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

“I want to ride you like I rode your bike.” Evie wrapped her arms around my waist, beaming up at me as we strolled down Main Street.

I let her kiss me before taking back control.

“That’s what I walked out of my mom’s holiday party for.”

“I wish I could have seen that.”

“It was pretty epic!” Evie said cheerfully.

I set the helmet on her head then got on the bike, Snowball tucked into my jacket.

Evie’s arms came around my waist, squeezing me tight, then lower.

“I told you, not while I’m driving.” I slapped at her hands.

“I’ll do it when I’m driving!”

“You will never drive this motorcycle.”

I grabbed her thigh, caressing her, then pulled the throttle, sending the bike roaring down Main Street.

When we arrived at the field office, the snow had let up.

I slow-clapped as Evie managed to make it off the bike without falling over.

She took a bow. “I’m ready to open my present.” She was giddy as I unlocked the door.

She dragged me down by the front of my jacket.

“Hurry down my chimney, Santa baby.”

I ripped off my helmet and threw it onto the floor, then I was on her.

“That’s why I want the bad boy,” she murmured, “not some boring corporate finance guy.”

She stripped off her sweater while I pulled off my heavy motorcycle jacket. Then I was on her tits, burying my face in her ample chest, making her whimper as I took a nipple into my mouth.

“What would you have done without me?” I nipped her ear.

“You think I can’t get off without you, bad boy?” She dug her nails into my neck, making me hiss.

I ran my hands down her soft skin as she slid her skirt down.

“Nuh-uh.” She wagged her finger at me as she slid her panties down.

“How many Christmas-themed pairs of underwear to you even own?” I unzipped my pants, my cock already rock hard for her.

“These…” She kicked off the panties. “Are swimsuit bottoms.” Then she sank down and straddled the helmet.

“What the fuck?”

She ground her pussy against it, moaning like she was riding my face. Which I guessed she sort of was.

“See?” Her voice had this high-pitched, breathy tone. “I didn’t really need you to get off.” Her legs spread wider as she rubbed her clit and pussy all over my helmet.

I stepped behind her. Her ass was in the air as she leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the couch so she could really rock her clit against the smooth plastic.

“You’re fucking with me,” I growled, grabbing her hips.

“Just your helmet.”

Spreading her pussy lips, I slammed my raw cock into her cunt, fucking her as she ground her clit against the motorcycle helmet.

It felt so good to be in her without a condom. I needed to either get one or recalibrate. Otherwise, we might be making another major life-altering decision.

She groaned as I pulled out. “I need to feel your cum in me.”

I grabbed the bottle of lube I’d used the other night and popped the cap.

“You know just what I like, Santa.” Her eyelashes fluttered as my oil-slick cock poked at her ass.

I slapped her ass hard, making her jump. “Don’t call me that.”

“But you’re about to send good things down my chimney.”

I cut off whatever crazy thing she was going to say next when I slid my huge cock into her ass. She arched up against me while bearing down on the helmet, legs spread as wide as they could go, coaxing me in.

“Shit,” she gasped as I slid out again, the motion making her clit rub against the smooth plastic helmet. “I forgot how huge you were.”

As my thick cock filled her again, I ground her against the helmet, then she was coming all over it as my cock slid into her ass to the hilt.

Still in her, I pulled her up by the hips. She grabbed the helmet for leverage as I took her ass, jackhammering into her, my balls slapping against her as I made her feel every thick inch of me.

“Still think you’re about to have a wholesome Christmas?” I grunted as I took her ass while she jerked as I fucked her.

“I’m gonna have a—” She let out a loud cry. “A very—”

I slammed into her again.

“Merry—”

I grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it as I buried my cock in her.

“Christmas!”

I felt her orgasm around me, then I was coming in her, spilling every drop—the pent-up anger, the stress, and above all, how much I loved her.

I pulled out of her, spun her around, wrapped her in my arms, and carried her the two steps to the couch, kissing her and telling her, “I love you. I can’t live without you. I need you. Don’t ever leave me.”

She straddled me on the couch and kissed my mouth, nipping it. “I love you, Anderson, and if you keep giving that kind of performance, you’re going to have me showing up in your bed whether you expected me or not.”

With two fingers, I stroked her still-swollen clit. “I want to make you come again,” I murmured against her mouth.

A condom packet ripped.

She straddled me and didn’t even have to prepare, just sank her tight little pussy down onto my thick length.

My hands came up to cup her tits, squeezing her nipples.

