15. Christmas gift
FIFTEEN
CHRISTMAS GIFT
LUCA
K ylie doesn’t know it, but I’m planning on forever.
I know it’s soon. I know I don’t deserve a girl like her. I don’t care. Apart from convincing Devil to hire me on as his personal driver, I never get what I want.
That changes now.
I have at least two more days to make her fall in love with me. I haven’t been trying, not really, since it seemed so disingenuous at first. I wanted to make her love me in a bid to save her life. Sure. That’s what I told myself then.
I know better.
From the moment I first looked into her pretty brown eyes, I think I knew that she was it for me. So different from Emily in every way, I actually instinctively recognized that that was a plus. I wasn’t looking to replace my childhood sweetheart. I could’ve already if that’s all I wanted.
No. I wanted Kylie, and I’m going to do everything I can to keep her.
The timing couldn’t be better. It’s Christmas. I was aware of that going into this, when I did everything I could to get Devil to let me keep her until her blabbing about the vice mayor’s murder was no longer a threat to the Sinners Syndicate. If it wasn’t quick, and the boss didn’t pull the op immediately, the craziness of the holiday season meant that most people would be too busy to wonder where I was, what happened to Kylie, without checking in on my progress all the time.
I got lucky in more ways than one. For now, the straight-and-narrow cops aren’t looking at Devil for Collins’s murder. Rumors of that hitman have taken hold in Springfield, plus Mayor Harrison-on Devil and Damien’s orders-is doing his best to downplay his second’s untimely demise.
If it was anyone else but a high-profile politician in Springfield, none of this would’ve had to happen. How many men has Devil eliminated, whether personally or on his orders? The DA is always trying to get him on gun charges, plus sex trafficking. Murder? He’s as clean as a man can be with his rep.
Of course, that’s because of Rolls. That man and his crew can disappear anyone, but the vice mayor’s body needed to be found. Not only because there’s a witness being held captive by the Sinners, but because Collins’s brutal death was a message to one man: Johnny Winter.
He hasn’t come out of hiding yet. Devil thought he might, but it seems like the Hummingbird rumors must’ve confused Winter. Instead of coming after Devil because he offed one of his bought informants, he’s been putting out feelers, searching for the Hummingbird.
No one can find that guy, either.
Luckily, that means Devil gave the go-ahead to stay on the mountain with Kylie a little longer. At least through Christmas, and if shit doesn’t change one way or another, then possibly through the New Year, too.
I’m trying not to get too ahead of myself. Of course, when Kylie is sleeping and I’m watching the peaceful snore as it escapes her, I imagine a future where she pledged her loyalty to me, to Devil, to the Sinners before she agrees to marry and, yes, I finally get to fuck her.
Those are fantasies, though. Secret dark and twisted thoughts that I hold close since that’s about as much affection as I’ve had since the night she invited me between her thighs and I accepted.
No. Sorry. That’s not true. After she kissed me-and I creamed in my pants when I finally lost control of the erection I’d been fighting the entire time I was feasting on her delicious pussy-she was the softest, most sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. She didn’t let me go upstairs. Instead, she all but pleaded with me to stay down in the basement with her.
The cot had room for two if we squeezed, she pointed out. And after she let me fuck her with my mouth, it didn’t feel right to just go upstairs to an empty couch.
So I laid down with her. We slept-actually slept-and I had my first fully peaceful night in… well, forever .
I need that. I crave it.
I’ll do anything to have it.
I’m taking each day as it comes, though. The next morning, Kylie went back to her bubbly yet notably snarky self. She didn’t mention any of her murmured confessions from the night before. Following her lead, I stayed quiet myself.
Confession… that’s exactly what it reminded me of. Like when the prophet called you up to his pulpit and wouldn’t let you leave it until you admitted your deepest, darkest sins… and then, when you walked away, you wondered if you should have said anything at all.
I wonder if Kylie regrets what she said.
What we did .
I can’t ask her. It’ll fucking kill me if she does. So, rather than face the reality that I’m living in denial-and delusion-I simply did everything I could to give her a Christmas Eve that suits us both.
The fire in the fireplace burned. We watched Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and all of the Santa Clause movies. We don’t have a tree, obviously, or any decorations, but while Kylie pokes at the steaks I ordered specifically for our dinner, I went out into the snow. By the time she realized I slipped outside, I was back, and I picked enough branches off of one of the evergreen pines outside to scatter in front of the fire, filling the cabin with the scent of Christmas.
