Merry Mix-Up (Holiday Hearts)

14. Newt

14

NEWT

D ecember 15th

The music was pumping, strobe lights flashing in time with the beat, and I was on the dance floor having the time of my life. The DJ I hired for this combined bachelor-bachelorette party was on fire, playing the hottest hits from a few decades. Naomi and Jared were enjoying it too and getting wasted in the process. As an outsider from their friend group, it seemed they all got along well, except Amber, who seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. She was rigid and serious and stone-cold sober. I hadn’t seen her drink one sip all night, though I had plenty of time to check out that red miniskirt she wore, showing off her sexy legs.

I also had barely interacted with her. Having given her my promise that I'd keep our fling on the down low, I couldn't exactly ask her to dance. And since I wasn't even close to Naomi's friends' age, I felt a bit out of place trying to fit in and dance with them. So I stuck to the edge of the room where I could observe Amber and enjoy the night, but I kept dancing, anyway.

When Amber slipped away to use the toilet, I picked up a few drinks from the bar and followed. The old lodge felt more like a barn that had been renovated and turned into a venue for events. It was rustic with wood paneling on the walls and pictures of the horses they stabled here mounted in rustic frames. It had a very unique atmosphere, and I could see why Naomi wanted this for her wedding venue.

Amber walked out of the bathroom and looked shocked to see me. "Newt, I, uh…" Her eyes flicked toward the dance floor just down the hallway. The lights were brighter here, and I could see how she worried her lip between her teeth.

"You've been having some fun tonight… I thought maybe we could just talk a while." I handed her the drink, and she looked into it and then back at the party we were missing. I wondered if my standing here in this hallway talking to her constituted our being alone together or risked a negative reaction from Naomi.

"Uh, sure, we can talk." She sipped the drink, but I noticed her nose scrunch a little.

"You seem to be avoiding me tonight, and I wondered if it was because?—"

"Just don't want Naomi's big day to be shadowed by us flirting and hanging on each other. That's all." The way she cut me off seemed uncharacteristic, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. She was the only sober person in a room of wild twenty-somethings getting their groove on.

"Your ankle feels better?" I asked, remembering how she was just out there twirling around the dancefloor easily.

"Yes, much." Amber took another sip and her nose scrunched again. It was cute.

"I can get you something different if you want." Standing in the hallway was uncomfortable, but I did actually prefer it to the main hall. The music was too loud to hear each other talking.

"I'm trying to stay sober tonight. I have to drive home." Her tongue traced her lips and then she bit her lower lip again, and I felt like I had to kiss her. I stepped forward but she took a step back. "Newt, not here. Okay? Naomi and Jared…"

I didn't see the big deal about it. Even if they saw us kissing or knew we were secretly seeing each other, neither of them would be upset. We didn't have to make some huge announcement either, which was the only way we would "steal their thunder". But I respected Amber's request even though it might actually make Naomi happy for me that I was finally moving on.

"Okay, well how about in here?" I asked her, nodding at a door in the hallway that was slightly ajar. I took her hand and glanced out at the crowd. No one was watching as I pulled her into what appeared to be an old tack room turned into a storage room for the venue.

Amber gasped but she didn't resist me. She followed me into the room and I shut the door and pinned her against it. "Newt, my God." She snickered, and suddenly, I had the Amber I was falling for. She draped one arm over my shoulder as I took her drink and set it aside with mine on a shelf.

"I can't seem to get enough of you, Mav." Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but I had zero inhibitions and this seemed like the perfect place to do very private things with her.

"Naomi will wonder where I'm at." Her gentle protest turned to a whimper of desire when I kissed her and bit her lip.

"She can wait. Besides, she's wasted and Jared is probably looking for his own little storage room to have some privacy with her." I grabbed Amber's ass and squeezed, pulling her against my body hard.

"Mmm," she groaned into my mouth and kissed me back harder. Then she pulled away slightly, so I worked my way down her jawline to her shoulder and collarbone. "But I tried to tell you that maybe we should keep things private for a while… you know?"

