The Snuggle is Real (Christmas Falls: Season 2)

FORD

FOUR YEARS LATER

The view from the top of Christmas Falls’ Town Hall was pretty spectacular, even in October. A few businesses had gotten into the spooky spirit of things, trading out their red-and-green lights for orange-and-black ones.

We would always be a Christmas town first and foremost, but we enjoyed all our holidays.

Jingle Bites chocolate shop across the road had a series of smiling jack-o’-lanterns strung across the front window. The White Elephant glowed an eerie green color that put me in mind of alien abductions. The big statue in front of Nutcrackers wore a witch hat.

And Sugar Plum Park was already starting to fill with families taking their little ones to a fall festival, complete with costume and pumpkin-carving contests.

It was a fraction of the size of our Christmas festival—organized for local families, not tourists.

The wind picked up, and pretty view or not, I wanted the hell off this roof and into a hot shower, so I refocused on the repair we’d been hired to do after a recent hailstorm. We were nearing the end of our working season, but now that old Mr. Jones had finally retired, I had more than enough festival odd jobs to get me through the holiday months.

Charlie and LuAnne emerged as I came up the drive. Charlie was patting a sad Peppermint Bark on the head and assuring him that he was still the bestest boy ever.

I met them on the steps, grinning as I took in Charlie’s ‘Wicked’ costume of a black dress with green accents, green face paint, and a pointy witch hat. “Great job on the makeup.”

LuAnne wrinkled her nose. “I still think she should have gone as the Good Witch.”

Charlie scoffed. “That’s boring.”

Her attitude did not surprise me. This was the little girl who loved the Grinch more than the Whos of Whoville, after all. Her grinchy stuffed dog still had pride of place on her bed, right beside her stuffed Peppermint Bark that Mason bought her on her first Christmas with us. The dollhouse I’d worked to save for had become the place where all her Lego creations lived. It was more scary than charming these days, complete with dinosaurs, spaceships, and little Lego people cowering by the Christmas tree. But hey, she still used it—when it wasn’t covered in dirty laundry—so I called that a win.

“We should get going,” LuAnne said. “We’re going to hit the festival, then grab dinner and a movie, so don’t wait up, old man.”

I huffed. “I’m only two years older than you.”

“Still older though,” she called as she went down the stairs with Charlie on her heels.

Lu still hated Christmas here, so she arranged her visits around other holidays, which meant she got to take Charlie to the festival tonight. Mason and I could swing by, but we tried to give Charlie and her mom one-on-one bonding time when she came.

“I want lots of photos!” I called. “Pics or it didn’t happen!”

LuAnne waved me off. “Yeah, yeah, you’re a helicopter dad. How will you survive a night without your little princess?”

“Wicked witch,” Charlie corrected.

“Right, sorry. Your witch.”

I chuckled. “I don’t know. Mason and I will do our best to find some way to occupy ourselves.”

“I just bet you will,” Lu muttered, turning to open the car door of her hatchback.

Peppermint Bark whined when I entered the house. I stroked his ears. “I know. Poor Cinderella didn’t get to go to the ball.”

Pepper perked up at the word ball and ran to grab the nearest toy, which was a length of rope. I played tug-of-war with him for a few minutes before tossing it and sneaking away to grab a shower. If I indulged Pepper all he wanted, I’d still be playing three hours from now.

I showered and dressed in some gray sweatpants and a comfy hoodie.

When I came down, I found Mason on the sofa with a snuggly Pepper, a movie playing on the TV screen.

Mason turned when he heard me. “Hey! I take it Charlie and Lu already left?”

“Yeah. Charlie rocked that ‘Wicked’ costume.”

“I knew she would,” he said proudly.

“I asked Lu to take a lot of pics. They won’t be back until late.”

Mason nodded. “Did you want to go out to dinner? Or go grab some drinks? I wasn’t sure…”

“Not really in the mood.” I winced. “Unless you want to? It’s probably been too long since I’ve taken you to a nice dinner.”

Mason shook his head. “We get out plenty. I’d rather stay in if you don’t mind leftovers. I’m not in the mood to cook.”

“I could make dinner if you want.”

