Santa’s Mistletoe Playbook

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

D YLAN

Merry Christmas, Trin. That was the fucking best I could do? Her name on my lips tasted like Christmas morning, and I’d never get to experience it for real. Never mind I was supposed to hightail my ass back to Dad’s for Christmas Eve dinner where a brand new one night stand wasn’t likely to be welcome. Unless I called her my girlfriend. The word sat unyielding in my chest, like the lump of ice I fished out of Trin’s jacket.

Trinity.

I swallowed a groan and sipped my no longer scalding coffee. Something flew into my leg at a high speed, rocking me back on my heels. I stared down into the top of a multicoloured pom pom.

“Hey, shortstuff.”

“Not short, Booboo,” Bessie mumbled into my calf muscle through my jeans.

I grinned half-heartedly and squished my hand over her beanie. The wool was wet to touch. The snowfall had increased while I flirted my ass off with Trin, and I hadn’t noticed the crowd thinning. “Had fun?”

“Yup.” Brandon appeared at my side, chewing on a chocolate coated waffle bigger than his head. “Loads.”

“They’ve had lots of fun. And sugar.” My sister nudged an elbow at me that did nothing. “We’re heading home. Grant says there’s a storm coming in.” She studied the sky, her brow creased.

“Yeah,” I looked up, trying to spot the guy she was marrying who kept dashing off, though I was still distracted by the memory of the girl with purple ringed eyes and matching curls in her doe brown hair. “Get going, and message me if you get stuck, ‘kay, Sharon?”

She frowned, looking up at me. “Are you staying here?”

“Nah, just wanna catch up with a…you know…” I drifted off vaguely, not ready to call it quits on Trin just yet.

Sharon’s lips pursed. “I’ll see you at Dad’s later then.”

“Sounds good.” I detangled Bessie from my leg. “You gonna be safe to travel with this pair?” There was still no sign of her hubs-to-be.

“I grew up in the snow, Dylan. Just because we moved to California doesn’t mean I didn’t learn to drive in powder with Dad and all. Don’t wait too long, though. It’s a two-hour drive to Dad’s from here,” she reminded me.

“Yes, ma’am,” I murmured, knowing my sarcasm would propel her into action.

“Right. Off we go,” she said brusquely, grabbing a small mittened hand in each of hers.

“Bye, Big D!” yelled Brandon at the top of his lugs.

“Bye, Uncie Booboo,” called Bessie.

“Don’t eat all the gingerbread before I get there,” I shouted back as they disappeared into the fast falling snow.

I stared around, noting the various Christmas huts packing up their wares. The coffee cart trundled by, the vendor’s head angled down and tucked into a high raised collar. I flicked my own up, hunching my shoulders in and feeling the cold for the first time since we arrived. Sharon might’ve been right; I should've been moving on.

Just as I made up my mind to head to my truck, a flicker of purple caught my eye through the storm.

“Trin,” I called, but the lilac figure darted off.

I need to leave.

Five minutes wouldn’t kill me. I had to see her again. Apologise for my shitty level of flirting, or something. Hell, I hadn’t even gotten her number, though I knew where to find her at the college paper. Not that I knew where that was located, and it was getting harder to find her with all and sundry around me disappearing into the thickening white out.

I jogged lightly on my toes, tossing my already cold coffee in the nearest trash can that rocked in the wind. Snow blustered across my path as I pursued my quarry.

The flicker of purple drew my eye to my left. I darted after her, my boots crunching on the thickening snow underfoot that merged to ice over slush as the temperatures plummeted and the wind factor increased.

My mind told me I was a fucking idiot and that I’d get lost before I found her, while the other half of my brain urged me to hurry the hell up before I lost her, as well as myself.

Sending up at quick prayer Sharon and the kids got home safe, I reached out as a solid object appeared out of nowhere. The wall nearly high-fived me in the face, but I managed to skid around it, grabbing for the purple thing and hoped to hell it was a person and not another part of the building.

Thankfully, it was, and better yet, the person was the one I wanted most.

“Dylan!” Trinity cried out as I swung us both around and crashed back first into a stairwell half covered in snow. She ooffed into my chest, and my arms closed naturally around her. “What the hell are you doing?”