We started out on opposite sides of the couch that morning. By the time our Christmas Eve together was over, she was snuggling next to me. Actually, she fell asleep nestled up against me, her hand splayed on my chest, her head resting on my bicep.
Like always, I watched her sleep until my own eyes got drowsy. Easing out of her snuggle, I got up, turned the fireplace off, then picked Kylie up in a bridal-style carry so I could bring her to the cot in the basement.
It hit me then that it was nearly the same thing that I did two weeks ago when I first brought her to Burns’s cabin. She was sedated last time so I could move quicker. Now? I refuse to disturb her rest. It takes twice as long to carry her downstairs. Once I have, I lay her out on the cot.
No chains this time. No handcuffs. I just tuck her in off to the furthest side of the cot before climbing in next to her.
It’s the best Christmas Eve I’ve ever had.
Christmas is just as magical.
I wake up, reaching out for Kylie, my heart jumping into my throat when my hand slid across the cool sheet. My body realized that she was missing a split second before my brain did. Unfortunately, that meant it was already moving before the panic hit me, resulting in all five foot eleven inches of me rolling off the bed, landing face-first on the concrete floor.
Fuck .
“Kylie?” With my face mashed against the floor, it comes out muffled. Shaking off the fall, I push up until I’m on my knees. “Kylie!”
No answer.
It’s Christmas. She wouldn’t have left. She has to be here. But where the hell did she go? She’s never left me alone in the basement before, and as I scrabble up, rushing for the stairs, I prepare myself to find the door locked.
I’ll kick that fucker down if I have to. My sneakers were left in the living room, but I don’t care. I’ll break a foot if I have to.
Nothing will keep me from going after her.
Good thing that my brain went fully back online in the seconds before I reached the top of the stairs. I might’ve kicked through damn air since the door leading down to the basement is open .
I haul myself up the final three steps, landing on the living room floor in a half-crouch as I call her name again.
“Kylie!”
“In here, ace.”
Thank fucking God.
My head whips around. Kylie is standing in the kitchen, holding a spatula, wearing one of the oversized t-shirts I bought her. They come in a 5-pack, and when she told me she preferred to sleep in them when she wasn’t sleeping naked, I got the t-shirts because, shit , this woman really is temptation personified.
And she’s here.
She didn’t leave me.
I jog right to her side, sweeping her up in a hug so tight, she starts slapping me in the back with the spatula.
I can’t let her go. Not yet. So I give her one last squeeze, then set her back down on her bare feet.
She cocks her hip, smirking up at me as she does. “Let me guess. You woke up. Saw I was gone. Lost all your shit, and now you’re glad I didn’t escape so you won’t have to hunt me down for Devil?”
Something like that.
Except, perhaps, for the Devil part…
I run my fingers nervously through my hair. “That obvious?”
With her free hand, Kylie holds her pointer finger and her thumb about an inch apart. “A smidge.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. You looked like you were enjoying your rest. I figured… since it’s the holiday and all… I should let you sleep in. Let you enjoy it. Look. I made breakfast.”
She did. There are scrambled eggs in the pan on the stove, plus a couple of slices of bacon resting on a piece of paper towel.
I breathe in deep. “It smells delicious.”
“Hold that thought. My eggs usually come out rubbery as hell, but I tried.”
As she plates them, I goose her in the side, then take a seat. “Is this my Christmas present?”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “We just met, ace. You think we’re doing presents?”
Oh. “Well…”
Kylie laughs. The sound soothes the last of the pain lingering from when I slammed into the floor. “Holy shit. I should’ve known better. You got me a present, didn’t you?”
“It’s not wrapped or anything,” I tell her. “And it’s not something pricey like jewelry. But… it’s Christmas. I wanted to get you something .”
She shakes her head. “Why am I not surprised? “You’re always giving me presents, ace. Told you. You need to stop in case I get attached.”
That’s exactly what I’m hoping for.
I start to rise up. “I can go get it-”
“No,” she says, cutting me off as she slips a plate in front of me. “Eat first. I can wait.”
If she says so.
I drop my ass back into the seat, reaching for the fork. However, I barely scoop up some of the admittedly overcooked eggs onto it before I notice that I’m the only one with a plate. “Aren’t you eating?”
