His Christmas List: – Naughty Stories For Your Stocking
His Christmas List: YOU WISH: Chapter 5

Orange and red flicker as the flames dance high.

I take a sip of the red wine, but unlike last night, this one is cold.

Empty and alone.

I came to Aspen to replace my mother. I didn’t replace her, but I did replace the feeling I’ve been searching for, and no matter how shitty I feel right now, at least I have a new bar to beat.

That’s how it’s supposed to feel.

Exciting and fun, warm and fuzzy. Sacred and hot.

Even though I know it was theoretically none of those things, at the time it felt like it was.

I’m in the bar at my hotel, drowning my sorrows. The Little Nel sure knows how to impress. I’m looking out over the white mountains and watching the skiers come down at speed.

My mind goes back to our conversation. “I hate skiers.”

“I ski.”

“Of course you do.” I roll my eyes. “Reason two hundred why I should have murdered you in the woods.”

I smile into my drink at the memory before my circumstances bump me back to reality.

Where did she move to?

It took me nine months to replace her address… and now she’s gone before I even got the chance to meet her.

I get a lump in my throat at the thought of never replaceing her or getting the closure I need.

Maybe it’s a blessing.

The waiter walks over to my table and puts down a glass. “One of your favorites, I believe, ma’am.” I look down to see a glass of mulled wine, and I look back up at him in question. “Compliments of your friend.”

“Huh?” I look around to see Aaron sitting by the window. He gives me a slow, sexy smile and holds his glass of mulled wine up in a silent toast. A broad smile crosses my face. “You…”

He makes his way over and bends and kisses my cheek. “Hi.”

“Hi. What are you doing here?”

“About to drink mulled wine with my girl.” He sits down opposite me.

His girl…

“I thought you’d be conferencing tonight?”

“Yours is the only conference I want to attend.”

I give him a sad smile.

“I’m taking it that today didn’t go so well?” he asks.

“She’s gone.”

He frowns in question. “Gone?”

“She’s already moved house with no forwarding address.”

“Hmm.” His eyebrows flick up. “Not great news.”

We sit in silence for a beat.

“How did your speech go?”

“I would say” he curls his lip, “below average.”

I giggle. “Why?”

“Meh, I was off my game.” He shrugs. “Being ridden for three hundred miles all night will do that for you.”

I laugh out loud in surprise. “Three hundred miles?”

“At least.” He smirks, his eyes twinkling with a certain something. “You know what you need to do now to make it up to me?”

I feel my mood lifting by the second. “What’s that?”

“You need to show me around Aspen, and we need to try every mulled wine in every bar we see.”

“I can do that.” I smile.

He taps his lap. “Come here.”

I glance around the hotel bar. “People are here.”

“I don’t care.” He taps his lap again. “I need a hug.”

I smile. He doesn’t need a hug, but he knows I need a hug. I get up and go and sit on his lap, and he curls his arms around me. He’s warm and big and feels safe. “That’s better.” He sighs into me.

“People are looking at us,” I whisper.

“Let’s take our clothes off and give them something to look at.” He kisses my temple. I laugh and he does too, and just like that, everything in the world feels right again.

In what has become somewhat of a tradition between us, my clothes are off and I’m thrown back onto the bed. In slow motion he undresses, with his dark eyes locked on mine he takes his top off over his head, then slides down his jeans. Naked and beautiful, he gives himself three long strokes. His thick cock is hard and weeping with pre-ejaculate. He bends and kisses my neck, and I turn my head to see every vein on his engorged cock.

He rises above me and straddles my stomach, his hard cock resting just above my navel, and he starts to rock himself onto me.

Dear lord.

How is he so fucking hot?

Transfixed, I watch as his muscles ripple as he moves, his dark, wanting eyes watching me as the pumps get higher and higher until he’s over my face, teasing my mouth with his cock.

“You want this?” he whispers.

“You know I do.”

He holds himself and smears the pre-ejaculate across my lips and then slides himself so far down my throat that I gag.

He smiles down at me as I struggle to take him. He slides out and then back in. I gag again. “You’re too big,” I whisper.

“Shut up and fucking take it,” he growls.

The only sounds through the room are the moans that are coming out of him. Husky and deep, filled with desire.

His breath is quivering as if he’s trying to control himself. He gets faster and we fall into a rhythm. I’ve never really liked giving head before, but with the way he is looking down at me in awe, it may be my new favorite thing.

He tenderly cups my face as we stare at each other, and this moment between us feels special.

Don’t ask me how, but it does.

“I need you,” he whispers.

“Then take me.”

He pulls out, and in one fell movement I am lifted onto my knees and he is behind me. He slams deep inside my body and I smile into my pillow.

Here we go.

I hear the fire click on and the electric blinds slowly begin to open. The coffee machine buzzes, and I smile sleepily into my pillow.

Waking up in Aspen isn’t so bad, especially with the company I’m keeping. Last night was perfect… he is perfect.

I lie still, waiting for him to wake me… hopefully in a nicer manner than yesterday.