"This is private." I reached under her skirt and felt the silk of her panties, moist with arousal. "And this is private," I told her as I slipped my fingers past the elastic so I could touch her soft folds.

"Newt, this is insane. Someone could walk in on us." Her words told me she was resisting, but her legs parted as I hooked my fingers around the crotch of her panties and pulled a little.

"No, it's not. The staff is too busy in the front of the house. Besides," I said, pushing two fingers inside her wet canal, "no one but us is allowed back here. I paid the staff to keep this area private." I nibbled her earlobe as I added, "I want you, Mav, and I know you want me too. And I don’t want to wait until after the wedding to have you again.”

"Oh, Newt…" She groaned as I began to finger her, stroking her slowly but building up to a satisfying pace. She moaned, digging her nails into my back as I kissed her again, deeper this time.

As I continued to kiss her, her hands went from pushing me away to pulling me even closer against herself.

"There's my girl," I purred against her ear. "Tell me you want this.”

“God, I want this so bad, Newt.” Amber became an animal. She started undoing my pants, her hands shaking with anticipation and desire. I couldn't help but groan as I felt her hand slip inside my waistband, her cool fingers wrapping around my hard length. "Condom," I grunted, pulling back just enough to reach into my pants pocket to withdraw a foil packet. I tore it open with my teeth and sheathed myself.

"You planned this?" she teased, but her voice betrayed the lust she was feeling. She reached under her skirt and shimmied her panties down. They dropped to her ankles, and she kicked off a heel to step out of them with one leg, which I quickly hoisted into the air as I slid my dick out of my open fly.

"Wait for it," I told her as I positioned myself at her entrance. With one swift push, I entered her, filling her up completely. I groaned in ecstasy as she tightened around me, clenching my length as I stroked in and out of her, our bodies moving together in a passionate rhythm.

Amber's moans drowned out the noise from the ballroom, which had faded into the background. I could smell her fragrance, the scent of arousal and the musky scent of our sex permeating the air. "Oh, God, fuck me," she panted. I kissed her neck, sucking and nibbling on her skin, fucking her even harder. I wanted to possess every inch of her, mark her, make her mine.

"Newt," she gasped, her back arching. "I–I'm c–coming."

"That's it, baby," I groaned, feeling her tighten around me. "Come for me."

Amber's walls clenched around me as she orgasmed, her cries of pleasure music to my ears. I couldn't hold back any longer, either. When she moaned my name, I filled that condom and bit down on her shoulder to keep myself from being too loud. We both rode the waves of our orgasms, panting and sweaty. I rested my forehead against hers as we caught our breaths and I pulled out.

“Wow,” she groaned and leaned against the wall. Her skirt fell back around her thighs and I stepped back to give her space, but the orgasm was so intense I wasn’t even seeing straight yet.

“Wow is right,” I told her as I leaned on a shelf to remove the full condom.

Amber put her panties back on and fluffed her hair, and I tucked my dick away quickly. But there was a thought pressing on me that had been there for days. “Amber, I want us to be exclusive.”

The words seemed to halt her. Her hands paused in mid-air, hovering over her hair that wasn't even messed up. She blinked a few times and smiled, then leaned forward and avoided the soiled condom in my hand as she pecked me on the cheek. It was such a chaste kiss, anyone who'd have seen it wouldn't have believed we'd just had incredibly hot sex.

"I'd like to see where this goes," I told her, nipping her earlobe, but before she could answer, the door swung open and one of the event staff in their dark green polos with the lodge logo on it walked right in.

"Oh, God, you shouldn't be in here," she blurted out and looked at the condom dangling from my hand. "You really shouldn't be in here."

Amber blanched and scurried past her, and I chuckled. "Uh, I'm sorry. I'll throw in a tip for your trouble." I pushed past the startled and embarrassed woman, but I couldn't go after Amber right now. I had to duck into the men's room to throw away the condom, and then I'd have to wait for a more private moment to make sure I got my answer. I wanted her, and I got what I wanted every single time.

I just had to convince her that I was what she wanted too because I could tell I was.