Elf Against the Wall: A Holiday Romantic Comedy (The Wynter Brothers Book 2)
Elf Against the Wall: Chapter 37

Anderson dragged me out the back door.

“I didn’t get anything to eat.”

“I have something better than food.”

“Your cock?” I joked.

“Your salvation.”

“What?”

“Not here.”

I wrapped my arms around his torso as the motorcycle sped to the converted old garage.

Resting my hands on his broad shoulders, I managed to get off the bike without falling over this time.

Anderson sprang off the bike, long legs cutting a path through the snowy night. One hand flicked on the lights in the garage. The other pulled off his helmet.

“What’s the big break? Did you get one of his friends to say something?”

“Better.” Using a voice command, he turned on the TV that was hanging on one wall, then he hit a button on a keyboard.

On the TV was a video taken at Ian’s dance theater.

“That’s from last year. Sawyer and I organized a family outing to go see Ian in the Nutcracker. The owner promised him he would get to be on that night. Of course, he wasn’t.”

I stood there watching the video.

Anderson’s arms were crossed. He looked away from me as the clip played.

“Holy shit!”

“Evie…”

“That rat-faced bastard. I knew it. I knew I wasn’t crazy! Braeden’s been fucking with me this whole time. We need to go back to the party and play this for everyone.”

“No. I’m waiting on someone who’s processing that recording. Then we’ll have all the evidence we need to bury him.” Anderson paced in front of the TV. “The frat idiot had your photo. Braeden sent it to all his friends.”

He seemed dangerous, predatory, as he paced, agitated, in the dim lighting. The motorcycle gear moved on him like blackened armor. “I don’t want them to have your picture. I don’t even want them to look at you or think about you.”

“Who cares? This is awesome. We have evidence.”

“I care. Because you’re mine!” The roar echoed off the concrete floor in the gray space.

I froze.

“You’re mine, and I will fucking kill anyone who tries to take you or hurt you.”

“We’re not—” I swallowed.

He was breathing hard. He looked crazy, irrational.

“We’re not like that, right? Like, it’s my own delusions.”

He grabbed my hair, half dragging me up to him so he could whisper against my mouth. “I want to carve your name in my skin.”

“That sounds drastic.”

“You drive men crazy.” His teeth were at my neck.

“I think you were already insane.”

“You didn’t have a problem last night when you were licking my cum from your tits.”

“That was…” I winced. “It was part of the mission. I don’t actually fantasize about being with you or anything.”

At least I wouldn’t any longer.

Now that this nightmare was almost over, now that I was so close to… what had Anderson called it? My salvation? It would be snatching defeat from the jaws of victory if I slept with him now. This was my chance to wipe the slate clean.

“I think I should just go back to the party.”

One gloved hand shot out to my throat. “Don’t lie to me. You want me.” The leather scraped my skin as he drew his hand down.

“But my family…” Even with all the excuses, I couldn’t bring myself to say, No, stop, don’t. Because. Put me on the naughty list, but I wanted this. Wanted him.

“You’ve wanted me to fuck you since you caught me in your parents’ house.” His deep voice was so smug, so self-assured.

“That’s not true,” I croaked.

Off came my sweater, the gloves rough under my bra against my tits. Then his hands were on my hips, seeking, pulling the skirt.

“Take it fucking off before I destroy it.”

I needed to make better choices, which would include not dropping my clothes on Anderson Wynter’s floor.

But the way he kissed me, like he wanted me, like I was everything, like I was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever had? I didn’t want to walk out of there.

Maybe he could just, you know, eat me out, then I’d have some clarity and could resist the walking, snarling bad choice personified.

I kicked off my flats and stood on his boots so I could kiss him, arms wrapped around his neck, my bare skin pressed against the sharp ridges of his motorcycle jacket.

He kissed me long, slow, hungrily, his heavy gloved hands at my waist, my ass, between my thighs.

“Don’t tell me,” he whispered, an edge of a threat in his deep voice, “that you don’t want me to fuck your tight little cunt.”

I did.

“I don’t.”

He grabbed my hair. “Liar.”

Then I was being forced down on my knees.

“Suck my cock. I want you to get me nice and hard for when I fuck you.”

Hands shaking, I undid his belt buckle, breathing on his cock as I slowly pulled down the zipper. He was already half-hard.

My tongue flicked out to the tip. He hissed, then I took the thick length in my mouth.

His gloves rubbed slow circles in my scalp as I took the cock in my mouth, trying to convince myself that I totally wasn’t turned on by this, that I wasn’t thinking about his cock in my pussy.

I moaned, not able to stop the fantasy of him spreading me, filling me.

He cursed and ripped me off of him.

“Had enough?”

In answer, he threw me forward. My knees banged the hard concrete. My hands stung.

His gloves were rough as they scraped my pussy, pushing inside me, on my clit.

I rocked against his hand.

“Spread your legs.”

The concrete scraped my knees.

