Mistlehoe

Chapter 11 - Christmas Must Be Tonight

Holly My body aches as if I've been gangbanged.

Oh, wait. I was.

I smile surreptitiously, nuzzling into Chris.

With his limbs tangled in mine, I've managed to somehow lie half on top of him, burrowing my face into the crook of his neck.

Last night I definitely got slayed, but despite riding several cocks, I only wanted one when we got back to the hotel.

I was insatiable.

Insatiable for Chris.

I am not game enough to move just yet.

I feel spent as if my limbs are soggy spaghetti.

My pussy throbs half from the pounding it took, and half because it pulses with need for Chris to be inside me again.

Stretching me.

Ruining me.

Eviscerating anyone else's touch.

I physically ache with need for this man.

'Happy, my little sunshine?' I raise my head slightly to witness his gorgeous face in the morning sun, but they're still shut, making me pout into his neck again as I slump back down, huffing.

'Why the pout, my sweetie pie?' His arms tighten around the strap of my back, holding me to him as I try to wiggle away.

Sighing, I remember I probably have a terrible case of morning breath, and no one wants to taste or smell that rankness — especially when it was full of cum not that long ago.

'Going somewhere, my mini mighty muffin?' I chuckle at that one.

'You're too much, you know that?' I plant kisses along the nape of his neck, unable to help myself.

'If you must know, I was smiling over how deliciously sore and satisfied I am this morning waking up in your arms, and I was pouting because I couldn't see your eyes yet.'

'My eyes?' The palms of his hands snake up and down my back before settling on my hips, holding my pussy to his large and very proud thickening cock.

'I get lost in them sometimes,' I confess, feeling the apple of my cheeks blush at my forwardness.

My teeth nibble at his lobe as he shudders under me.

'I know the feeling, baby.' At least I'm not alone, then.

I try to wriggle once more.

'Where are you going, squirmy?' I try but fail once again to push up off him.

This only spurs him on to start tickling every crevice he can touch.

'No.

No.

No.

Stop.

Stop,' I squeal with glee, worming on top of him.

He groans and grunts as if he's in pain.

Did I accidentally knee him in the groin? 'Did I hurt you?' I cease my movements immediately.

'I need to be inside you again.

Wish I could wake up every day with your hot, wet pussy willing to be filled.' His words steal my breath.

My head is all foggy, thanks to the man beneath me.

He makes me want things that are forbidden.

He makes me strong and weak at the same time.

He makes my world make sense even if we don't make sense to the world.

He makes me fall in love with him with every passing fleeting second.

For someone so angelic and pure, he's dangerous and devilish for my soul.

'Kiss me, honey.' I shake my head in his neck, directing his lips to mine.

The scrape of his stubble leaves reminders of how starving he is for me.

'Why are you denying me, peach?' I smirk, knowing he's only using that nickname because his hands are currently bunched on my ass.

My ring stings in the aftermath of his weapon of mass destruction ploughing through me last night.

'I have morning breath.

It's gross,' I mutter.

His hands grip my hips, and in a flash, I'm below him, his beastly body hovering over mine.

Both of my wrists are in a vice-like grip above my head, while his other has snuck below the sheets.

God, I love it when he dominates me.

Two of his fingers rub slow circles on my clit, making me cry out.

'Oh God.' I arch my head back before thrashing to the side to avoid his lips.

'I don't give a fuck about your morning breath.

I want to taste every bit of you, every minute of the day.

Don't deprive me of your mouth, baby.' His fingers work harder and faster on my button, which is threatening to detonate in a matter of seconds.

His hands are simply magic.

I forget all about my stupid excuse not to kiss him and give in when his lips crash into mine.

Soon after, his tongue coaxes them wide open, and we're making out like a couple of horny teenagers about to get caught.

It doesn’t take long for him to slide into me and bring me to a bone - trembling orgasm.

'That's it, baby girl.' He guides me through my climax.

Nothing will ever feel this right again.

My mood is surely ruined when the high-pitched tone of Chris' phone rings.

In unison, we both glance at the screen to see Cole's name flash.

