssa, and Maci appeared fast enough that I smiled, wondering if she’d been pacing at the front door waiting.

She swung open the door and my jaw hit the ground. A black robe enveloped her beautiful body with some kind of sheer material leaving just a hint of imagination and mystery.

Yeah, that wasn’t going to last long.

“You came,” she said with a relieved smile.

“Hell yeah,” I growled. “Where else would I be?”

She stepped back and I crossed the threshold. As soon as the front door was closed, she was in my arms. I pulled her in tight, kissing her. Tasting her. My hands roamed her body, taking in every bit of her soft skin. Her sultry perfume crowded out my senses, leaving only one intact. . .

Red. . .hot. . .desire.

“Oh, wait, I’m missing part—” Maci tugged free of me and clattered over to swipe a Santa hat from the side table in the small entry way. She put it on and offered a coy smile. “What do you think?”

“That’s funny,” I said, grinning. “I have a jacket that matches that hat perfectly out in the car.”

Maci giggled into my shoulder. “Maybe you should go get it…we could turn you into a dirty Santa.”

My cock throbbed as the word dirty fell from her lips.

A few minutes later, Maci was stripped naked but for that damn Santa coat, lying on her bed. I buried my face between her soft thighs, savoring the sweet slickness and licked her sweet pussy like a man on a mission.

She tried not to moan too loudly, we didn’t want to wake anyone. Her hands dug into the comforter and then my hair as I brought her closer to the edge. I glanced up at her, loving the way her tits teased me under the bright red coat.

It looked a helluva lot better on her than it did me.

There was no way I’d be able to wear the damn thing without getting a huge hard on, which, when working around children, wasn’t ideal. I’d have to scratch that from memory.

I slid my finger deep inside of her and she rolled her head to muffle her moans with the pillow. My finger worked gently on her g-spot, and she grabbed my wrist with both hands, fucking my finger, rubbing her clit on my palm to get more pressure to her sweet spot. I didn’t need any more coaxing, this girl was on fire!

I slid another finger inside her and she came undone. Her hips bucking and juices flowing as she groaned out something incoherently sexy.

“Yeah, baby,” I whispered. “There it is. Come for me.” Her moans and the added pleasure of her squirting damn near made me come before I even got inside her.

I sucked her slickness off my fingers and crawled up her body, leaving a trail of hot kisses over her sweat-flushed skin as I went, and then rolled her over, on top of me. The Santa coat flapped open and her breasts bounced as she placed her legs on either side of my hips.

“Damn, you’re so fucking sexy,” I told her, palming her breasts. She was still panting when my hands slipped under the coat and anchored on her full hips. I lifted her onto my cock and she slid down on it slowly. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.”

With a wicked smile, she rocked forward, the walls of her pussy swallowing me in one smooth move. “You like that, huh?” She ground down on my prick and circled her hips. “Guess this definitely lands us on the naughty list.”

I chuckled. “I can live with that.”

Maci placed her hands on my chest for better control and rocked her hips, her warm pussy pulling me in deeper. The little vixen had all the moves and after a few more minutes, we crashed and rode the waves together.

Afterward, we lay there, boneless, limbs intertwined and tangled, listening to the even rise and fall of our breathing as we relaxed in the aftermath.

“My mom wants me to invite you, and of course, Alyssa, to their house for Christmas Eve dinner. It’s a pretty casual thing, so before you come up with an explanation to get out of it, just know it’s not a big thing and that there’s no pressure or weird, invasive questions on the agenda.”

Maci laughed. “Aha. Well that’s very reassuring.”

“So?”

“You said your mom wants to invite us. What about you? What do you want?”

I grinned over at her. “I could think of other ways I’d rather spend the evening, but nothing I’m thinking about is child friendly.”

“All right. We’ll be there.” Maci smiled. “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

Her eyes twinkled in the low light from the bedside lamp as she looked up at me. “That you do that thing with your fingers one more time,” she said, nudging me back down between her thighs.

I grinned up her body, eying her perky tits. “With pleasure.”

***

Life hit the fast forward button on a throttling ride to Christmas Eve. Maci and I saw each other as often as possible but both of our jobs took up more and more time as the holiday season ramped up into critical mass.

The result left me jittery and on edge as I scrambled through the living room, getting ready to leave and pick up Maci and Alyssa for the family party.