I expect her to say she already did while I was sleeping, but she doesn’t. She just shakes her head.
I don’t like that. “You barely touched your steak last night, either. What’s the matter? Not hungry?”
She snorts. “Oh, no. I’m fucking starving. But I know better than to have a big meal right now. Not until I give you my gift.”
My whole body warms. “I get something, too?” I never get gifts… “What is it?”
“Me.”
Shit. Did I say my whole body warmed? It’s on fucking fire at just the idea of what Kylie could mean by that. Will I get to taste her pussy again? Do I get to keep her? Is there something else we can try-
My cock seems to pulse. I already had morning wood to deal with, but it deflated in the fear that I let Kylie slip out between my fingers. It comes roaring back to life, though I grit my teeth to hide just how much I want whatever she’s offering to give me.
I fuck up. She seems my grimace and immediately feels like she has to explain.
“Hear me out. You said it only counts if you fuck a pussy. Your mouth on me didn’t count. If I sucked you off, it would probably be the same. I figure, by your logic, then my ass doesn’t count, either. If you want to fuck without breaking your promise, that might work.”
I drop my fork, my body electric with the promise of finding out what any part of Kylie feels like wrapped around my dick.
“I did the best I could to prep,” she continues, “so that it’s not as messy as it normally would be. I’m okay with eating after if this is something you want to try.”
I finally find my voice. “But won’t it hurt?” I can’t imagine shoving anything up my ass… “I won’t hurt you, Kylie.”
“You won’t. Look.” She gets up from her seat, nearly bouncing to the other side of the kitchen. When she returns, she has a large bottle of a viscous-looking clear liquid. “It’s lube,” she announces. “I found this in the bathroom downstairs when we first arrived, and I thought of it when I came up with the idea the other day. Oh, and side note: your friend who owns this place? Between the shit I found under the sink, and the chains, he’s a full-on freak. You know that?”
I’m beginning to think that, after this, I’ll never look at Burns the same way again. “I know.”
“Lucky for us anyway. With my limited prep and the lube, it should work. Of course, feel free to say ‘no’. It was just a thought-”
“Yes.”
Kylie lips curve at my easy acquiescence. “There might be shit.”
“Don’t care.”
“You’ll have to go easy. I’m trusting you not to take advantage when I’m under you.”
Pushing away my chair from the table, I snarl, “I would never .”
“Oh. I know,” she says, waving her hand, making the lubricant slosh. “I just wanted to make that clear. So… if you really want to do it, I’d prefer getting started. You might not want those eggs, but they’re looking pretty good to me now.”
She made them for me. It takes me six bites as I loom over the edge of the table, devouring each one of them. I chow down on the bacon, showing her my clean plate.
She giggles. “I guess I can make more.”
“I’ll cook for you,” I promise. “Later.” I reach for her, taking her hand. “The cot?”
She nods. “That’s what I was thinking.”
I start to pull her toward the entrance that leads out of the kitchen and into the living room. But then I stop. “Wait. Your gift-”
“Is it a condom? Because that’s the only thing I couldn’t find in your buddy’s room.”
Of course not. Officer Burns fuck his wife with any protection? That man is so obsessed with the lovely brunette who runs the flower shop, I’m surprised he hasn’t knocked her up the way that Devil did to Ava.
“No.” I pause. “You want me to ruin the surprise?”
“Go ahead, ace.”
“I got you a blow dryer and a… what’s it called? Diffuser thing? You kept saying it was a pain in the ass for your curls to air dry. So I got you that.”
Her eyes light up. “Good choice. But, yeah. That can wait. Especially since all I want for Christmas is to find out what you’ve been hiding in your jeans.”
It would be my pleasure.
My heart is pounding the entire way back to the basement. My cock is so ready to burst, it’s like it’s about to fuck its way out of the jeans I sleep in just to get to Kylie.
Her ass. I gulp. The beautiful, firm, luscious ass I’ve been dreaming of… I’m going to get to fuck it.
Christmas Eve was great, but this is going to be the best fucking Christmas ever .
As soon as we reach the bottom, Kylie grabs the hem of her t-shirt. She hefts it up, pulling it over her head.
My mind momentarily goes blank.
“Naked.” It comes out strangled. “You’re naked.”
She winks. “I told you. I prepped for this.”