“More.” His thick gloves gripped my thighs.

I arched back against him as he buried his face in my pussy, lapping my clit as his thick gloves pushed inside me.

This was what I needed—him to make me come, then I’d walk out of there, away from him.

My hips ground back against his face as he licked and sucked on my clit. Then I was coming, my high-pitched cries echoing around the dark space.

Panting, I crawled forward.

He stood up. His shadow darkened the floor in front of me. Then his heavy boots were kicking my legs wider.

“Let me see your dripping cunt.”

Just because my family already thought I was sleeping with him didn’t mean that I actually had to do it, right? I would know that I’d committed the ultimate betrayal.

Maybe he’ll just jack off on me.

But even the thought of his hot cum all over my ass and pussy was enough to have me wet and aching for him.

The tip of his cock was hard and thick at my opening. I let out a moan, arching up for him.

He took me raw.

I groaned as his thick, hard length claimed my pussy, filling me all the way to the hilt.

“You’re so big.” I whimpered as that thick length pulled out. I didn’t have a second to catch my breath before he rammed into me once, twice, then pulled out.

“Forgot a condom?” My pussy ached.

“I was just getting my dick wet.”

The glove was back in my pussy, in the wetness, smearing it all over my ass.

“You’re mine, no one else’s.”

I panted as his thick cock pushed against me there, higher.

“Tell me you want my cum up your ass, Gingersnap. Tell me how much of a slut you are that you’d let the man you hate fuck your ass.” He ground against me.

“Shit,” I mewled, my sweat-soaked hair plastered to my face.

“Tell me.” He stroked my clit again.

Velcro rasped, then the gloves thumped onto the floor next to me.

He was right, though, wasn’t he?

I was the worst Murphy. I always made terrible decisions.

They already think I’m sleeping with him, my brain tried to rationalize when he rocked his cock against me.

I heard the telltale sound of a cap opening. Then oil-slick fingers were there. He held me in place as he slid one finger into my ass while I shuddered.

“What are you going to do if I say no?” I whimpered as he inserted another finger.

“I’ll jack off on your tits and call your grandmother to come get you.”

“Shit.” My hips rocked back against his hand. His fingers curled.

“I’m not giving you my cock unless you beg me for it.” He added another finger, stretching me.

The moan came out low and needy. “Take me with that big cock. Make me feel every inch. Fill me with your hot cum. You know I’m a little slut for it. It tasted so good. Now I want it in me.”

“Fuck, Gingersnap.” His fingers slid out as I groaned.

“I’m a bad girl, and I’ll kneel here for you, cum dripping out of me until you’re done fucking me, then I’ll lick it up.”

The thick head of his cock pushed at my opening.

“Use me,” I begged. The hating myself would come later.

I’d done this before—hello, poor decision-maker with abandonment issues. But never with a man with a cock as thick and huge as Anderson’s.

I saw Christmas lights as he pushed into me inch by thick, unrelenting inch.

“You’re gonna take all of me, aren’t you?” His hand came down hard to slap my ass. Then in one move, he thrust the rest of the way into me.

The breath left my body. I couldn’t even cry out.

He gave me a second to get used to him, then he was pulling out as I groaned.

“Too big for you?” He stroked my clit then thrust into my ass again as I took him to the hilt, the moan coming from deep in me.

“I like that little noise you make when you take my cock up your ass,” the deep voice growled as I let out a little whimper. “Your ass is so fucking tight.” He thrust into me again. “It feels even better than your pussy.”

Then he was fucking me, rutting in me, his balls slapping against my ass, the zipper of his pants scraping my thighs as he filled me.

I cried his name as he took me, my elbows shaking, hips aching, the insane pleasure building deep inside me.

Anderson shifted. One hand grabbed my neck, pressing my face down into the concrete floor, my ass in the air just for him.

He fucked me wildly, like he’d been waiting years for this.

“Take it. Take my huge cock,” he snarled.

I’d never been fucked like that, not in my pussy and certainly not up my ass.

His huge cock filled me, dominated me, made me his.

“You like that, don’t you?” he hissed in my ear, jerking my head. “You like a cock in your ass.”

His hand moved to my clit, stroking me as the thrusts got more erratic.

“Please,” I said as he rammed into me. “I want your hot cum in my—”

Suddenly, I was gushing on his hand, coming around his cock.

He pounded into me, drawing it out. I moaned as he bucked into me, hard, then he was spilling thick, hot cum up my ass. I clenched around him, milking his cock in me, filling me up.

He half collapsed on me for a moment, pressing hot kisses on my rapidly cooling skin.

I whimpered as he pulled out.

“You.” He slapped my ass. “Are the best fuck I have ever had.”

“Hate fucks are the best fucks,” I slurred. “I can almost forgive you for ruining my Christmas after that.”

“You did like my cock up your ass, didn’t you? I could have fucked you on the floor that night in the study, and you would have taken my cum just like this.” He sounded almost mesmerized.

