Christmas Special short story - 2019 - MAJOR SPOILERS!! DUH! <3

2019 Christmas Special - Thank you so much for reading!

MAJOR SPOILERS!! DUH! <3

NOKOSI – 1 week to Christmas

“Will Santa bring Mommy back this year?” Lily asks and my heart clenches.

“I don’t think Santa has the power to do that.”

“B-but… but… Mommy said maybe Christmas.”

“Huh?”

“She said that I might see her at Christmas.” Lily pouts adorably and I can’t help but notice how much she looks like her broody bitch of a mother right now. The thought makes me smile.

“When did she say that?” I ask, my tone soft as I wrap the lights around the tree and give them a gentle tug to ensure they are securely in place.

“In my dream da udder day,” she replies, her words young and improperly formed.

“Other,” I correct, grinning as she struggles to hang one ornament on a low branch. Her scowl definitely reminds me of her mother. Fucking Lilith… even now after five years the ache in my chest is incomparable. I’ve resigned myself to the belief that she was my soulmate. I’ll never move on, I could never. She was it. What a cruel fate to have left me alone to. “You see her in your dreams?”

“Uh-huh.” The little girl, my little girl, cheers when she manages to hang the ornament but then growls and throws it when it falls from the branch. “Sometimes we play.”

“On unicorns and rainbows?”

“No,” she snaps, huffing comically. “We do the stick fishing.”

“The what?”

“Stick fishing!”

“Spear fishing?”

“Yeah, that.”

I almost fall from my stepladder. That’s impossible… I’ve never taken Lily spear fishing. Only normal fishing. I always thought spear fishing was too barbaric for her age, she’s not even five yet.

I rationalize it in my head. I must have told her at some point. We always talk about her mother. She’s obsessed with the idea of her and rightfully so. I’ve definitely told her at some point and her wild imagination is creating these scenarios.

Or perhaps she has the sight like Elisi.

No, that’s another scenario I won’t accept.

“Anetúte,” Lily calls, drawing my eyes back to her. “Will Santa bring Mommy?”

I shake my head. “I wish he could, Lily bug.”

“Maybe next year.”

“Maybe.” I scoop her up into my arms and nuzzle her squishy, soft cheek with my nose. “I’m enough though, right? We have fun?”

“Your beard is scratchy,” she replies, giggling girlishly. I growl and bite her neck, forcing more laughter from her until I know she can’t take anymore.

When I drop her on the ground, I help her with another ornament and we do this silently for a while, listening to the soft lilt of the radio coming from the kitchen.

My other thoughts, however, get the better of me. “Did Mommy catch the fish in your dreams?”

Lily’s big eyes widen with excitement. “Yes, Anetúte, every time.”

Nathan & Gwen – Christmas Eve

“Every single bloody time,” I sigh, looking at the mess of pine needles scattered throughout the wide, wooden floor of the entrance hall. “GUINEVERE?”

“Uh-oh,” I hear Emily call around a giggle. “Dad’s got his stern voice on.”

“GWEN!” I shout, kicking discarded tinsel to the side.

She appears in the doorway to the kitchen, looking warm and disheveled and so entirely sexy. For a moment I forget my annoyance and eye her from head to toe and then back up again. Savoring every inch of her delicious body.

Her brow quirks and her smile becomes one of mischief. “Shall we go upstairs?”

I almost say yes but then remember my point and the importance of it. “My business associates will be here in an hour and this place looks like a barn.”

“I know, sorry. It’s Emily’s fault.”

“Hey!” Emily whines. “Not true.”

“Don’t worry, Nathan.” Tyler, my son’s better half, pushes around Gwen with a broom in hand. “I’ve got this. You go take a Xanax before you give yourself hives.”

“Again,” Emily adds and the three women giggle.

“Where’s my son?” I question, looking for male support.

“Out back clearing the log burner,” Gwen replies and I kiss her as I pass, pressing my lips firmly to hers until she backs up against the wall. I never forget to kiss her whenever I greet her. I’ll never take what we have for granted again. I knew the moment I saw her on that beach that I’d be with her until the day I died, now I’m hoping that day comes a lot later in our lives and I hope I go first so I don’t have to suffer a moment without her.