I waited for us to go for a third tumble together but the wall propped us up nicely. “Hahah!” I cheered, recovering when she looked at me weirdly. “I mean, I was looking for you.”

“You’re odd.” A tiny smile curved her pink lips. “But shouldn’t you be going? This looks like a full blown whiteout.”

“Yeah, I know what they’re like.”

“Uh huh. You’re from California,” she scoffed.

“I grew up in Minnesota.” I pressed the tip of my nose to hers as snow drifted around us in swirling eddies. “Got somewhere warm to hang out ‘til this blows over?”

She raised both her eyebrows. “Like my dorm?”

“Uh–” Alarm bells rang in my head. “That wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“Mmh.. What did you have in mind?” She shook her head, propping her hands under her chin on my chest and looked up at me with those seriously fucking pretty eyes.

“Where ever you were headed?” I shrugged. “You were the purple thing I saw. That was the entire plan.”

“Yeah, right.”

“No, really. No other ulterior motive.”

“So…you flirt like you play lacrosse then?”

I frowned. “How’s that?”

“By the seat of your pants.” She smirked.

“And what a fine seat it is.” I cupped a hand behind her head and weaved my fingers through her hair until I brushed her skin with my frozen fingers.

“Fuck!” she shrieked, but I had a good grasp on her and refused to let go.

“Nuh uh. Now be a nice hostess, and tell me where we are spending our Christmas Eve whiteout. Be a good girl for me, and maybe I’ll take you home for Christmas dinner.” The words just slipped out, and we both froze.

Her lips twitched. “Good girl, huh?”

I shrugged, relieved when she offered an exit clause and didn’t call me out for the bullshit I just spouted, despite the appealing image of cuddling her before the fire at Dad’s running through my mind. “Yeah. Good girls get to come first.”

“You’re so full of shit.”

“I’ll still make you love me.” I winked, but she stilled in my arms, muttering something I couldn’t quite make out. I focused on her, tightening my hold. Snow piled up on my boots but I ignored it. “Say that again.”

“Nope. One time only. This way for your tour. And don’t stare at my ass.” She shoved her way free, laughing at herself and started up the stairs.

I waited until she was a half flight up. “You know I’m going to look.”

“Yeah, but I still called it.”

“Fair point.” I kicked the snow from my boots and jogged after her. “So, where are we going, oh Blackstone guide?”

“Not to my dorm. But you can help me write that article about Rippton’s King of lacrosse.” She threw me a cheeky grin over her shoulder and pushed a door open. “Welcome to my office.” Her hand waved across a collection of desks stuffed into a small space as she leaned on one as full of messy papers as the rest.

“Why do I think you don’t mean me?” I let the door click softly behind me as I slipped in right after her, and flicked the lock.

Predictably, she jumped and spun on the spot. “Dylan–”

“It’s not like we’re going anywhere in this,” I waved at the window behind her that showed a field of smudged white with a few shadows in between. “And while I just wanna flirt with your sassy ass, I also wanna make sure my sister and her kids are okay.”

“She’s your sister,” Trin mumbled.

My phone was already in my hand when I registered what she said. “You little stalker.” I sent the message while my mind whirled, catching up.

“No, I mean–” she coughed, hugely fake, but I let it slide. “I saw you with her. And another girl, earlier.”

“Sister, ex. One night stand. Not both the same people,” I offered a cautious caveat. “You knew who I was before I crashed into you.”

And you still pretended to get my name wrong.

She didn’t deny it. “Maybe I wanted to interview the infamous Dylan Mountforth.”

“Maybe you wanted to date the infamous Dylan.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Or were you there to pick my brain on training schedules now the team’s picked up this season, and is actually a threat to Blackstone.”

Her silence said everything.

I shucked my jacket onto the back of a chair tucked behind an overloaded desk. “So, Trinity Westwood, sports reporter. Who are you dating on the lacrosse team? Lachlan?” Their captain? I paused and gave it thought. No, I was fairly sure their golden boy batted for the other team, so it wasn’t him. “Coach? Got some daddy issues to work out?”

“No,” she laughed at that, and it didn’t sound forced.

I circled her a second time, trailing my fingers along the edge of her jacket. “Take this off.”

She didn’t spin around, only turned her head as much as needed to hold my gaze. “Why?”