It hasn't gone unnoticed that Chris has stilled inside me.

Regret, remorse, guilt, and anguish flicker over his face as he thinks about what he's done, what he's doing to his son.

For Christ's sake, his cock is stuffed inside me right now.

I don't feel regret or remorse, but I do feel guilt and anguish that Chris is in pain and struggling to reconcile what's happening between us.

I feel guilty and remorseful, knowing I will be the reason his fractured relationship with his son will shatter completely if he ever finds out.

In this moment, I hate myself.

I hate myself for losing myself so wholly in Chris that I didn't see how no one wins in this situation.

But I hate myself even more because I foolishly let myself think that Chris and I could ever be anything more than a fling.

I hate that I gave my heart away to him, and he doesn't even know it.

When Chris moves off me, his cock deflating and bobbing between us, I know it's the end.

He mutters curses under his breath as the phone continues ringing.

There were three missed calls.

Just when I think it's over, my phone starts ringing — Cole.

Unable to take the shrill noise any longer, I reach over to the side table and pick up the phone.

Chris' panic-stricken eyes look at me as if I'm crazy.

He signals something to me, but I can't decipher it as I muster everything inside me to act normal as I talk to his son.

Shirking the sheet up my body to cover what modesty I have left, I press the green circle to answer the call.

'Cole, what's up?' I try to act nonchalant as I clutch the sheet close to my chest.

It's not like Chris hasn't seen any of it before, but I feel ashamed and dirty for the first time.

I know it's ironic that I'm growing a conscience now, but I didn't mean for any of this to get out of hand .

I just wanted to keep feeling good and explore what great sex was.

Somewhere along the way, I lost sight of that completely and fell in love with his father.

For an ex-boyfriend, he sure is needy.

'Where the fuck are you? Dad's not at the shop, and neither are you.

Who's opening today?' I wince at his tone and see Chris grimace as well as he shoves his legs into a pair of jeans.

The lies roll off my tongue easily.

'I'm not rostered on today and I'm at breakfast.

Is that all you called for?' My tone is bland and brisk.

'You're acting like a cunt.' Chris' eyes widen and I close mine in humiliation.

It's the final straw.

I don't even care if his father is looming over me.

A few seconds ago, I was going to crumble like a gingerbread cookie at the ramifications of my actions, but now I want to tell him everything I've been holding inside for months.

I'm like a Christmas cracker about to explode.

I cannot do it anymore.

I'm Mount Vesuvius, ready to erupt.

'Cole.

I'm done.

We're broken up.

Why are you still calling me?' I'm vibrating in anger.

I may be a lot of things, but a punching bag isn't one of them anymore.

'I hate the way you speak to me and treat everyone around you.

You have a fantastic life.

A wonderful job.

An incredible dad.

Why do you hate the world so much? Why are you like this? Grow up and start respecting the people who love and care about you.

You're so miserable and entitled, you can't even see how many people you hurt.' I don't know if my voice is hoarse from yelling or from the dicks shoved down my throat last night, but it burns and cracks as I get the words out.

Chris shakes his head, his eyes squinting.

I'm not sure if he's disappointed or dismayed.

On the other end of the line, Cole's heavy breathing has me tense.

It takes longer than I'd like for him to reply.

'Well fuck you then,’ Cole says.

When the line goes dead, I throw my phone across the bed, let my face fall into my hands, and scream.

When I'm done having my hissy fit like an ungrateful kid on Christmas morning, I notice the deafening silence of the room.

Chris hasn't come to me or even acknowledged what's just happened.

Moping, I let my hands fall and search for his face.

He hasn't moved from the spot he was rooted in moments ago.

When my eyes connect with him, I see he's in deep contemplation.

'Chris, just spit it out, whatever's on your mind.

There's no point sugar coating anything.' I slump back into the pillows, searching his face for any speck of emotion.

'He's hurting.' Huh? Anguish washes over his handsome features, his eyes creasing at the corners as his lips grimace.

'How could I have missed it?'

'Missed what?' 'Cole.' His voice sounds as if he's exasperated at me, but I'm exasperated at him for not making any sense.

