My Holiday Secret: A Romantic Comedy, page 3
“I’m OK. It’s just been—” Abby wiped the sweat from her eyes and put her hand to her chest, trying to slow her pounding heart. “Fuck. Are you trying to kill me with orgasms?”
“You’ve discovered my dark secret. I’m a sex serial killer.” I laughed, dragging my forearm across my beard. I kicked the door open a little further. Between the car’s defroster and our rising body heat it was a fucking sauna in my Mustang. I lay on top of her, mixing my sweat with her own. After a series of kisses, I looked at her and smirked. “It’s been awhile, huh?”
“That is literally the last thing I want to talk about with a complete stranger.” She smirked at me defiantly for a moment, then wilted with an exasperated sigh. Her brows furrowed as an old worry crept into her head. I was willing to bet it was an old boyfriend.
“I wouldn’t call you a stranger after making you come like that.”
“No?” Abby’s mischievous smile curled one side of her lips. Wherever she just went to in her head she was back now. She ran a finger between my pecks. “What, pray tell, would you call me?”
“One hell of a good way to end an evening,” I said quietly in her ear. The deepness of my voice made her quiver. I felt her little earthquakes all down her stomach through my opened jeans. It made my cock rock hard and stretch painfully against my boxers. I bit into her jaw just as they were subsided and added, “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you.”
Her hand slipped between my boxers and my jeans. She grabbed my cock and squeezed. “Who said I wanted easy?”
I gave her a bemused grunt and tore off one of her boots, then slid that half’s leggings off so I could actually spread her. I was packing heavy artillery and needed as much room as possible. Abby might’ve been running from something, but I didn’t care. This was the most fun I’d had in as far as I could remember. If she wanted a ride, I’d sure as hell give her one.
“Jesus.” Abby freed my cock a second later. It slapped against her stomach, and from stem to tip it easily passed her belly button. I watched her eyes light up when she saw and felt how big it was.
“You want to amend your statement?” I asked, not bothering to keep the smugness out of my voice.
“Is that even legal?” She chuckled nervously. It had been awhile since she got laid.
“I had to register it as a lethal weapon.” I twisted behind me and grabbed my jacket from the parking lot. I pulled out, opened and unrolled a condom I always kept in the pocket. “I’m licensed to carry in every state, but Florida.”
“Fuck…” Abby said in wonder as she wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly began to stroke me. “Their loss.”
I started slow, spreading her pink pussy’s petals with my hand. God damn she was still soaked! I dragged my fat head over her slick opening, toying and threatening her, then I pushed in gently at first. She was warmed up, but I didn’t want to break her.
I’ve always had a massive cock, and I learned pretty early on that if I’m not careful or the girl is just too tight, then I might accidently hurt her. As I pushed in, I realized that Abby was tight.
Even with a condom on she still felt incredible. After a few slow thrusts she told me I could go faster and even a little deeper. She gasped and shifted, but soon enough–and to my surprise—she took every throbbing inch of me!
“Fucking hell...” I swallowed hard, feeling her walls strangle my thick cock. My head began to flutter. I’d never met a girl who could actually handle me. “Are you all right?”
“I think so.” She was breathing heavily, and obviously enjoying the stunned look on my face.
I started picking up speed. My balls slapped against her as I bottomed out. My hungry hands found her tits, and pinched roughly at her nipples. Abby moaned louder, a huge, beautiful smile split her face. My brain became paste, I could barely even breathe, and the one thought that I bounced around my head was, Fuck. Abby was perfect.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She cried, propping herself up so that my cock hit a different angle with each thrust. Then I felt her come. She grabbed my shoulder, digging her nails into me. “Oh God…”
That kiss of pain and feeling her flex all over was too much for me. I came with her, filling the condom like a damn water balloon.
We didn’t have many options in the car so the sex was strict missionary. I had never gotten off that way before. When you fucked as often and as hard as I did, missionary just didn’t cut it. But this time… It was amazing.
I held her through all the spasms and subtle body twitches. For a few minutes all we did was breathe and exist. Being that close to Abby gave me a sense of grounding I hadn’t had in a long time.
