Silent Night (Twisted Holidays)

7. Saint

SEVEN

SAINT

For the first time ever, I want to kill someone. Murder. Destruction. Mayhem. The entire nine yards, all so I can keep her safe. Hayley. No other name would fit my sweet girl.

She’s not mine , but fuck if she’s that asshole’s. Her stepbrother acts like he wants to be a whole lot more than siblings by marriage.

She protected me for a third time. When she could have admitted the monster beside her bed, she didn’t. She hid me because she wants me here. The fact comes with a strange sensation in my chest.

When she got out of the bed and went to him, I very carefully peeked over the mattress, watching and gritting my teeth as he played with her curls. Curls that I also shouldn’t be allowed to touch, but he definitely shouldn’t be.

I almost gave her dirty little secret up right then and there, if only for the pleasure of being able to see his expression.

He dropped numerous suggestive comments that had me ready to stab the smirk off his face, and then to cut off his hands for touching her, but I waited until he left, biding my time until she was all mine again.

When the door shuts behind him, I stand, glaring at the spot he was last standing. “Has he ever touched you before? ”

Say yes. Give me a fucking reason to end his life.

Hayley approaches, unwisely nearing the man barely clinging to his sanity. She reaches for me with a shake of her head. “He enjoys making comments like that. Thinks they’re amusing.”

Comments. Comments are still deserving of pain.

She touches my arm, snapping me from my daze, and I lunge for her, snatching her curls in my grip and ripping her head back with a surprised gasp. My other palm pulls her closer, keeping her against me as I walk her backwards to the bed, kissing her as angry as the past five minutes have made me.

She gasps when I shove her on the bed, ripping those shorts off her again. It’s a goddamn shame the interruption forced her to cover up, and I vow not to leave until her bed is soaked by her.

I stroke her pussy with two fingers before shoving them inside her, ecstatic when her back arches, her mouth opens in an O.

“Saint,” she gasps, “fuck me—please.”

“I am.” To emphasize my words, I hammer into her harder, no longer in gentle, teasing touches. Her stepbrother’s presence royally pissed me off and I have to ensure my scent is imprinted all over her, as a warning to him, before I leave.

“No—” She reaches for me, her denial ending on a breathy moan. “That’s not…what I meant. And you—know it.”

“Yeah, but if I do, if I allowed myself to feel you around my cock, I’ll never leave. And that’s not good for you.”

Just saying it aloud is a reminder of the reasons I should be running away. I got her name; I got valuables; my entire job in her house has to end. Fucking her would make walking away impossible and there’s no reality that’ll ever exist where I can keep her.

“Please,” she repeats.

“I like you begging, Hayley.” I like it a whole lot. I think I could come from her breathy pants alone. “Keep it up, and maybe I’ll grant you what you want. ”

I press harder into her, curling my fingers, but she reaches for me again, this time heading for my waist. Given how little restraint I’m clinging to, she can’t touch me, but fuck if I don’t want to feel her hands gripping my cock.

“Beg me again.” Convince me.

“Saint, please. ”

She used my name. She wins.

I pull my fingers from her to grasp her hips and flip her over, so her head is by the edge of the bed and she’s staring directly up at me. Excitement lights up her eyes and she realizes exactly what my plan is.

“Unzip me.”

Immediately, she obeys, unbuttoning my jeans and then pulling the little, metal zipper down. She reaches inside, freeing me from my shorts as well, and my cock hardens more than it already was in her hand.

She strokes me, her touch softer than I’ve ever felt before. So prim and proper, but it’s not what I need. Hell, it’s not what she needs.

I pet her cheek, stopping by her lip before dragging my thumb over it. “Here, Hayley. I want in this pretty mouth while I make you come again. And you will come before the night is up.” As many as I can physically pull from her.

She doesn’t hesitate to take me in her mouth, sucking me in past my head while tightening her lips into as small an O as she can fit around me. She pulls back, dragging her tongue over the base of my cock, paying particular attention to the sensitive skin beneath my head before sucking me as far back as she can.

“Fuck—Hayley.” White spots decorate my eyes and I thrust my hips once, gaining another inch down her throat. When I look down, I nearly come from the sight alone. Her head is thrown back, my cock swelling in her throat. Unable to help myself, I reach down to stroke the column of skin. “Fuck, you look pretty with my cock down your throat. You suck so fucking good. ”

Her mouth clamps tighter, her tongue flicking on my underside in response.

Before I completely lose myself, I grab her hand and rest it on my upper thigh. “If you need to breathe, tap three times. Can’t have you suffocating, now can we?”

She playfully taps my leg once in response.