“I love you,” I whisper, kissing the tip of her nose, grinning when she crinkles it.

“Awwww,” Tyler sighs wistfully, looking at us both with a soft smile. “I hope Dillan still loves me this much in twenty years.”

“New house, who dis?” Dillan jests as he passes me with a bin liner full of rubbish from the back garden.

“You’re not funny,” Tyler snaps, scowling playfully at him.

He pinches her hip and touches her cheek with his tongue. “Fair maiden, I will love thee forever.”

“You’re an idiot,” she grumbles, continuing to sweep a pile towards us.

“I tried, you all heard me, I tried.” Dillan grins as he exits through the door backwards, carrying the heavy bag behind him.

“Don’t worry, Em. You’ll meet Mr Right eventually,” Tyler consoles my daughter who I have yet to see as she’s still in the kitchen doing whatever it is she’s doing.

“I already did. How is your brother these days?”

I tense, I can’t help it. The idea of my daughter with any man is abhorrent, but the idea of her with a man almost a decade older than her, no matter how successful he is, makes me angry.

Gwen, sensing my inner tirade, pats my cheek and kisses my lips. “We have a lot to do and you need to shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?”

“Nathan, you have never been less than fresh our entire relationship.” When she squeezes out from between me and the wall, I grip her delectable rear and sigh happily. No other woman has ever nor will ever make me feel the way she makes me feel.

“You’re not getting with my brother!” Tyler suddenly yells and my good mood swiftly vanishes.

“Why not?” Emily yells back. “You got with mine!”

“Okay, yeah, that’s fair.”

“Right? You owe me.”

“Emily, stop before you give your dad an aneurism or something,” Gwen snaps at our daughter who just laughs as though it’s hilarious which it is not.

My other daughter Ashlyn pokes her head over the banister of the staircase. “Sup, fam?”

“You’ll never have a boyfriend, right, Ashlyn?”

She turns back the way she came and I hear her bedroom door slam seconds later.

Gwen snorts and pats my arm. “It’s a losing battle, baby.”

“You won’t have to worry about her anyway,” Dillan comments, calling attention to the thing we’re all pretty sure we know already. Ashlyn, now thirteen, has had a girlfriend who she insists was never her girlfriend even though we know for a fact she was. We’re just rolling with it. Though it does make gauging sleepovers that little bit more awkward.

“Don’t push her, Dillan,” I admonish, looking at the stairs where my baby girl, no longer a baby, was just standing. “She’ll let us know how things are when she’s ready.”

Emily, who seconds ago appeared in the doorframe beside her brother with suds on her hands, smiles at me. It’s not her usual smirk, this smile seems genuine.

“I love you, Dad,” she says and I open my arms to her, feeling choked with emotion.

I hold my middle child and kiss her hair. “I love you too.”

Amelia & Kaiba – Christmas Eve

“Boo.” Soft hands cover my eyes. Not calloused and rough like a man who has done years of hard labor. I don’t like them, but then, I don’t like him.

A year of working together hasn’t diminished that dislike either. Though we have an easier relationship than we did. At work we don’t yell at each other anymore, we only casually insult each other.

“Get your hands off me,” I snap, digging my elbow into his ribs and winding him momentarily.

“You’re so sweet and gentle,” he wheezes, gripping the railing that I’m leaning on as I look over the grounds at the beautiful Christmas décor that my grandmother had professionally done.

“Why do you insist on coming to my family-hosted gatherings when we hate each other?”

“I love watching you fight your urge to punch every man your grandmother throws your way.”

“She just won’t stop,” I whisper and he snorts. “Why she keeps tossing you my way is beyond me. She knows I don’t like you.”

“I’m a good looking, well-bred man.” He puffs out his chest. “Wealthy too. I’m her favorite choice. Look how handsome I am.”

I laugh so hard tears well in my eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

“You trying to say you don’t find me attractive?”

