His Christmas List: – Naughty Stories For Your Stocking
His Christmas List: THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL: Chapter 4

I lie in the semi-dark bedroom as my mind wanders. Morning has come, along with some stark realities.

Last night was perfect….. better than perfect.

It was the best date I’ve ever been on.

My eyes roam over the dreamy man sleeping next to me, the white sheet covering his body as he lies on his back. Brown hair, dark tanned skin, and muscles for miles.

So different to anyone I’ve ever met before and yet, somehow so familiar.

I like him, I mean, I really like him. Our connection is just so easy and fun. And I know it’s all about sex and probably doesn’t mean it’s going to turn into anything long term but what has scared me the most is the realization that I don’t have these feelings with Rodney. As much as I thought I wanted us to be back together, I realize now that he was right.

Our relationship had run its course, it was a childhood love built on comfort and familiarity.

Dylan told me that he broke up with his girlfriend because he loved her for the wrong reason.

She was his safe place.

I think back to when Rodney and I broke up and although he never said those exact words, I see now that he meant them.

Hell.

I’ve been such a fool.

Holding onto a relationship because I thought we belonged together. Regret swims deep in my stomach, I’ve put myself through heartbreak, let past feelings put me in an emotional prison.

Dylan stretches and his eyes flutter open, and I smile at his beautiful cheeky face. “Morning.”

He leans forward and kisses my shoulder, his sleepy eyes still closed.

“Do you want some breakfast?” I ask him.

He smiles and slides his hand down to between my legs, “I’ve got it right here.”

“Behave.” I giggle as I inch back from him. “I want to get to know you better.”

“You know my dick.” He grabs for me again.

And how incredible it is.

“What are your plans today?” I ask him, I want us to build on the relationship part of us, I already know the sex part is perfect.

“I have the day off.”

“Ahh,” I smile. “I have a few hours off this morning, you can be my assistant and help me.”

“Help you what?”

“Put the last of my Christmas decorations up.”

He sits up abruptly, “I…yeah, no.”

“No?”

“I’m not….” He pauses as if thinking of the right words, “I’m not much of a Christmas fan.”

I frown, “What?”

He gets out of bed and disappears down the hall to the bathroom.

“What do you mean?” I ask as I follow him, I stand at the open door and lean on the door jamb. “You don’t like Christmas?”

He shrugs as he goes. “Not really.”

Confusion fills me, “Since when?”

“Since always.” He finishes up and washes his hands and then walks past me out of the bathroom, I follow him up the hall like a puppy.

Everyone likes Christmas.

He goes back into the bedroom and throws on his T-shirt and as I watch on, he grabs his jeans and pulls them on too. “I’ll let you get to it.”

“Dylan.” I frown.

“It’s fine, babe.” He kisses me quickly, “You do your Christmas thing, and I’ll catch up with you later.” He walks toward the front door.

“What?” My face falls, “Are you going?”

He keeps walking toward the door.

“Dylan?”

He turns back and seeing my disappointed face, must feel guilty. “I’ll see you tonight?” He kisses me softly.

Something has upset him.

“Is everything alright?” I ask.

“Everything is perfect.” He kisses me again, “I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”

“What time?”

He smiles as he pulls me closer into a hug, “Look at you, getting all demanding.”

My face falls, fuck…. I am. “Oh….”

“I like it.” He smiles. “Demand all you want, baby.”

I twist my fingers, feeling embarrassed. He’s right, I am being demanding, what the hell is wrong with me, I’m getting clingy after two nights.

He can leave whenever he wants to.

I need to chill the hell out.

“Have a good day,” I say before taking a step back from him. Just go, I need some distance. I’m way too attached to you. If I’m like this after two nights, imagine the damage he could do to my heart if I actually fell for him.

A trace of a frown crosses his brow, and I force a smile.

“I’ll be over about seven,” he says.

“Yeah…. well,” I pause, “I’m probably busy tonight,” I lie.

“Doing what?”

“I just remembered I might have to work, just call me and we can figure something out.”

His eyes hold mine.

“Okay?” I smile as I walk to the front door, I open it in a rush. “Goodbye, Dylan.”

He stands on the spot and stares at me, he’s trying to figure out what’s going on here, and I can’t tell him because I don’t even know myself.

“I don’t have your phone number,” he replies.

I close my eyes, embarrassed.

I’m clinging to a guy who doesn’t even have my phone number. What the hell is wrong with me?

“Oh… um… of course.” I walk to my handbag, dig out my phone and swipe it open. “What’s your number, I’ll text you.”

He tells me his number, and I send a text.

His phone dings in his hand, “Got it.”

“Okay.”

His eyes hold mine, “Okay.”

Emotion floods through me, damn it, why do I like him so much?