“Because it’s fucking soaked, and you’ll get sick.”

“Fine.” She threw her coat off, and a jacket under that, leaving her in jeans, boots and a navy, long sleeved Henley that clung to every delicious curve on her body.

And man, did those curves go on and on.

I swallowed hard, letting my gaze roam over her, wishing I could follow the same path with my tongue. “Tell me who you’re dating on the team.”

“Why?” Her chin lifted definitely.

I caught her jaw cleanly between my fingers. “Because I wanna know who you’re gonna call and break up with so I can fuck you without looking for a knife in my back while I’m balls deep in your perfect, hot little pussy.”

Her lips parted on a shocked gasp at my dirty talk, her pupils blown wide.

She likes that.

I filed the information away for a little later.

“I’m not dating anyone,” she whispered. “Lachlan is my step brother. He– he asked me to pick your brain.”

“Did he?” I twisted her hair in my fingers, pulling her back against my front and wound an arm around her waist. “What else did your brother ask for?”

“To find your weaknesses. He said you’re a—” she gasped a little when I tugged harder on her hair, forcing her head back against my shoulder, but she didn’t raise her hands or pull away like I expected. “That you’re a huge pain in his ass.”

I huffed a soft laugh, staring down at her slightly parted lips. If I looked hard enough, the pinked tip of her tongue was visible. “You wanna know my weakness, Trin?” I covered her entire stomach with my hand, loving how my body curved around hers and she almost disappeared in my grasp. “My weakness is for tiny girls with purple ringed eyes and hair I can wrap my fingers around before I destroy her. Your brother wants information, huh? Let me give you everything he needs to know.”

I slammed my mouth over hers before she could take another breath, driving my tongue between her lips without asking permission. Her soft hum sent my blood rushing south as I ground myself against her round, tight ass.

Her back arched, and just as I thought I earned a slap from her, Trinity pushed up onto her toes, kissing me back. A groan ripped through my throat as I gripped her harder, pushing her forward until her thighs bumped the edge of the desk she claimed earlier.

“Dylan,” she whispered, her next breath shattering on the echo of my name.

I broke the kiss, staring down at her. My heart pounded, blood rushing in my ears. This was too close, too much. If she wanted me to stop I’d do it but damned if I wouldn’t find her again. My palms itched with the need to rip her clothes off, push her over the desk, and slide myself home. Maybe leave a handprint or three for good measure. Because this girl was mine.

“Yeah?” I rasped, sliding the hand at her stomach between her breasts to circle her throat.

“Took you long enough,” she murmured, her eyes falling closed as she tipped her chin up.

“Fuck, Trin,” I grated, closing my hand firmly on her slender throat, lifting her a little with my grasp. My knee slid between her thighs from behind and I hoisted her off her feet, bruising her soft lips with mine, and earning myself more of those little sounds she liked to give me. “You fucking tease.” I grazed my thumb over her pulse point, stalling when her breath hitched.

The frozen moment stretched out between us. Blood filled my cock until I strained for her hot flesh, my lips tingling with a need her kisses hadn’t satisfied yet.

Finally, my brain caught up and I sliced my tongue across her lips, searing the gingerbread and cream taste of her into my senses. I needed to remember her forever.

“Show me more of your weaknesses,” she gasped, right before I claimed her mouth again.

She clung to me, her hands curled around my wrists, her fingers not quite meeting around their girth. I let her hang on, tugging her V-neck top down and plunging my hands inside to cup her smooth, full breasts. My cock liked the feel of her nipples straining against my palms, my balls tingling in response.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come in my pants like a horny teenager,” I muttered. “Let me taste you.”

“You are a horny teen,” she whispered back, a sharp glimmer in her heat-laden gaze. “And you are tasting me.”

“Not like I want,” I whispered back, shoving her forward on the desk.

She caught herself, letting my hand between her shoulder blades push her face first into her scattered paperwork. Her bared tits squashed against the hard wood surface. I pulled her shirt out of her jeans, admiring the sight of her all spread out for me. Working on her pants, I managed to drag them down to her thighs, trapping her in place and tracing the black silky thong that disappeared between her round ass cheeks.

“Jesus, that’s a sight,” I rasped reverently. “If you’re gonna object, Trin, say so now.”