As she balanced on my arms, I held her upright so I could thrust my huge cock up into her pussy.

“I love you.” I thrust up into her. “I love you, Evie.” I felt it as we connected.

She leaned forward, our chins bumping, and kissed me as I made love to her slowly, powerfully.

I didn’t want it to ever end.

Her hand came up to cup my head. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

“And I really—” She rocked her clit against my cock as I slid out of her. “Really love you in my pussy.”

My hands dug into her ass, then I was shuddering in her as she came around my cock.

Evie collapsed onto my chest, red-and-white-striped fingernails tracing the tattoos there.

“I need to get one of your name.” I kissed her hair.

“Now who’s making impulsive, crazy decisions?” She nuzzled me under my chin. “The fastest way to doom a relationship is to get a tattoo.”

She rolled over onto her side and pointed at a rose tattoo on her hip. “I’ve replaced several names there already.”

I slapped her lightly on the side. “I should have gotten you a tattoo removal for Christmas.”

“As soon as I get my first ungarnished paycheck from my yet-materialized job, I’m getting ‘Anderson wuz hur’ tattooed on my ass.”

“Please don’t.”

“Mr. I Covered Myself With Shitty Tattoos has opinions!” She opened one eye and grinned at me.

I kissed her roughly then softer.

“We can’t both make the same fuckups, Gingersnap. We need to balance each other out.”

“You really don’t hate me?” she whispered.

I trailed my fingers up and down her arms. “You’re terrible at blackmailing, Evie Murphy.”

“You were going to run away to Idaho.”

“After I licked my wounds, I would have come back. I didn’t really want to believe I’d lost you.”

“You weren’t giving up?”

I kissed her nose. “I had some light stalking planned. You know, leaving notes and flowers in the box you were going to live in under the bridge.”

She grinned. “I knew it!”

“You didn’t know anything.”

“You are a good person,” she crowed. “Even Snowball likes you. Shit, Snowball!” she yelped, sitting up.

I grunted when her knee dug into my side.

“Spoke too soon.” Evie made a face as she saw the dog gnawing on the fridge.

“She wants her present.”

“You got Snowball a present?” Evie squealed, then she was all over me, kissing me.

Cradling her in my arms, I stood up from the couch, not wanting to let her go. But I had to set her down to open the fridge.

Evie wrapped a gray military blanket around herself.

“Can you handle this, Snowball?” I asked when I pulled a huge bone out of the fridge.

The dog spun in crazy circles as I set it on the floor for her.

“It’s almost as big as she is!” Evie exclaimed.

Snowball did her damnedest to pick the bone up, tipping to one side as she made a wavering path to the little Christmas tree.

“Prezzies!” Evie clapped her hands as I handed her a little brown wrapped package. She carefully untied the string.

For a second, I wished I’d gotten her something else, anything else, but then her face lit up.

“A train.” Her eyes melted as she looked up at me. She made a heart with her hands. “You made this.”

“Refurbished it.”

“There’s me and Snowball!” She pointed at the little figures in the cab of the locomotive. “It’s so perfect.” She kissed my chest.

I set the train on the little track that ran around the miniature Christmas tree. It let out a shrill whistle.

Evie clapped her hands in delight.

Snowball looked up from chewing on her bone.

“I’ll make you a whole village when we have our farmhouse,” I promised.

“I love it!” She was mesmerized as the train went round and round on its little track. “We’re really going to do it, aren’t we?” She grabbed my hand. “We’re really together forever.”

I leaned in and kissed her, needing her to know how much I wanted forever. “You already tried to get rid of me a few times,” I reminded her, “and it didn’t stick.”

She made a face.

“What?”

“I wish I’d gotten you something nicer. Actually, disregard my present. Sawyer was right. I miscalculated.”

“Now I want it.” I grabbed the soft package and tore into the wrapping paper, ignoring Evie’s protests.

“It matches your eyes.” Evie grimaced when I pulled out the soft scarf.

I draped it around my neck. “Gray’s my favorite color.”

“I think that’s my line.”

I was about to convince her to come on my face when her phone went off, blaring with the “Jingle Bells” ringtone.

“Ignore it.”

She grabbed the phone while I peppered kisses down her back.

“Ooh! We’re going to go throw a Christmas lunch.”

“For the Murphys.” My voice was flat.

Evie winced. “Not all of them—the cool people. A small lunch, like ten folks.”

“With your family? I doubt it.”