Chapter 11 - Kristian Krengel
I t’s Christmas Day.
The bride made her way down the aisle over an hour ago and is now slow dancing with her new husband, as Holly and I watch from our place at one of the round tables nearest the dance floor.
Her head is resting on my shoulder as she lets out a sigh of relief. “They make a beautiful couple, don’t they?”
“Hmm, not as beautiful as you,” I tell her, placing a kiss in her hair.
Leaning back, her eyes peer into mine. “I think you’re a bit biased.”
“And I think I need to fuck you.”
Pink tints her cheeks, and she takes a sip from her glass of champagne. It reminds me I still have a room here.
With all the wedding planning, decorating, and having a place for the women to dress, it just made sense to keep my room and reserve a few others, given the crowd thinned as the holiday approached.
She places a hand on my thigh and drags her manicured nails over my slacks, still taking sips and watching her friend and Sebastian seal their nuptials with a kiss.
“You’re teasing the tiger, my little one.”
A grin lifts her lips. “Whatever do you mean?” she asks, letting her hair fall to the side as she angles her head in such a way the tender skin of her shoulder is exposed. There for the taking.
I lean forward. With one arm around her and place my lips on the spot I know she loves so much. “You are quite the little slut, aren’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Her nails dig deeper into my thigh, and I groan against her neck.
Fuck me.
If my parents weren’t around here somewhere, I’d be grabbing the hem of her dress, dragging it up her legs, and working my way between them until I found her clit with my fingers.
“You do remember you reserved a room here, right?” a feminine voice asks from behind me.
“I do. Don’t you have someone you can share those new tits with and not be bothering us?” I counter, hoping Nurse Shelton will leave us be.
“He’s just kidding. Have a seat,” Holly encourages her to stick around and I drop my head to her shoulder, knowing it’ll be that much longer until my dick is pumping in and out of her.
Nurse Shelton chuckles from behind me and gives me a pat on the back. “He’s not, and he’s right. I think I saw a gynecologist across the room who was looking a bit lonely. You two have a great time. Oh, and don’t forget to wear protection.
All I can do is shake my head.
“Woman, you are lucky.”
She kisses me on my nose—“The luckiest woman on earth”—before waving an arm in the air. “Mrs. Krengel, come have a seat.”
And the death of me.
ANOTHER HOUR PASSED before I was able to drag Holly from her friends and my mother.
Once they got to talking, my mother was elated to hear about the celebrity weddings Holly had planned. And how they both have a love of food, which I was a bit surprised about, given I’d had to force dinner on Holly.
Though as much as I enjoyed the fact my mom and Holly had stuff to talk about, it truly was a cockblocker.
I’m still not sure if Holly was doing it because she wanted to avoid what might happen in my room later, or if she was truly just torturing me on purpose. The way she’s singing along to the Christmas music still playing in the elevator makes me think it’s the latter.
“How much champagne did you drink?” I ask in a stern tone. Not wanting our first real night together to be unmemorable for her.
She grabs my bicep with both of her hands, and peers up at me while singing, “All I Want for Christmas Is You.”
I press the lit-up number eight button several times and she giggles at my urgency.
“I didn’t have that many, just enough to lower my inhibitions but enough to feel every single thing you do to me.”
Fuck me, again. My dick is so fucking hard it could crush a concrete block.
When the bell dings, I grab her hand and she yelps as I pulled her from the elevator. Holding my hand with both of hers, she holds on tight as we move quickly down the hall.
Once in front of the door, I twist her around until her back is against it and I cover her mouth with mine. She moans against my lips.
“How quickly can you get out of that dress?” I ask, frantically searching my pockets for the key card but not finding it.
Reaching in her purse, she retrieves the card and swipes it against the reader, then pushes the door open, casually tossing out—“I’m not wearing any panties”—on her way inside like she didn’t just set my body on fire.
Close on her heels, I let the door slam behind us, then reach for her arm and spin her around. After tasting every inch of the inside of her mouth with my tongue, I nip her bottom lip. “Get on the bed, pull that dress up, and spread your legs. I’ll be there in a minute,”
“Someone’s bossy,” she says, practically skipping across the room.
When she’s out of sight, I reach in the closet and grab the Santa costume, making quick work of getting out of one suit and into another.
Adjusting the red velvet hat and slipping on the jacket, I walk out into the room. Our collective gasps would be humorous if seeing her like that didn’t make me nearly come in my pants.
Patting the empty place beside her, she wets her lips. “Come here, Dr. Jingle Bells, I want to lick that candy cane.”
Christmas miracles really do exist!
THE END