I lean over her, pushing even farther into her as I prop a palm up on the bed beside her for balance and reach for her cunt, nudging her legs apart. They fall to the side without any other instruction and I start stroking her, dragging my two fingers through her wetness, feeling her grow more slippery.

She moans around my cock, the vibrations creating bliss like none other. I dip inside her, and then out, petting her clit. I repeat the rotation a few times until her hips angle toward me, and she becomes twitchy and unable to stay still.

“Gonna come, sweet girl? Can’t let stepbrother hear you, so be sure to keep sucking.” I dip my fingers in farther, urging her orgasm, eager to feel her moaning around me. “Come, Hayley. Come for me.”

She does instantly, as though the command helped her along. Her cry is muffled by my cock, but she releases me still, unable to focus on the overwhelming bliss and her sucking. Her nails dig into my hip before she remembers to flatten them, keeping her hand still as her silent safe word. I don’t mind her scratches though. Hell, I crave her marks. Something of hers I can take with me.

I go to pull out of her, but she grasps my waist with her free hand and sucks me down harder, lightly biting down to tell me she wants me to remain inside her. Fucking happily.

I reach for her again, lightly tapping my hand on her wet core, but with a noise, she presses her thighs together and bends them away from me before pulling her mouth away temporarily to murmur, “Too sensitive.”

She takes me back down her throat, and as much as I wanted to see her come a few more times, it’s a damn honour I’ve tapped her out. That I’ve given her enough pleasure.

When her teeth graze me again, I make it known I’m not in the mood for playing. Not now, when I’m so close to the edge. I reach down and grasp her hair, keeping her head at the precise angle I want. After double checking her hand is still in place on my hip if she needs to tap out, I thrust into her mouth, making her momentarily cough.

“You okay?”

She nods, so I take it as an invitation, and, keeping her hair tight in my grip, push down her throat, pulling back to the tip, and repeating. I set a pace she keeps up with, her legs falling open again.

“You take me so good, Hayley. So fucking good . Getting dirty by the stranger breaking into your house is one of many bad ideas you’ve had.”

It’s the sight of her pink pussy, her mouth around my length, her tongue flicking the underside of my head that drives me over the edge.

As much as I’d love to come down her throat, I pull out of her, using the grip I have on her hair to push her off me when she fights to stay latched. I stroke my cock, first reaching over to grab the pile of tinsel that’s long fallen off her and tossing it back onto her chest.

I come in streams of white, landing on her chest, marking her in a primal way I’ve never felt with another woman. It makes the tinsel stick to her skin, my perfect dirty little Christmas gift. I can now leave her, knowing I’ve placed my mark of possession on her skin.

Once my breathing regulates again, I reach down to stroke through my cum, gathering a bit on my index finger before presenting it to her. She opens her mouth immediately, sucking the digit with the same effort she did my cock, cleaning me with a sparkle to her eyes.

I step back and stare down, intending to imprint this night onto my memory. Tomorrow, I vow, I’m leaving this town for good. I’ve gotten what I needed, so getting away from her is key. Already, it’s becoming too late.

She lies, limp on her bed, a delicious, dirty mess. All done by me . Her head falls to the side and a sleepy smile spreads across her face, her sigh a tribute to her exhaustion.

“I’ll get you something to clean up.” Not sure how, considering it means lingering in the bathroom where her stepbrother could easily find me.

“Don’t,” she mumbles, stretching a hand toward me. “Stay.”

“I can’t, sweet girl.” I wait until her hand drops listless to the bed beside her before helping her onto her pillow. If she won’t allow me to clean her, at least I can get her comfortable. Once she’s in position, I bend, brushing sweaty strands off her face before kissing her long and deep, taking the taste of her with me. “Merry Christmas, Hayley.”

Thank you for making this the greatest Christmas I’ve ever had, and probably ever will.

I make it to the door, only stopping when she mumbles my name. Hand on the knob, I twist around. “Will you return tomorrow?”

“I’m no good for you, Hayley. Trust me. If you really knew me, you wouldn’t want me in your life. Not only are we from opposite sides of the tracks, but our tracks aren’t even in the same country.”

Before she can respond, I slip from her bedroom, rush down the stairs, and take off into the night.

I made it to the edge of town before turning around and going back to her house.

I get it now. People’s greed. Because I’m fucking greedy for her.

Before I realize what I’m doing, it’s mid-afternoon on Christmas Day, and I’m knocking on her front door, as though I was an invited guest. Which, for the sake of her stepbrother, is exactly what I’ll be.

The door swings open and my sweet girl fills the doorway. Her mouth slips open—a mouth I’ve been reliving all night—and her hands knot in her oversized green, knit sweater. She looks so cozy in it. Leggings cling to the legs I’m still recalling around my head, and adorable, fuzzy tan slippers adorn her feet.