“Absolutely.” I pat his chest, turning to grin at him. “That is exactly what I’m trying to say.”

He cringes. “What is that face you’re doing?”

“I’m smiling.”

“Stop it.”

My smile becomes a scowl. “I despise you, Kaiba Wantanabe.”

His smile broadens. “Yet you still find me better company than all those chumps in there. Does she really think Gerald could satisfy you? You?”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

“You’d chew him up and spit him out.”

I nod thoughtfully. “Pretty much.”

He chuckles, a gentle, low noise that has me smiling from the contagiousness of it. “I actually want to see it, just to watch him cry. The guy is a moron.” When he leans back against the railings, the bespoke jacket he is wearing tightens on his arms. He’s got a great body. I see him working out sometimes in the gym by the office. We’re both members but typically avoid hitting it at the same time.

This moment is one of those rare occasions where we aren’t at each other’s throats.

He’s definitely not an unattractive man by any means. In fact, if I were just viewing a photo of him without knowing the man behind the mask, I’d consider him to be quite beautiful. Dark, almond-shaped eyes, perfect lips that have a soft V. The kind of lips you could kiss for hours. His chest is toned and broad. He always smells incredible.

Maybe he’s right, maybe it’s the whiskey talking. Or in my case, gin and champagne. I’ve had a large amount of both.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I want to have sex with you,” I admit and he blanches, stiffening like a scared goat. “Shall we?”

He opens and closes his mouth, trying to find the right way to respond. Finally, after some startled consideration he chokes out a reply. “Sure.”

“Meet me in my old room in three minutes.” I look through the glass doors at the party and wet my lips. “You remember where it is?”

“Here? You want to fuck here? While your family is in there?” When I nod, his shocked gape becomes an encouraging smile. “Three minutes.”

“Three minutes.”

He grabs my bicep again. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? This is a joke. I’m going to go up there and you’re gonna be waiting with your camera ready while doing that evil laugh that you do.”

I do not do or have an evil laugh!

I blink slowly. “I’m about to change my mind.”

His grasp of my arm falls away immediately and I head back into the party, smiling… okay… grimacing as I go.

“Going to get laid, cover for me,” I tell my aunt Maya as I pass when I notice my gran leaving her intimate group of friends to accost me.

Maya laughs loudly. “I got you.” I duck away and hear her cry, “Sylvia… did I tell you yet how fabulous—”

Her voice trails off, getting lost in the noise as I avoid anybody who might stop me on my journey to my old room. There’s a certain thrill I’m feeling from being this naughty. My grandmother would have a fit if she found out.

I almost giggle at the thought.

When I’m in my old room, I look around the space and start to reconsider my life choices. I hate this guy. Despise him even. He grates on my every nerve. But I haven’t had sex in about a year and he’s not the worst I can do. In fact, visually, he’ll be the hottest man I’ve ever bedded. I just hope he doesn’t insist on talking. I might be able to pretend he’s somebody else if he doesn’t open his mouth.

The minutes tick by and I pace until finally the door clicks open and shuts.

He steps inside, looking unsure and suspicious. “I almost didn’t come in.”

“Don’t do that,” I snap as I approach.

“What?” He looks at me with big, naturally smoldering eyes as I push his jacket from his shoulders.

“Talk.”

I crush my lips to his for the first time since meeting him back in law school. I never had the urge then and I don’t particularly have the urge now.

At first it’s tense, our bodies are confused. Mine is asking, “Why are these two brains commanding enemies to touch each other?” It has to be the whiskey and the gin but damn it if my belly isn’t on fire right now with lust and desire.

I hum, tilting my head a fraction when his large, soft hands grip my waist over the velvet material of my tight dress. But only for a moment until he finds the door lock with his hand while tasting my tongue, and I hear it click, then he starts to fully explore my body.

His flavor is surprisingly delicious. I detect the whiskey but mostly he’s just sweet and different. It has me humming against his lips and deepening the kiss. This man is incredibly hygienic orally so far. Always a plus.

Our hands get more frantic, his touch on every available part of me as mine work his belt. I don’t bother with his buttons or his tie. I want his dick in me. The rest is just a waste of time.