“No way. You’ve been on a roof all day. You need to relax. Come sit.”

Mason was too good to me. He worked full time too. Maybe it was indoors and didn’t involve climbing around rooftops, but I knew it was as mentally and emotionally tiring as my physical exertion was.

Still, I wasn’t eager to spend my evening in the kitchen, so I joined Mason on the sofa. He instantly leaned in to cuddle against me. Score 1 for the hoodie. I stroked my hand through his hair, relaxing with a sigh.

When Mason was in my arms, everything was right with the world.

Then I opened my eyes and saw that fucker Heath Kelly on the TV screen in all his Hallmark glory. The movie star was catching a snowflake on his tongue while his male costar gazed at him adoringly.

“It’s not even Christmas yet,” I grumbled. “Why are you watching this?”

Predictably, Mason’s face turned pink. Which didn’t make me feel much better. He was still a fanboy for that man.

“I was just killing time until you came down.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.” Mason tipped his head back to look at my face. “I just like his movies.”

I worked a hand down the back of his jeans, cupping one asscheek. “I know you do.”

His lips parted and his eyes darkened.

“Just his movies,” he said hurriedly.

“Likely story,” I murmured as I wedged the tip of my index finger into the cleft of his ass and stroked.

Mason squirmed a little, hands slipping under my hoodie. “It’s true. If you were on that screen, I’d watch every movie you made.”

I chuckled. “Oh, yeah? Would I make you as hot as Heath?”

“Hotter,” he murmured, working his fingers up to my chest and tugging a little at my chest hair.

I tipped us over, pinning Mason beneath me on the couch. He gasped at the sudden movement, and Pepper gave an offended yip before jumping down and trotting out of the room. He’d quickly learned to get out of dodge when we got handsy.

The move dislodged my hand from Mason’s pants, but that was okay. I used it to hike his leg around my hips.

“So you admit you’re hot for him?” I growled near his ear.

“What?” he squeaked. “No!”

I flicked out my tongue, tracing the shell of his ear. “I’m not convinced.”

“You know I only want you.”

I met his gaze, so warm and loving and earnest, and damn, it melted me to utter fucking goo. This man could get me to do anything for him. He had me wrapped around his pinky every bit as much as Charlie did.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I took his mouth in a possessive kiss. I wasn’t seriously jealous. I liked to tease him about his celeb crush on Heath. But gossip around town was that Heath would be moving to Christmas Falls permanently. I had to make sure Mason knew where he belonged.

Under me. Beside me. Helping me raise Charlie. My partner and my family.

He parted his lips, accepting my overpowering kiss with a delicious moan. I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth, nipping it and making him gasp, then soothing it with my tongue.

Mason dragged my hoodie up, and I lifted enough to yank it over my head and toss it aside.

“You’re so sexy,” Mason muttered, stroking his hands up and down my chest and stomach.

I wasn’t some twenty-something with a six-pack. I worked manual labor, and it kept me strong, but I was also well into my thirties. My stomach was soft and furry. Unlike Heath Kelly, who was probably groomed and waxed to within an inch of his life.

Mason latched onto my right nipple, nibbling and licking, and a sharp bite of pleasure shot through me. A raspy groan escaped my lips.

“Want you,” he said. “Only you.”

“Good.” I pulled back to undo the buttons of his pale pink dress shirt. “Because you’ve got me, and I’m not letting you go.”

Mason palmed my dick through my sweatpants. “You’re not wearing underwear, are you?”

I grinned. “Nope.”

“You know how crazy that makes me!”

He pushed me back, and I let him guide me to a sitting position. Then he slithered to the floor and pressed his face between my legs.

“Fuck, Mase.”

He rubbed his face over the fabric covering my hard dick. Then opened his mouth, sucking me through it. It didn’t feel that great, but damn, the sight made me crave his hot, wet mouth directly on skin.

I hooked my thumbs in my waistband. “Let me give you the real thing.”

He looked up at me through his lashes, those adorable freckles bright on his flushed cheeks. “One sec. I need to memorize this image of you.”

He swept his gaze over me, head to toe, lingering on my bare chest, heaving and flushed, to the damp bulge straining so hard against my sweatpants Mason could probably make out every little detail of my dick through the fabric.