I hear something being put down on the side table and the bed dips as he sits beside me on the edge. His lips go to my ear. “I made you coffee, Em,” he whispers as he kisses my cheek. “Good morning.”

I smile and wrap my arms around him. “Good morning.” He gets back under the blankets and pulls my head onto his chest.

“I have an idea.” He kisses my forehead.

“I know what positions your ideas get me into,” I whisper sleepily.

“Let’s stay longer.”

“What?” I pull back to look at his face.

“Fuck it. Let’s just stay another two days. We can fly home Wednesday.”

“What about work?” I frown.

“Blame it on the weather, and if it’s absolutely necessary, we can work remotely from here.” He rolls over me onto my back and kisses my neck as he tries to persuade me. “Come on.” He bites me as I giggle and squirm to try and escape him. “I know you want to,” he continues as he bites me again, and I laugh out loud. “We’re in Aspen; we didn’t even get to look around yet.” He kisses my neck. “Three more nights would be perfect.”

It really would.

“I don’t know if I can.”

He reaches over and grabs my phone and passes it to me. “Call in to work.” He gets up. “Drink your coffee, and then I’m taking you out for breakfast.” He taps me on the nose and disappears into the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on and then he pokes his head around the doorframe. “I’m having a shower and then I’m going to go downstairs to reception and extend our stay.”

I flop back onto my pillow and smile up at the ceiling. Things are going very, very well. I think over the last forty-eight hours and what a wonderful whirlwind it has been.

He’s right. I’m going to call in to work, fuck it.

I mean, how many chances in a lifetime do you get to have a romantic getaway in Aspen… with a god.

I begin to scroll through the numbers on my phone when I see his light up on the side table. Did he already call work? I pick it up and see a text has just come in from an Amanda.

My heart drops. Oh my god…

He’s with someone.

I put my hand over my mouth in horror.

Oh, no.

My stomach rolls in disgust… she’s at home waiting for him and he’s here with me, trying to extend our stay.

Fucking douchebag.

I hear the shower turn off and I quickly put his phone down and climb out of bed. I begin to pace back and forth.

What do I do?

He appears with a white towel wrapped around his waist. “How did you go with work?”

“I can’t stay, I have a meeting I have to go to tomorrow,” I lie.

His face falls.

“Maybe some other time.” I force a smile.

“I’m going to hold you to that.” He takes me into his arms and leans in for a kiss. I dodge it and lean back from him. “I’m going to jump in the shower.” I walk into the bathroom. “Go down and extend your stay; don’t miss sight-seeing because of me,” I call.

“It won’t be the same without you,” he calls back.

I roll my eyes in disgust. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll replace someone to fill my spot within the hour.

I hear the door close and I shower in record time and run out and pack my suitcase.

I need to get out of here as fast as fucking possible.

I throw things in double speed. I pull my hair up and brush my teeth.

How could he?

I call down to reception. “Hello, can I order a car, please?”

“Sure thing, where are you going to?”

“The airport.”

Aaron

I walk down the hall to reception and I feel like I am walking on air.

What a fucking night.

“Hello.” I smile at the attendant.

“Good morning.”

“Yesterday, when I arrived, I organized to extend room 312 until Wednesday.”

“Yes.”

“Unfortunately, we can no longer stay. Can I change the extra days until another time, please?”

“Sure thing.” He types into his computer and reads the notes. “Oh, yes, you paid in full. When were you thinking?”

Umm… we could come back in a month to celebrate our meeting. “Next month, say four weeks from now.”

“Sure. What days would you like, sir?”

“Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night.”

“Of course.”

“Can I book the same room that we are in now?” I give a lopsided smile.

Sentimental is not my style. What the hell is going on here?

“Of course, sir.” The attendant types in the details. “The confirmation has been sent to your email.”

“Thank you.” I look around. “Where do I get a takeaway muffin?”

“In the restaurant, sir.”

“Thanks.” I make my way into the restaurant and up to the counter. “Can I have two cappuccinos, please?”

She gets to making our coffees and I replace myself smiling and staring into space as I go over the last two days.

This girl

Finally, I collect the coffees and make my way up to the room. I walk in and replace Emma fully dressed, standing beside her packed suitcase. “Hey.” I look around the room. “What are you doing?”

“My flight’s been changed, I have to leave early.”

“What, now?”

“Yeah.” She gives me a sad smile.

“Give me two minutes and I’ll come with you.”

“Don’t be silly. There’s no use in you sitting around the airport all day when your flight isn’t until this afternoon. You stay here as long as you can.” She kisses me quickly. “I’ll see you later.”

“What?” I grab her hand and pull her back to me and we come face-to-face. “When will I see you again?”

She shrugs. “Call me and we’ll work something out.”

I pull her into my arms and kiss her big, beautiful lips. “Keep next weekend free. I’ve got plans for us.”

Her eyes search mine. “Okay.”

“But first I’m going to need your number.” I smirk. “I know everything about your body, just not your number.”

“You wish,” she fires back.

