The Very Naughty List

31. Hailey

31

HAILEY

I can only see Nick’s face out of my peripheral vision, but it’s enough for me to notice the lines of tension tightening on his face as I wriggle my ass against him in a subtle movement. Butterflies are going wild in my stomach as I keep my gaze focused forward, waving to the crowd. I’m vaguely aware of the cheering faces and the sounds of the gathered spectators, but all of my focus is on Nick, and the rapidly growing evidence of what I’m doing to him.

My pulse trips along at a fast pace, wetness gathering in the crotch of my panties as I grind against his cock again.

Nick growls low in his throat, tightening his grip on my waist.

“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to stay in control,” he rumbles in my ear, his voice strained.

I know he means it, but instead of stopping, I shift my weight so that I’m sitting more fully on his cock, making him grunt softly.

“And what would you do if you lost control?” I whisper.

He turns to look at me, his dark blue eyes roiling when they meet mine. “I’d make you come right here and now for taunting me with your perfect fucking ass.”

Oh my god .

A smirk tugs at my lips, even as my stomach flutters with a rush of arousal. If he thinks the threat of that “punishment” is going to stop me, he’s dead wrong.

I don’t take my eyes off his, and instead of letting up, I put all my weight into grinding against the lump of coal in his Santa pants. He growls in my ear, the sound hungry and strained.

“I warned you,” he murmurs roughly.

Shifting his weight a little, he reaches for one of the red-and-white striped blankets on the float for us to use in case we get cold. He throws it over our legs, covering us from the crowd, and a second later, I feel one of his calloused hands sliding up the inside of my leg.

“I don’t remember asking for this for Christmas, Saint Nick,” I tease, my pulse kicking into overdrive.

“Maybe not with your mouth,” he shoots back with a feral grin. “But even Santa has to take care of his wife’s needs when her body is so clearly screaming to be touched.”

His fingers slip under my costume to find my pussy and brush across it, making me squirm on his lap. He tightens his grip around my waist again with his free hand.

“Be still,” he whispers, his voice low, “or you’ll give us away.”

I know this is crazy, and there’s a real risk that we could get caught, but I can’t help myself. I spread my legs to give him better access, because the truth is, the recklessness of what we’re doing just turns me on even more. I keep one hand raised high, waving to the crowd of excited townspeople as the float rolls by, but when one of Nick’s fingers slips inside me, it takes everything I have not to let my reaction show on my face.

“Look at you, songbird,” Nick says in my ear, his bristly beard brushing against my neck and making me shudder. “No one out there knows how bad you’re being for me. They don’t know how filthy and greedy you are, opening your legs and begging me for more, do they?”

He shoves his finger all the way inside me, holding me close against him, and my back arches against his chest.

“Oh my god, Nick,” I hiss, my toes curling inside my shoes. “You’re gonna make me?—”

“Make you what? Make you come on my lap? Make you fall apart with all these people watching, none of them knowing what a dirty slut Mrs. Claus is?”

“I…”

I can’t say anything else. I don’t trust myself to speak without letting out an embarrassing moan, so I press my lips firmly together instead, and Nick chuckles.

“Do you want another finger, my dirty little songbird?” he whispers. “You want me to stretch you out? It won’t be as good as my cock, but I bet I can make you come in less than five minutes.”

God, it won’t even take one minute .

I’m so turned on by everything he’s doing and saying that I feel like I could shatter already. But even though I know I’m playing with fire, I nod, answering his question silently.

I can’t see his smile, but I can practically feel it as he presses a second finger into me, grinding against my clit with his palm.

I let out the smallest whimper and bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep it to myself. There’s Christmas music blaring from the float, but that wouldn’t be enough to explain away the strained look on my face if I don’t keep it under control. Even if the spectators don’t figure out what’s really going on, I don’t want anyone in the audience to think Mrs. Claus is having a stroke or something.

Reid and Sebastian are still standing in front of us, looking silly but hot in their green elf tights as they wave to the crowd, clueless about what’s going on behind them. They provide some distraction from what Nick is doing to me under the blanket, but most of the eyes in the crowd are understandably locked on me and Nick. After all, as Santa and Mrs. Claus, we’re the power couple everyone is here to see.