She shook her head, still lying face forward on the desk like the good girl I asked her to be earlier. “Don’t stop.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I removed my hand, trailing her spine with my fingertips. “Don’t move from there.” I fell to my knees, running my nose the inside of her thighs and inhaling deeply. “You smell fucking heavenly.”

She whimpered as I pushed my face between her thighs and buried my tongue in her slit. I didn’t hear anything after that for a while, too absorbed in the creamy taste of her on my lips, but I did feel it when she gushed hot, filling my mouth with her release when I teased her clit. Her thighs quivered sweetly against my shoulders where I spread her wide. Swallowing everything she gave me, I lapped her clean, then stood.

She still lay where I left her, her hands braced under her shoulders though her arms softened, breasts pressed flat to the desk. Her head tipped to one side, her hair damp where lilac curls pressed to her cheeks.

“Thank you,’ she whispered, reaching back slowly with one hand. “I’m still shaking.”

Fuck. Me. This girl is my forever. I swear.

I gripped her hand tight in mine, lacing our fingers together. “I’m gonna fuck you good, baby girl,” I murmured, tracing my other hand along her slit to her ass and back again in quick swipes, pushing her thong to one side.

Her thighs tightened, and she pushed back into my touch.

“Like that, huh?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing the prettiest pink that crept around her neck in tiny tendrils.

“And this?” I collected some of her cream, playing with her folds as she sighed softly, her breaths picking up, and ran my fingers to her other hole. Her breath stopped altogether as I pushed against the puckered rosette, but she didn’t say anything, just closed her eyes tight. “You’re no stranger to anal, baby girl?”

“No. It’s good. But–” she stuttered a little. “It kinda hurts, and I hate that.”

My girl loves filthy talk, but getting hurt scares her. Noted.

Another sliver of information I filed away under her name.

“We can play later. I can stretch you gently so it never hurts, and all you feel is that fucked up pleasure of having a man in your ass,” I promised, my voice deepening at the though of sliding into her lubed asshole and watching her cheeks heat at the depraved sort of fucking I’d teach her to enjoy.

“Dylan,” she moaned, pushing her ass back into my cock. “Please, need you. Inside me–” She stumbled over her words and swallowed hard, unmoving just like I asked.

I swept the hair from her cheek and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Doing what you promised.” I worked my cock free, palming myself and yanked a condom from my wallet, rolling the rubber on as I teased her mouth gently with my tongue. “Any requests?”

She didn’t answer for a moment, and I ran the head of my cock between her folds as encouragement.

“Can you lick my neck?” she murmured lazily, still in the aftershocks of her orgasm against the head of my cock lodged in the entrance of her tight little pussy.

“I can do that, baby girl. Whatever you need,” I promised, pushing in an inch, letting her get used to my size. “Fuck, you’re tiny.”

“You feel huge,” she whispered, her eyes closed as tight as they had been when I played with her ass.

Any other day that would be a compliment, but I knew my size, and how small she felt, gripping my swollen length.

“You can take me, Trin. Let’s go slow and get you ready for a really good fuck.”

I leaned forward, sliding another inch into her slicked heat, her arousal easing my way. Her neck was soft beneath my lips as I sucked and nibbled there. She moaned, tilting her head as I found all her sensitive spots, arching against the desk.

I slid my hands under her, finding her nipples and playing with them gently, twirling the sensitive peaks between forefinger and thumb. “Imagine me sucking these while I stretch your little asshole with a slim vibe, making you hold it inside you, all slick with lube just to make it fun.” She gushed on me, and I grinned into the slope of her shoulder, flicking my tongue out to lick up beads of sweat. “I could move it in and out gently,” I rocked into her the teensiest bit, “and watch you unravel as you work out how much you need me to fill you there too.”

Her moan ripped through me, and through her, too. Trin cried out and I slammed my way home, filling her and gritting back my own orgasm as she came around me.

“Fuck, glad you like that image too, baby girl. Because after Christmas I'm gonna do exactly that to you.”

I gripped her hips, willing my release back as I began to move hard inside her, rocking through wave after wave of pleasure that assaulted her tiny body. She rubbed back against me, her moans and cries melding as I fucked up both into oblivion on her desk, and made her all mine.