“Go get the lube,” I ordered.

“What about the blow job?”

“I’ll be the one blowing, and way too soon, if you do it. Just get the lube and prep yourself good. I can’t promise to go easy on your ass.”

Mason shivered, looking more excited than daunted by that idea. He scrambled to his feet and headed to the hall bathroom, where we’d stashed some spare supplies for when we wanted to get frisky on the main floor.

I shoved my pants off, getting naked, and gave the base of my cock a hard squeeze to settle myself a bit.

When Mason returned, he peeled off the rest of his clothes while I watched, slowly stroking my dick as I took in the show. He turned adorably red when he noticed my rapt gaze on him, especially when I pulled him down across my lap, facedown and ass up. He was in the perfect position for a good spanking, but I didn’t think he would enjoy that.

I had something else in mind.

I parted his cheeks, gazing at his pink hole. “Get yourself ready for my dick.”

Mason shuddered. “Oh, god.”

Obediently, he slicked his fingers with lube and then reached back to breach himself. I could feel his hard cock twitching against my thigh as he worked two fingers in his hole while I watched. He pumped them twice, not struggling much to take them, given how often we fucked.

I added my thick middle finger to his two as he sank them in, and he sucked in a surprised breath as I stretched him.

“F-ford…”

“Is it good?” I slipped my finger out, then plunged back in.

“Fuck! Yeah.”

I pressed two fingers to his hole alongside the two he was working in and out. “Think you can take both of us?”

“Four?” He sounded skeptical. “I don’t know.”

“It’s kind of like being fucked by two people, huh?” I murmured, pressing in a little. “Imagine two cocks right here, both of them wanting to push into you.”

He groaned as my fingers sank in another inch, along with his. “O-only you,” he panted.

“Yes, of course. I’d never share you. Not ever.”

“But if you had two dicks…” he mused. “I’d find a way to take them both.”

Hell, yes. I pushed my fingers in a little farther, and Mason whimpered as his rim stretched, white and shiny.

I wasn’t going to push him too far. Hell no. I needed this ass around my dick, not wrecked by our fingers.

“Pull your fingers out, sweetheart.”

Mason did as I asked, and I plunged mine deep, making him cry out with pleasure. “Fuck!”

I bent, placing an open-mouthed kiss on his ass cheek, sucking it hard enough to mark. “You ready for my dick?”

“Always.”

I guided him up and then pulled him down to straddle my lap. Mason placed a knee on each cushion, bearing his weight as he positioned my cockhead at his hole. Then with a groan, he pushed back, slowly sinking down as I spread him wide.

I tipped my head back against the sofa, eyes closing, as heat and pressure swamped me. Mason’s ass was tight and slippery with lube, fucking heaven around my sensitive dick.

Inch by inch, he took me into his body, until his ass was flush against my pelvis.

I opened my eyes and reached for his neck, pulling him into a deep, wet kiss. He slowly rolled his hips, making me gasp into his mouth. He slipped his tongue in, stroking along mine, teasingly retreating when I responded.

With a growl, I grabbed his jaw and pulled his mouth open further, taking over the kiss with a thrust of my tongue.

He moaned as I bucked my hips up, forcing myself deeper inside him, while fucking my tongue in and out of his mouth. Our kiss grew sloppy and uncoordinated as he began to move with me, grasping my shoulders and levering himself up and down my dick, riding me hard.

The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the room.

Mason’s cock, damp with precum, rubbed against my stomach.

I wrapped a hand around his shaft, helping him along, and Mason cried out, arching into my touch, seeming torn between the pleasure in his ass and the pleasure in his cock.

“Need more,” Mason said. “Can we?—”

“Yeah.” I grabbed his waist and lifted him off me, just as eager to move as he was.

Mason stood and bent over the arm of the sofa, and hell yeah, I hadn’t had him that way before. I stepped up behind him, bending my knees a little to line up with his ass, and surged inside him.

He shouted and clawed at the furniture as I shoved him forward a few inches over the arm of the sofa. I had no idea if that was comfortable for him, but he was crying out yes, yes, yes so I kept going.