“What—” As fast as she starts, her stepbrother appears scowling behind her, standing much too close in my opinion.

“Who are you ?”

“Saint.” I stretch my hand toward him, pretending to be someone with manners. “Hayley’s boyfriend. She invited me here since it’s only you two for the holidays.”

“ Boyfriend,” her stepbrother repeats, his eyes drilling into the back of her head, meanwhile Hayley’s staring at me like I’ve grown two heads. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

She manages to compose herself enough to turn slightly, angling herself more toward me than him, which makes me fucking thrilled. “Um, yeah, it’s fairly new.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“We’re not exactly friends, Bentley.”

Ah, good, a name. Bentley .

Bentley, still scowling, paces away. “Wonderful…company.”

“Happy to be here,” I say, filling my tone with that holiday cheer I often hear in others as I step inside, my hand brushing against Hayley’s. I shut the door, pressing my back to it as the house’s warmth once again welcomes me.

Bentley’s watching me with narrowed eyes. “It’s Christmas morning. Don’t you have family to be with?”

“All dead,” I reply flippantly. They’re dead to me, so it’s close enough to the truth.

I shed my coat, tossing it toward him, and he scrambles to catch it, his gaze taking in the material obviously too poor for his tastes. I stop paying the asshole attention as I wrap my arm around Hayley’s waist and tug her possessively to my side.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she hisses as we pace away from her stepbrother .

I dip my head down, dragging my nose up the column of her neck. “Making sure he knows not to touch you.”

She casts me a worried look but loses her chance to make whatever comment she’s about to when her stepbrother comes up behind us, a bit too close, like he’s trying to be intimidating.

“I can use a drink. Then we can all sit by the tree and have a jolly ol’ time.” Sarcasm rings in his tone, which I reply with at an equal level.

“Sounds great, we’ll wait for you.”

Bentley casts me a death glare but heads for the kitchen while Hayley tugs on my hand, leading me to one of two couches framing the tree. She pulls me down beside her, whispering, “Are you fucking insane? Do you realize how many questions he’ll ask that we don’t have answers to?”

“Relax.” I practically melt into the couch beside her, gazing around at the life I’ll never have, the woman who’ll never be fully mine. “I couldn’t leave after seeing how he treated you. As for your worries, we’ll make up the answers as we go along.”

“So this is your way of protecting me?” Her brows lift into her curls, but I smooth the skin between her eyes before wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and claiming her mouth.

For all her irritation, she thaws immediately, and I want nothing more to say fuck it and take her upstairs, letting him hear how he’ll never have her.

Bentley returns then, a glass in hand, almost like he ran from the kitchen and back. He coughs and she rips away from me, her lips swollen, cheeks pink. I like that. The little signs of being mine. She smooths her hair, looking anywhere but me.

He drops into the couch across from us, his glare focused on Hayley. “You didn’t tell me we’d have a visitor.”

“He wasn’t certain he’d be able to make it,” she lies in a steady voice and I squeeze her thigh before pulling her so close to me, she’s practically on my lap .

Sweeping a hand by the back of her neck, I tell him, “I’ll do anything for her, so of course, I made it work.”

“Generous,” he utters in a flat tone. “You two met at school, I assume?”

“Yes,” I lie, mind scrolling for the meager bit I know about how universities function. “In the library. Went to reach for the same book at the same time. A meet-cute, really.”

Hayley stiffens in my arms as her stepbrother continues to pick apart the lies. “What’s your degree?”

A degree? Shit. What kinds of programs are out there that I even know of? I’ve never looked at a university’s website because there’d be zero point in it.

“Bio-Chem,” Hayley replies with a squeeze of my hand. “Same as me. It’s why we were after the same textbook.”

Sweet girl’s an intelligent girl to be a Bio-Chem major. There’s so much I don’t know about her. So much I shouldn’t even be allowed to wonder, but fuck if I don’t want it all.

You can’t. By tonight, you’ll be gone from this town. This time, it’s a vow I have to keep.

“Hanging around till the twenty-seventh with her?” he asks. “That’s when her flight home is.”

Only two more days. I never thought I’d be thankful for anything this asshole had to say, but knowing she’ll be leaving soon is useful. It’s more reason to go, because she will too eventually. Stealing from this place may have turned into stealing the very thing I couldn’t ever keep, so it’s a welcome reminder.

“Tonight, actually.” For the first time, I tell something truthful to Bentley, but I’m looking to Hayley when I say it. “For now, I’m only here to have a nice Christmas.”