Then he scooped me up, and my arms looped around his neck.

My foot banged on a lamp as he brought my legs up around his waist. My nails scraped in his hair, and my nose bumped his as I kissed him.

He thumped me against a nearby wall, the rough plaster digging into my bare back.

I heard a condom packet rip as he sucked on my breast, teeth nipping the soft skin.

“You want my cock in your pussy, don’t you?”

I arched against him, then he thrust into me, fucking me against the wall.

“I hate you so fucking much, Evie Murphy,” he snarled into my ear as he jackhammered into me. “You and your whole fucking family.” He thrust into me, his cock hitting my clit. “You ruined my fucking life. And here you are, my cum dripping out of your ass, all over my fucking floor.” He kissed me hard. “You gonna come for me, Evie? You gonna let me come in your tight little cunt?”

I bit down on his ear. “Your cock feels so good in my pussy. I want to come. I need to come,” I begged as he pounded into me.

Then I was shuddering my orgasm, pussy clenching on his cock.

Not him.

“You always make me so wet. Fuck, Evie.” He adjusted the angle so he could really fuck me, hitting that perfect spot deep inside me.

“Come on. I know you can come again. I know how much of a little slut you are.”

I hissed, twisting against him, the pleasure excruciating.

When he put his mouth on my tits again, I was done. I cried out, a gushing mess coming all over him. He grunted, spilling into the condom as he pounded into me.

He kissed me as he drew out of me.

My legs trembled as I sank onto the floor, still trying to catch my breath. In my blurry vision, his heavy black boots walked away from me as he went to toss the condom.

I had never ever in my life been fucked like that. I’d done some dumb shit, but I’d never had anal with a guy when the only scraps of information I had about him were all bad news.

Anderson came back, tossing a wet towel at me. “Clean up. You’re dripping cum and your pussy juices all over my floor.”

“Ah yes,” I said, wiping myself off quickly. “Your beautiful dirty concrete floor. Wouldn’t want to mess that up.”

He reached down to squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple.

“I see now why my birth mom threw away her entire future just to fuck the wrong man,” I quipped.

“That’s real dark for the holidays, Gingersnap.” A fridge door slammed.

Anderson sat down in a worn leather chair a few feet away from me, beer in hand. He did that boot trick with the bottle cap and sipped the drink while he watched me slowly drag myself upright.

“Such a gentleman.”

“I like watching my handiwork.” He smirked, taking another long pull of the beer.

Before I could stop them, the words tumbled out. “We could—”

“What?”

Stay, get married, fall in love…

“Get the big reveal ready,” I finished lamely.

“I have actual work to do, you know,” he said, reaching for his laptop. Instead of opening it, he tracked me with his eyes as I pulled on my skirt, struggled to stuff my boobs into my bra, which had technically been too small when I bought it, found my sweater, and padded around the room, looking for my panties.

“Want this?” He held up the scrap of lacy thong, twirling it around on his finger.

I straddled his knee. “Give it back.”

He pressed the fabric to his face then handed it back to me.

I felt awkward putting them on in front of him, so I just stuffed them into my skirt pocket.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Leaving,” I snapped at him.

“I don’t want you walking out of here with no panties on.” His face was dark.

Making a big show of it, I pulled the panties out of my pocket, took aim, and let them sail across the room to hit him in the chest.

“Have fun jacking off by yourself, loser.”

“Evie.” He had shifted forward in his seat like he was going to stand up.

I turned, my back against the door.

Don’t run to him, I ordered myself. Have some sense of self-respect.

I was about to move out of the shithole that was my life. This was a new dawn for Evie Murphy. Shoot, I might get a bedroom.

“Girls who do anal on the first date don’t stick around, asshole. I’m not cooking you breakfast in the morning.”

He grinned slyly. “You will if I show up.”

The party was winding down.

No one seemed to have noticed I was gone. I slipped back inside and pulled on my apron. I felt fucked—like fucked and satisfied but also fucked like Oh fuck! because that had been the hottest thing I’d ever done, and also fucked because, well, Sawyer had been right.

All the hormones and pheromones and the feel of that huge, muscular body all around me had my attachment issues planning a holiday wedding.

“This always happens,” I reminded myself.

I dumped dish soap into the sink and started scrubbing pans.

“He doesn’t love you. He hates you. Said so himself.” I flipped over the pan. “Get it together, Evie Murphy.”

“You were getting fucked by him, weren’t you?”

I yelped. The dish soap dropped into the sink.

Braeden was right there.

“You’re a horny little girl who can’t even stay at my engagement party for an hour before you run off to be a pussy pocket for that murderer.”

“Shut up, Braeden. I’m busy. Go away.”

He grabbed my hips.

“If this is you being jealous, you trying to send me a message, trying to win me back, it’s working, Evie.”

I pushed off his hands, but he just laughed.

“You can be my little puck bunny after the game tomorrow.”