I grabbed handfuls of that luscious ass and pounded it for all I was worth, going hard. Nothing but grunts and gasps for breath—interspersed with Mason’s moans—filled the air.

When I reached the edge of no return, I hooked an arm around his chest and pulled him up into my arms. My dick went even deeper inside him, and Mason squeaked, going to his tiptoes as I impaled him.

I wrapped my hand around his dick once more—but without a single stroke he came with a wail.

Cum erupted from the tip, and I did my best to catch it in my palm even as his squeezing ass sent my climax slamming into me. I shuddered and fell forward, taking us both down over the arm of the couch.

Mason grunted as I flattened him, still shaking with orgasm.

We breathed hard, trying to catch our breath. After my heart rate calmed, I lifted my cum-coated fingers to his mouth.

“Here. Taste a snowflake. We’ll be just like your Hallmark movie.”

Mason barked a surprised laugh. “X-rated Hallmark, maybe.”

He flicked out his tongue, swiping it over my fingers. My cock jerked in his ass one last time with a pleasurable aftershock.

“Damn, you’re hot,” I rasped.

“Hotter than Heath Kelly?”

I snorted. “Uh, what? Isn’t that my line?”

Mason glanced over his shoulder, eyes glinting with humor. “I don’t know. I think he’s much more your type than mine.”

I spluttered a laugh as I pulled free of Mason’s body. Spotting my hoodie on the floor, I grabbed it to clean us up, and Mason tossed a throw blanket over the couch cushions so we could sit.

I pulled him into my arms, and Mason nuzzled into my chest the way he always did.

“I am not into Heath Kelly,” I said. “You’re the one who turns on his movies.”

Mason peeked up at me, looking mischievous.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, it’s just… I wonder why I keep turning on those movies if I’m not into Heath, especially when it’s not even Christmas?”

“Exactly! That’s my point.” I narrowed my eyes as a thought hit me. “Wait. Are you saying you use Heath Kelly to rile me up for a good fuck?”

He laughed, eyes sparkling. “Would I do that?”

He would. He most definitely would.

“You’re so going on Santa’s naughty list this year.”

Mason smirked at me. “Worth it. I already have everything I want.”

I kissed that smug mouth, contentment filling my heart. “Yeah, me too, sweetheart.”

We cleaned up and reheated some leftover chicken-and-rice for dinner before settling back on the sofa. Pepper trotted in and reclaimed his place beside Mason.

“Should we wait up for Charlie?” Mason asked when we’d finished.

“Yeah, but we can’t be too obvious about it,” I said.

“Pretend to fall asleep watching a movie again?”

With a long workday, a thorough fucking, and a full belly, I didn’t even have to fake it. My eyes got heavy—and before I knew it, I was waking to the front door opening and Charlie and her mom coming inside.

Mason straightened up, rubbing at his eyes. “Hey, you two.”

“Have fun?” I asked.

“We did,” Lu said. “Dare I ask if you two had any?”

I sent Mason a small smile. “Oh, you know. We just watched a movie and fell asleep.”

Charlie sighed and shook her head. “You guys are so boring.”

“I guess we are,” I said.

Charlie came over to hug and kiss each of us goodnight before taking the stairs up to her bedroom. Pepper followed, knowing where he was most welcome.

LuAnne shook her head at us, a smile playing on her lips.

“I guess I don’t need to ask if you two had fun tonight,” she said dryly. “There’s a pair of boxer briefs half under the couch.”

Mason winced and reached down to pull them out. “I wonder how those got there.”

“Mm-hmm. Me too,” Lu said with a laugh. “Night, guys. Try not to be too boring. I need a good night’s sleep before I hit the road in the morning.”

Mason was practically glowing a neon red. I tugged him up from the sofa and kissed him soundly. “You’re so cute when you blush.”

“Shut up,” he muttered.

I took his advice and kissed him again, more thoroughly this time.

A shirt sailed over the railing upstairs and landed on my shoulder, startling us apart. “Get a room,” Lu called.

I pulled back, laughing softly. “What do you think? Should we take this to the bedroom and be boring again?”

Mason’s eyes twinkled. “You have the best ideas.”

THE END