“Wait,” he mumbles against my lips when I try to push my hand down the front of his pants.

I stop but let my fingers glide over the front of his impressive bulge. “Yes?”

“You don’t have to look so irritated.”

“I am irritated.” I blow a loose tendril of hair from my face. “Can you just put it in, make me come, spill your seed on the rug and then go back to the party?”

“That’s kind of the plan, but if we’re doing this, I want to see you naked. I’m not just hiking up your skirt and fucking you.”

Oh Jesus… “Fine.” I lift my arm and find the hidden zip and then raise my arms. “Pull it off, then.”

“So romantic.”

“If you wanted romance, Kaiba, you’re in the wrong room with the wrong woman.”

“Fair point.” He tugs the dress over my head and drops it on the ground by our feet.

His dark eyes feast on my body, clad only in a gray lace bra and matching thong. I love lingerie, it’s one of my many personal pleasures. “How can you be so fucking gorgeous but so fucking evil at the same time?”

“Stop talking.”

He cups my breasts and my eyes close. I let my head drop back slightly, exposing my neck which he immediately kisses, relighting the fire he just almost doused with his chatter.

I pluck at his buttons until his shirt falls open and scrape my manicured nails down his bare chest. It’s as tight as I knew it would be.

“Now will you put your dick in me?” I demand, finally grasping it through his boxers after shoving his pants down a few inches.

He groans loudly and his cock twitches aggressively. It’s swollen and heavy in my hand. An impressive bulge for sure.

I’m surprised when he ducks and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist, only to stumble on his falling pants.

I lie on the rug after a jolting landing, dazed and annoyed.

“That didn’t go as smooth as I hoped,” he utters, looking embarrassed when he pulls his arm from under my back and hovers over me. “Are you injured?”

I shove him onto his back and throw my leg over his. Then I yank my thong to the side, free him from the confines of his white boxer briefs and sink onto him as fast as my adjusting sex will allow.

“Well, okay then,” he whispers after a long, deep groan that has me writhing with need.

He has a really great, really solid penis. I’m so glad I demanded this.

I start rotating my hips at first, then I start bucking while digging my nails into his chest. I love this position, I love the control, I love the fact I can kiss him as often as I like and fuck him as fast as I like. But something isn’t right. I think back to his every insult, to every time he has inserted himself into my working life to make it hell.

“You know where a clit is, right?” I ask, panting from the exertion, desperately needing to switch my brain off the only way I know how.

He glares at me. “Yes.”

“Then get off my tits and touch it!”

I’m surprised when he immediately complies but I also see him fighting laughter and wonder if he’s even enjoying this. I’m not sure I am anymore. It’s all very forced and clinical.

When he shifts beneath me, I stop and glare at him. “What now?”

“There’s something under my…” With some shuffling and wriggling and the slight softening of his penis, he pulls a bouncy rubber ball from under his back and throws it across the room but it bounces back and hits me on my shoulder blade. “Sorry.”

“What on earth?” I blow that tendril of blonde hair from my face again.

“It’s all good, we can recover,” he insists, his thumb hovering over my clit, his other hand now on my hip.

“This sucks,” I admit, sitting back, wincing at the discomfort of how deep he is despite the fact he is no longer even solid.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “It’s not working for me either.”

I stare at him for a few seconds. “We don’t have good chemistry.”

“No.”

“This was a stupid idea.”

“Yep. I take no credit for it.”

I climb off him, letting his dick fall free, glistening against his hip with my juices. That is a really nice penis.

“Maybe it’s the alcohol?” he suggests.

“No, it’s us. We are not compatible.” I motion between us with a hand as he stands and starts to button up his shirt again.

“It doesn’t help that you’re so disgusted by me on such a personal level.”

“I imagine that has a lot to do with it.”

He gapes at me. “You were supposed to tell me you aren’t disgusted by me.”

“I try not to lie out of work,” I retort and his answering growl is feral.

“You’re such a bitch, Amelia.”

“You knew that already.”