I have no idea what any of that means, but if she’s naked, then, fuck, I better get naked, too.
Kylie has already seen everything I have to hide. I’ve watched her eyeing the key on my chain curiously, though she hasn’t brought herself to ask the meaning behind it yet. She raged over my brand, earning her a permanent place in my heart for caring about younger me as much as she did. My tally marks, too, and my devil.
In fact, she’s right. The only part of me I’ve kept hidden-for my own goods-was my cock.
That changes now.
My poor dick is so hard, I send silent apologies over to Kylie even as she squeals in approval over what she sees reaching out for her. She went to all this trouble as a gift for me, but if I last more than a minute, I’ll be surprised. It’s not even about fucking her, though I’d be lying if I said her loophole is genius . I want that connection with her. I want to fill her up with my come, getting a part of me as deep inside of her as she’s already wormed her way into me.
Condom? Seriously? Even if Burns’s did keep protection in the cabin, I would’ve refused. I want to feel Kylie. I want to know Kylie.
And as she climbs on the cot, going up on her hands and knees, a bead of pre-come slicks the head of my cock.
That won’t be enough. Whether she’s used to getting her ass fucked or not, or if she managed to stretch herself out to get ready for this, I’ve watched enough anal porn to know that, without enough lubricant, I will hurt her.
So maybe I pour too much as I position myself behind her. Better safe than sorry, though Kylie does squirm as I slather the chilly lube up and down the crack of her ass.
“Get it in there. Make sure I’m nice and slick. It’ll make it better for both of us.”
“I want you to feel good,” I promise.
“I will. Just… I saw that snake you’ve been hiding from me, ace. I know I said you can have my ass, but please don’t think you can fit all that in me. Stick with, like, an inch or two for this first time, would you?”
I bend over her, pressing a kiss to the small of her back. “If it makes you happy, I’ll give you just the tip, baby. Just to know what it’s like.”
Just to make her mine .
Kylie arches her back. “I think I can take a little more than the tip.”
I guess we’ll see.
“You ready?”
She digs her hands into the cot. “Whenever you are.”
I take a deep breath, doing my best not to go off before I even get the tip inside her. Despite all the lube I applied, that actually makes it a little harder than I thought to get my cock in position. I keep slipping, and I know she’s not making fun of me, but as I curse under my breath in frustration when I miss for the third time, I’m determined to at least breach the rim of her ass on the fourth time.
I do, and the moan that trades for her laughter is almost as pleasurable to me as the vice gripping my cock.
She’s tight. Super fucking tight. I start to think that there’s so way I’ll be able to give her any of me because the resistance is just too much. She arches again, almost as if trying to force her ass to take more of my cock, while panting softly.
My body trembles.
Hers suddenly relaxes just enough that I seat two inches inside of her. With one more push, I’m halfway in and I don’t think I could give her more if she asked for it.
Luckily, it seems to be enough.
“Yes,” she groans. “Fuck, Luca. And I mean that as an expletive and an instruction. The pressure… you have no idea how… weird this fills. But weird in a good way,” she adds quickly. “I’ve never been so fucking fully before.”
“And that’s a good thing?” I grit out.
“That’s a great thing. But you know what’ll make it better? If you fucking move .”
I try my best. I don’t want to pull out all of the way, and for two reasons: I’m afraid of having to go through that again to seat myself inside of her; plus, I don’t want to accidentally come anywhere but inside of her.
So I start rocking my hips a little. With the globes of her ass right there, I squeeze one, enjoying how soft it feels in comparison to the tight heat strangling my dick.
That was my downfall. Kylie’s soft skin as always been a fascination of mine. Add that to the sensation of finally getting to fuck her? I grip her other ass cheeks in time for my shallow thrusts to stutter as my orgasm climbs up my spine. My sac tightens, I let out a grunting roar, and mere minutes after I mounted my girl, I’m spilling everything I have inside of her.
She doesn’t complain that it’s over so quickly. She just takes my load, then folds her arms and legs, laying flat out on the cot as I finish coming. She takes my weight just as well as her ass took my cock, and I kiss her back one more time before finally pulling out.
She groans again, and it’s fucking music to my ears.
Rolling to the side of the cot, I tug her on top of my chest. My limp cock falls against my inner thigh.
She’s smiling at me.
I smile back.
“Merry Christmas, Kylie.”
“Back atcha, ace.”