'Cole? Cole's hurt?' I clarify, scrunching up my face.

'He's had a lot of pain in his life.

He thinks I abandoned him, then his mum left, and I began working so much.

Everything he does is a cry for attention.'

I go to butt in, but he beats me to it.

'Just listen, angel,' his voice softens as he tries to explain.

'It's been building for a while.

He's in pain.

He feels abandoned, and he lashes out.'

I hear him but disagree as I cross my arms over my chest and roll my eyes.

'I'm not making excuses for his shitty behaviour toward you or any of us, but now I know what's behind his exterior.'

'How could you possibly know that?' I huff.

'Because when he's hurt, he abruptly cuts people out of his life instead of dealing with his feelings.

It's his go-to line whenever someone hurts him or leaves him.

It's always varied, but the message is the same.

He said it to me while I travelled.

He said it to his mum when she left and now to you.' He perches on the edge of the minibar as if he's a deflated balloon at the realisation.

'I'm not saying he hasn't been an asshole to you, but you must mean something to him if he reacted that way.

His poor behaviour is just a guise.

He needs to act like he doesn't care about anything or anyone so he doesn't get hurt.'

It makes sense, I guess? I mean, truthfully, I really wouldn't know because he hasn't shown me any redeeming qualities.

It's like he was purposefully a prick to me.

'So, what now?' I sigh, slumping further down into the bed.

I feel like curling up into the fetal position and burying my head under the covers because I know what's coming.

Holding my breath, I'm hoping I'm wrong.

'As much as I want this.

Want you,' he pauses, obliterating, no decimating, my heart in the process.

'We have to stop this.

What we're doing is wrong.

There's no need for Cole to ever find out about this.

I'm so sorry, Holly.' I know he is.

His torment is suffocating and palpable.

I nod numbly, feeling the same anguish.

There's a sharp sting behind my eyes, and it feels like cotton balls are jammed down my throat.

'If I could change anything in this life, it would be that I had you first.'

A lone droplet escapes my left eye.

'In another life, we would have been perfect.' My sobs are quiet, but they echo around the room.

'I know.'

My eyes flutter shut as his skilled hands cups my cheeks.

'I'll check us out and give you a moment.

Meet you in the lobby?' Turning into his palm, I find myself already missing his touch.

On our way home, the mood is sombre.

Being in such close proximity to Chris, who smells like cinnamon and all things Christmas, is killing me.

When I began working at Sugarplum Treats and Sweets, I never imagined I'd fall in love with my boss, let alone my ex-boyfriend's dad.

Now, I can't imagine not loving him, waking up in his arms, or the one who falls apart at his touch.

What I feel for Chris is bone deep.

It feels like he's written into my DNA.

'Penny for your thoughts, pumpkin?' He asks, glancing my way.

Sighing, I turn to face him.

My hands fidget in my lap because they're itching to reach out to touch some part of him.

'That you probably shouldn't call me any more pet names and that I hate motel living.' I watch as the trees whoosh past us.

'And what about work? How is this all going to work?'

'You go back to being just my apprentice.' He casually shrugs as if he hasn't lived inside my pussy for the better part of the last couple of months.

It is as if he doesn't know what I taste like or how I sound when I clench around him.

'And I think I might have a solution to the whole motel thing.

There's a converted shed at Peppers, which is untenanted.

It's not much: one bed, a small kitchen, living, and one bath.'

I cut him off.

'Andwhy haven't you told me this before?' My nostrils flare as I whip around to see his sheepish face.

'I could have moved in there when I first moved here!' Irate doesn't even begin to cover it.

He holds both his hands up.

'I swear I just thought of it this week when I went for a run.

It's about a kilometre from the store and further past the log cabins.'

'Who do I need to contact to put in an application?' I'm desperate.

'I'll chat with the resort owners, but I'm sure it won't be an issue.

They usually reserve it for long-term staff.' 'Thanks.' I don't want to get my hopes up, but it sounds like it’s everything I’ve been looking for.

The rest of the drive drags on, and every part of me aches, including my newly broken heart.