A fact that my mom found entirely too humorous.

“This reminds me of when you were waiting for the limo to arrive on prom night,” she mused from her place at the kitchen stove. “You were fumbling with your wallet, double—and then—triple-checking that you had your tickets.”

“As fun as this trip down memory lane might be, I need to get going.” I shook my head. “I told her I’d pick her up at seven. And can you remind Dad that we’re not talking about my work and all that stuff?”

“You haven’t told her yet?”

I sighed. “Not yet. I will.”

“You’ll have to! You’re leaving in a few days.”

“Don’t remind me,” I muttered under my breath.

“I’ll make sure Dad and Jamie know not to bring it up.” She stirred the contents of the pot before her. “As for Margie and Merve, Cindy and Stu, I can’t guarantee they won’t say anything. It’s not like I can hand out scripts at the door.”

“I know.” I swiped the keys to the Buick. “Thanks, Mom. See you in a few minutes.”

I was glad that Maci and Alyssa were coming to the party but as the date had crept up, I realized there were a few problems, namely that I hadn’t found a way to tell Maci that I lived in LA and that I would be leaving for my real life very soon.

“Hey, Alex!” Alyssa chirped from the hallway. She sashayed into the room.

“You look very pretty, Alyssa,” I told her.

She blushed and did a little twirl, sending her intricate Christmas dress flying like something from a ballet.

Maci smiled at me. “My sister sent that from London.”

“Nice.” Maci was a knockout, as always, in an eggplant dress that hugged her curves but not in an overly provocative way. The kind of dress that got my imagination surging into overdrive but wouldn’t draw a critical eye from my parent’s nosy neighbors. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” Maci set a hand on Alyssa’s shoulder. “Should we get going?”

I nodded and opened the door. Alyssa scurried ahead of us and Maci helped her into the back seat after buckling in a small booster safety seat. I got behind the wheel as Maci slid into the passenger seat and then we took off into the chilly night.

Maci’s perfume filled the Buick, invading my senses and short-circuiting my brain. The fragrance was soft and floral and had me desperate to strip away her layers of clothing and breath in the scent as it clung to her warm skin.

I was going to have a case of blue balls for the record books by the end of the night.

As expected, both Maci and Alyssa were greeted like royalty. My parents and sister were warm and genuinely interested, whereas the neighbors mostly wanted to watch, like it was a spectator sport, wondering what kind of woman might have captured the attention of the Lawson’s “picky” son.

We nearly made it through the dinner unscathed, but as the last of the pie and brownies were being scarfed down, Stu Henderson, my parents across the street neighbor, asked me if I was missing the California sunshine.

My eyes flew to Maci as she glanced up from her plate. “California?”

I cringed.

Stu gave a hearty laugh. “I imagine being a big shot billionaire in LA makes two weeks in the suburbs a little dull by comparison!”

Before I could rush in with a smooth explanation, Alyssa, oblivious to her mother’s distress, announced loudly that she needed to use the potty.

“Excuse me,” Maci said.

Maci took Alyssa down the hall and I jumped up to clear my plate. When they reappeared, Maci told me that Alyssa wasn’t feeling well and that they would need a ride home sooner rather than later.

“Oh no!” my mom said, genuinely disappointed, which only added to my guilt. “We didn’t get a chance to give you your gifts.” She scrambled up and Maci shot me a concerned look.

“She wanted to get you a few things,” I said.

“Oh—” Maci shook her head. “That wasn’t necessary…”

My mom flapped a hand and went to retrieve the gift bags. “There’s one for each of you. Just a little something.”

The bags were nearly as large as Alyssa.

Maci was flustered. Panic written all over her face.

“Thank you so much, this is really too sweet.” She looked to me and I hurried forward.

“I’ll get your coats,” I said.

I heard her and my mom talking, making plans for lunch from the sound of at least my mother’s side of the conversation. I ducked into the spare room that my dad used as a den and retrieved the coats from the set of hooks on the back of the door. Maci was embracing my mom when I got back to the dining room. They all exchanged pleasantries and then Maci herded Alyssa toward the front door.

Neither of us said a word as Maci got Alyssa settled in her booster seat in the back seat. Maci gently shut the door and then rounded on me. It took a moment to recognize the fire in her eyes, blazing under the lights mounted on either side of the garage doors. “What the hell is going on here, Alex? Who are you?”