I take out my phone, open it, and pass it to her. “Put your number in and send yourself a message so you have mine.”

She types away and passes my phone back to me, and again her eyes search mine. “Goodbye, Aaron.”

“Goodbye, Emma.” I smile down at her, but she drags her gaze away.

She seems different.

I put my finger under her chin and lift her face to meet mine. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She smiles sadly. “I just hate goodbyes.”

“It’s not goodbye, it’s an I’ll see you soon. Call me when you land.” I hold her cheek in my hand as I take her lips in mine. Our kiss is soft and slow.

Intimate.

Perfect, like her.

Then, just as quickly as she came into my life, she turns and walks out the door.

6 p.m.

I sit at the airport and glance at my watch. Emma would have landed by now.

Why hasn’t she called?

I scroll through my phone.

Emma You Wish

I chuckle when I see what she’s saved her number as, and then I send her a text.

I stuff my phone back into my pocket and sit back with a satisfied smile.

I’m not even joking; I had the best weekend of my life.

Emma

Kara blinks as she processes what I’m telling her. “What do you mean, he has a girlfriend?” She sucks on the straw of her oversized Coke. We are in Mc Donald’s, downing Big Macs as we dissect my fucked-up love life.

“We had the most incredible weekend, and I’m not even joking you, I was seeing white picket fences. Then he was in the shower and Amanda texted him.”

“Who’s Amanda?”

“I’m assuming the girlfriend” I shrug, “saying that he must be deep in conference mode and why didn’t he call her last night.”

“Hmm.”

“I mean, you don’t message someone and ask why they didn’t call you last night unless you are seeing them. Right?”

“What did the girls at the airport say about him again?”

“That he went to a conference and hooked up with someone and came home and left his girlfriend for her.”

“So it’s a pattern.” She takes a bite as she listens. “Like a serial killer, only with sex.”

“Exactly, only this time I’m the new hookup.”

“Maybe that relationship was doomed anyway.”

“Whatever.” I shove a handful of fries into my mouth. “I’m not being the side chick.”

“So you want to be the main chick?” She frowns.

“I’m being no chick of his at all. He can go fuck himself, that’s what I want.”

We eat in silence for a bit.

“So what are the next steps with replaceing Magdalene?” she asks.

“I don’t know.” I sigh. “Maybe it’s the universe telling me to drop it.”

“Maybe.”

We keep eating and my mind wanders back to him. No matter how many times I’ve tried to stop thinking about him today, I can’t help myself. “The shitty thing is that I really liked him.”

“Sounds as if every woman he meets likes him.”

“Damn it, I hate that players play so well.”

“Same.” She touches her Big Mac to mine in a cheers symbol. “Fuck ’em all.”

Aaron

It’s 9 p.m. and I check my phone again. Why hasn’t she called me?

Ugh… Playing hard to get, probably.

I dial her number. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring… An automated message plays.

You’ve reached voicemail. Please leave a message after the tone.

“Hi, Em.” I smile. “I hope you got home safe. I landed about an hour ago. Heading to bed now, so call me tomorrow.” I stay on the line, wondering what to say next. “I guess I’ll… speak to you then.”

Monday night.

I check my phone for the one hundredth time today. “Why the fuck hasn’t she called me back?”

I’m beginning to get pissed now.

Who does she think she is?

I dial her number. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring… The same automated message replies again.

You’ve reached voicemail. Please leave a message after the tone.

I hang up without leaving a message.

What the fuck is she playing at?

Maybe she lost her phone? Hmm. I search for her on Instagram.

Nothing…

I search for her on Facebook.

Nothing…

That’s so weird, I know she has Instagram because I saw her on it. Why isn’t she coming up?

Where the hell is she, and why isn’t she answering my calls?

Wednesday Night.

Four days.

For four fucking days I have been chasing her down.

Not a word from her.

Did we or did we not have the best weekend in history, or did I imagine the entire fucking thing?

I’m livid, and so help me if she doesn’t answer her phone tonight, I’m going postal. I dial her number. Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring…

“Hello,” a man answers.

Surprised, I frown. “Who is this?”

“Tom.”

“Hello, Tom.” I fume. “Can I speak to Emma?”

“Ain’t no Emma here.”

“Wait…” I screw up my face in question. “What do you mean? This is your phone number?”

“Last time I checked, it has been for the last twenty years.”

“So Emma isn’t there?”

“I don’t know an Emma.”

“Hmm, I must have dialed the wrong number. My apologies.” I hang up and scroll through to her number again and hit dial.

“Hello,” Tom answers again.

I inhale sharply as rage fills my every cell; she gave me the wrong number.

She gave me the wrong number… on purpose.

“Are you fucking serious?” I murmur as I do the math.

“I don’t know who you are, but screw you, man,” Tom replies before hanging up on me.

After the weekend we had, she gave me the wrong number. I can’t believe this! I stupidly thought we had something with her little Miss Innocent routine, and she’s nothing more than a horny witch who was using me for a good time.

I throw my phone in rage. “Fucking bitch.”