Monsters Under Mistletoe

5. Willow

Chapter 5

Willow

W illow nearly swallowed her tongue and brained herself on her computer screen. Leaning back, she had to give up her hold on his horns and press her palms flat against the desk. Ogar shifted, tugging her hips dangerously close to falling off the edge of the desk. But he held her as his tongue swiped through her curls.

Kiss under the mistletoe, the phrase that started as a joke. Ogar took that phrase seriously as he swiped his tongue against her clit. Her toes curled behind his back. Ogar was very good with his mouth. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, with how much he ran it. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he switched between firm circles to sucking on her clit.

Every fantasy she had about him last night was blown out of the water. She almost considered telling him if her tongue would remember how to form words. Her hips rocked in tandem with his hungry mouth until stars filled the back of her eyelids. With a sharp gasp, her thighs snapped closed around his ears and bliss rushed down her spine with frosty shivers to follow.

Ogar didn’t stop until she begged, “Dragons breath, fuck, Ogar.”

He pulled back from her, mouth glistening. Chuckling, licking his lips like a glutton, “Atta girl.”

Willow tried to put her feet to the floor but all she did was crumple into his arms. He snickered, hooking the massive things under her armpits and hoisting her back up to safety on her desk. Once she was seated with her full ass on the desk, he leaned over her. His hands made the desk groan with the weight he pressed on it. Yet his eyes never left hers, smugness radiating off him.

“What?” She panted for air.

He said nothing as he snatched the present out from behind her. She’d forgotten it was even there. Then, with all the subtleness of a child, he tore through it. Willow rolled her eyes. She worked to get her bearings back. Her toy did wonders, but his mouth? That was an orgasm she nearly didn’t come back from.

“Wait, no way,” he laughed, holding up the track suit jacket. “This is perfect.”

“See!” She raised a weak, flippant hand at the track suit before it slapped back down against her shaking legs. “This is what happens when you pay attention to your coworkers. You get them what they want for a secret Krampus gift.”

“Uh-huh.” He lowered the fabric, raising a brow to her. “You do realize I know everything there is to know about you, right?”

She squinted at him suspiciously. There’s no way. Then, she saw the drawn shade he’d installed on her window, it was that perfect lavender shade she loved so much with her name in a dusty mint color. The more she looked around, the more she realized how much of her he’d put into the room. Everything matched, and he even got the organizer with little flowers along the side.

“Oh yeah,” she weakly countered, trying and failing to get to her feet again. He immediately scooped her up into his arms, this time not letting her go. Burning warmth bit across her cheeks as she stared up at him.

“Yeah,” he exhaled, gaze roaming over her. It left goozebumps in his wake. “Willow Bronte, you’re right, I don’t pay attention to others in the school. I focus my attention on things that matter to me. So, yeah, I give people spa retreat gift cards for holidays because that’s the easy out. No one hates that, but it’s not thoughtful. I don’t have to think too hard on it. Leaving all of my thoughts on you.”

She stammered, unable to form coherent words as everything in her brain short circuited. “But-but-but you are … we’re not … You don’t…”

“Oh come on, my girl’s smarter than that,” he huffed, hoisting her up by the hips and throwing her limp legs around his waist. “Smarter than me! You had to have known all of this–all of me, was just to get your attention. Every time I came in here just to rile you up was just to get you to notice me.”

Her heart fluttered as she scrambled to find something to say, something to do. She could brain him with her palm or demand he let her down, but she didn’t want to … Willow was speechless because she realized she enjoyed when he came to pick childish fights with her. She liked his goofy smile and the way he always sought her out. Willow liked being the first person he thought to pester in the morning, and often being the last person she ran into before she went home.

“As if I wouldn’t notice a massive meathead like you! Your horns touch most door frames!” She blurted out. Her heart began to hammer its way out of her chest as she realized he’d practically waltzed them to the center of the room.

“That’s my girl!” He chuckled, hooves clicking against the floor.

She felt the fuzz of the carpet against her back as he sank down to her. Their stomachs brushing, she felt him shiver as she raked her finger nails down his back. His lips stole her breath away, kissing her harder and harder till she couldn’t tell up from down. She had to push her hands against his chest to put air between them.

“You like it when I’m mean to you?” Willow panted for air.

The goofy, smug look swelled up on his face and she scowled. He’s going to make some silly pun, I just know it. He giggled with utter glee, “What can I say? I like playing hard ball.”

Her nose scrunched up, “You absolute gym rat of a ma-hrmph.”

He stole another kiss, then another, until all the fire in her blood was a low simmer and she was more interested in tugging his hair than decking him with a book. Funny how obvious it was to everyone, including their principal, that they were just skirting around each other. Neither ready to plunge in, make it more than helpless flirting … because all his antics were flirting. His way of waving his arms above his head and saying ‘Pick me! Pick me!’

Willow broke away again to gulp down air greedily, “We should get back to the party before it’s over.”

“Will you wear this under the dress?” he blurted out in a cracked, raspy whisper.

She grinned, nodding vigorously. “Only so you can kiss under the mistletoe later.”

“Later?” He arched a brow, kissing her cheek. “Am I taking you and my track suit home as my Secret Krampus gift?”

“To your place? Absolutely not, it’s definitely a pig sty. I see how you treat the gym. I am taking you home as a part of my Secret Krampus gift.”

His head moved dramatically to look around the room before his dumbfounded stare landed on her again. “Did you miss the part where I reorganized your room? No, your place is clearly a cluster dump, and I am taking you home.”

“No. You are not!”

“You gonna stop me?”

He beamed before his gaze salaciously raked down her body to the mistletoe applique again. “Tell you what, you can take me home tonight as your present but you have to at least wear this under something to my place before holiday break is over.”

His warm palms brushed against her sides, his eyes clearly memorizing her in the lace. It was Willow’s turn to put a finger under his chin and raise his gaze to her. “Merry Solstice, Mr. Manitelle.”

Ogar laughed from deep in his belly as he helped her climb back to her feet. He brushed hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Merry Solstice, Ms. Bronte.”

Willow brushed past him, making sure to hip check him for good measure before she collected her clothes. Warmth pooled in her belly as she bent over at the hip to grab her dress off the floor where she left him.

He let out a low whistle, “Atta girl, but if you keep that up, we’re never making it back to the party.”

She pulled on her dress, slipped into her boots, and tucked her more appropriate underwear into his pocket. They only had another hour, then she could take home her Secret Krampus present and have him kiss under her mistletoe again.