As if reading my mind, he takes me into his arms and kisses me tenderly. “Have a good day, baby.”

I nod through the lump in my throat, and we hug each other tight.

Did we just have our first fight?

He makes his way down the front steps and out to his car, and before he even gets in, I close the front door and storm down the hall and turn the shower on.

Stop it, Zoe.

Get a hold of these emotions.

Dylan

I sit on the couch and pretend to watch television; I glance at the time on my phone.

9pm.

I called Zoe two hours ago, and she hasn’t called me back yet.

What the fuck is going on?

All was fine this morning and then she just flipped a switch.

And it shouldn’t bother me because we just met…… but it does.

I’ve had a shit day.

My first day off in weeks, and I’ve been wound up like a top.

I like her more than I should.

But how can I help it? She’s perfect. My mind goes back over the last few days, the laughter, the hugs, the ridiculously good sex.

Every moment in her arms just feels…… more.

Don’t fuck this up.

I scroll through my phone and my finger hovers over her name, “Call me back,” I snap. I march to the refrigerator and grab a beer and pace as I drink it. If I call her back, I look needy.

If I don’t call her back, I don’t seem invested, but if I do call her back, I seem stalkerish. There’s no win in this situation; I keep pacing.

Fuck it, I am stalking her.

I dial her number and wait on the line, ring, ring. Ring, ring.

“Dylan,” she answers.

It’s loud, I can hear that she’s in a club or something and I frown, “Hi.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you back yet,” she apologizes, I can tell she’s been drinking. “I’ve been busy.”

My angry heartbeat sounds in my ears, “It’s fine.” But it’s not, she’s out and not calling me back, I can take a hint. “I can hear that you’re out, I’ll let you go,” I snap, annoyed.

“Don’t go,” she says softly.

Silence hangs on the line between us.

What the fuck is going on, she doesn’t call me but then doesn’t want me to go.

I can’t hold it any longer, “What are you doing, Zoe?” I snap.

“I’m at the Roxy.”

“With who?”

“My girlfriends.”

I drag my hand down my face in frustration, I get the feeling that something else is going on, something involving me.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” she says, the line goes dead.

What?

I tip my head back and scull my beer, fuck tomorrow.

I want answers now.

I storm into the Roxy and walk through the interconnecting bars. This club isn’t new to me, I’ve been here many times before. Never looked for one specific person like this though.

What the fuck is she playing at?

I go through the main bar, into the sports area and then onto the Karaoke lounge, there’s a different kind of crowd here tonight. Everyone looks like they have come straight from work and my eyes roam over every corner as I search.

Where is she?

I go up the staircase and come to the cocktail bar, and I see her, she’s sitting at the end of the bar alone, she looks preoccupied while drinking a Margarita.

What the hell?

I walk over and sit on the stool beside her, “Hi.”

She looks up surprised, “Dylan.”

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping myself busy.”

“Why?”

Her eyes hold mine and she shrugs, her eyes betray her and show me all the emotion she isn’t saying.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She sips her drink as she acts casual.

“You are here to stop yourself from thinking about what, Zoe?” I snap in frustration.

“You, Dylan.”

“Why don’t you want to think about me?”

“Because you are too fucking perfect and it’s freaking me out,” she spits. “And I can’t like you this much after we met like two minutes ago because that would make me completely fucking pathetic.”

“Calm down.”

“Calm down,” she gasps. “How the hell can I calm down? she whispers angrily.

I feel that slow throb between my legs, the one I get every time she is near. My eyes drop to her lips and my cock swells in anticipation. “It’s you who is perfect, Zoe,” I whisper, I lean in and take her lips with mine, my tongue slides into her mouth, and I get a rush of arousal. We kiss for a moment, right here in the bar for all to see. Until I can’t see straight any longer. “This way.” I take her hand and lead her through the club, I need her.

Now.

We walk down the corridor, and I open the staff bathroom and push her in. “You’re about to be punished.”

“For what?”

“You fucking call me when you say you will,” I demand.

Her eyes widen.

“Now, get on my cock, where you belong.” I slam her up against the wall as we kiss like animals, I unzip my jeans and slip her panties to the side and slide my hard length through her wet lips. “You need me.” I keep teasing her with my cock, back and forth, back and forth. She’s swollen and wet. Waiting for what I can give her. “Admit it, you need me, Zoe.” I tease her some more as I feel her creamy body craving mine.

“I know. I do.” She kisses me softly; her hands are in my hair.

“I’m right fucking here. Take me.” I hold her legs back and slam in deep, pinning her to the wall.

“Dylan,” she whimpers as she feels the burn. “Oh god, it’s so good.”

I begin to ride her, hard and fast as we stare at each other.

Lust takes over, but every slap of our skin brings an undercurrent of emotion closer to the surface.

I need you too.