Knowing that—and feeling Nick’s thick fingers pumping slowly in and out of me—is a wild rush like no other. Any little thing could give us away right now. If I can’t keep my mouth shut or my face composed, or if a winter breeze strikes up and lifts up the blanket that’s draped over my legs, we could expose ourselves to hundreds of people.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl this year,” Nick whispers, curling both fingers inside me. I clamp down around him in surprise and pleasure and grind against his hand, desperate to get him deeper.

“And the year… isn’t even over,” I whisper raggedly before locking my lower lip between my teeth again to keep from crying out.

“Exactly. Plenty of time to get yourself into more trouble.”

His thumb finds my clit, and he drags its rough pad around the sensitive bud while his fingers keep teasing my g-spot, torturous and slow. My breath hitches in my throat, my thighs clenching. I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust on his lap.

“That’s it,” he urges in a low voice. “Come on, Mrs. Claus. Give Santa his gift.”

“Fuck,” I gasp, my brows stitching together as I struggle to keep my expression neutral.

I can’t let myself fall apart in an obvious way. Not here. I’m determined to get through the parade without being busted for public indecency, so I straighten up and wave more aggressively. I have to let all the energy building up inside me out somehow before I scream, so it might as well be by egging on the crowd.

I get a roar of applause in response, so I beam at them, despite the fact that there’s a voice screaming in my head that I’m seconds away from coming.

When Nick slides his fingers out of me abruptly to bring their wetness to my clit, pinching just hard enough to send a burst of pleasure and pain shooting through me, a plaintive moan slips out of my mouth.

Fuck, I’m about to lose it . I’m going to fall apart here in his lap with hundreds of people watching.

Reid must hear the tiny noise I make beneath the music, because he glances over his shoulder toward us. His eyes widen, shock and heat sparking in his eyes, and my stomach flutters. I might have the rest of the crowd fooled, but he clearly knows me well enough by now that all it takes is one look at my face for him to figure out what’s going on.

For a half-second, his gaze stays locked with mine, as if he’s wrestling down the impulse to stride over and drop to his knees in front of me so he can join Nick in pushing me toward an earth-shattering orgasm. But then he clears his throat, turning back to face the crowd.

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” he bellows, cupping both hands around his mouth to make the sound louder, drowning out the barely contained whimpers pouring out of me.

Sebastian looks at him quizzically for a second, then flicks his gaze to me.

If I weren’t so overwhelmed by pleasure and the need to stay quiet, I’d laugh at how quickly he picks up on what’s going on too. Just like Reid, he locks eyes with me for one scorching moment, and the heated look on his face is almost enough to incinerate the float from the ground up.

Then he turns back to the crowd, joining his brother in providing a distraction by getting the crowd to clap along with him to whatever song is blaring from the speakers. They take turns glancing back at me, their eyes flashing, and I can almost feel the burn of their jealousy and arousal at what’s happening between me and Nick.

“They’ve got you,” Nick breathes in my ear, his fingers working faster. “I’ve got you too, songbird. Come for me. No one will know, I promise.”

I don’t see how he can promise that when I’m pretty sure I’m about to scream his name in a decidedly not family friendly way. But as Nick’s words sink in, it strikes me in a rush that even though he’s the only one touching me, all three of them are working together to take care of me—and that knowledge warms something in my soul.

It makes me feel safe, cared for… and more deeply desired than I ever thought possible.

I fight against the urge to roll my hips against Nick’s hand, not wanting to risk drawing attention to what he’s doing to me. Instead, I clench tightly around the intrusion of his thick fingers, milking them the same way I would his cock.

“Please,” I breathe. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck , god, Nick…”

When the orgasm hits, it rolls through me slowly, and I grip the blanket as stars dance in my vision, joining the lights sparkling on the nearby floats. I suck in ragged breaths through my nose, doing my best to keep my eyes from rolling back as pleasure fills me, expanding outward from my core and filling my limbs. Nick’s arm stays locked around my waist, helping keep me upright and holding me steady until the wave crests and then starts to ebb away.

I release a shuddering breath, melting slowly against him, and when he hums in satisfaction, I can feel the vibration of it against my back.

“I guess that’s another tick in the naughty column,” he murmurs, teasing my clit with gentle strokes of his fingers and sending little jolts through my veins. “Good thing I like it when you’re a bad girl, songbird.”