It was weird, and probably a little silly, but I felt connected to her in a way I’d never felt with anyone else.
Don’t get sentimental, I shook the thought from my head and pulled out. Lying next to her was impossible so, exhausted, I slumped into the leg room between the front and back seats. I grabbed her thigh for support, and when I got settled she made no effort to remove it, so neither did I.
The door had mostly closed and every tinted glass surface in that car had steamed over and started to run with lines of condensation. I’d fucked in a car before, but never like that.
“Alright, that… That was impressive. You…” Abby laughed, embarrassed. “I’ve never felt that full before.”
That prompted an urge to go another round with her. Usually I needed a little more time to get back into it, but not this time. I could fuck this girl all night.
“Maybe we were made for each other—.” I squeezed her thigh. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence between us. I quickly clarified, “In a round peg, round hole sort of way.”
Abby chuckled awkwardly.
“We should go before the cops roll through and knock on my window.” I chastised myself for skirting dangerously close to something more than just a one-night-stand. The urge to get back on top of her passed us by. “I don’t think we broke any laws, but I’m not looking to find out either.”
It was time to take Abby home and call it a night.
Chapter 3
Abby
Knock, knock, knock.
“I'm awake,” I said the words reflexively, despite that being a complete and total lie. I groaned, rolling over in my old bed at my parent's house, and tried to figure out which way was up.
“Abigail?” The sweet, elderly voice of my grandmother crept out from behind my slowly opening door. “Are you alive?”
So much for privacy in my morning of shame. Home sweet home... Of all the people staying here for the holidays, at least it was my grandmother waking me up. Even if it was way too early in the morning. I sat up to greet her, but was too tangled up in my blankets and collapsed back into bed. I wiggled a hand free and scooped my glasses up off the floor.
Nonie looked just like I remembered her except her hair wasn't dyed anymore. It had settled into a natural, dignified gray. Where Jan and our mom were tall and skinny, Nonie had the same short, curvy body type that I had. We used to joke that I was really Nonie's sister, only born sixty years too late. She wore a modest purple two-piece suit with a pleated peplum over pants, because it was too cold out for a skirt.
Nonie's church outfit was how I knew it was Sunday.
I had been back in town for two days now, and it felt like I'd never left. And not in the fun, romantically nostalgic way, but more in the “you-live-under-my-roof-you-follow-my-rules” way. Mom and I only had one screaming match since I got here so we were off to a great start.
Two more days, Abby. You can get through this. Like a mantra, those two thoughts punctured through the dull, but pounding headache that threatened to keep me in bed for the rest of the day.
“I don't know, Nonie. I think my bed is trying to eat me.” The words escaped me in one groggy mess of slurs. Slowly the events of last night started returning to me. And with them came the rest of the massive hangover. I struggled to keep my eyes open. Fortunately I wasn't nauseous.
“Ow ow ow, my fucking everything hurts.” I tried to put my hand on my forehead to ease the pressure, but I was too tangled up.
“Your Mom sent me in here to get you ready for church, but I figured you probably had a late night drinking so I brought you something to help instead.” Nonie placed a tray on my old school desk.
I grunted her a thanks and asked what she brought me.
“Oh this? Just an old family recipe called Prairie Oyster. One raw egg, Worcestershire sauce, and a dash of hot sauce.”
“Oh God.” My stomach rumbled in complaint. I tried to smile through it and be grateful. “That—you shouldn't have.”
“Just kidding,” Nonie smiled, sitting gently on my bed. She chuckled at the obvious terror on my face. “I brought you some toast, ibuprofen, water, and coffee.”
I laughed at her hideous joke, then thanked her. It was great seeing her, even if she was screwing with me. My grandmother was probably the only reason I ever got homesick. She was definitely the only person in my family I ever actively missed. I loved Jan, but I never had time to miss her. We texted each other every day, she even flew out to visit a few times a year..
I finally untangled myself only to realize my blanket was on the floor. I had somehow wrapped myself up in Vance's hoodie like it was a straitjacket. I was so exhausted when I got home, that I passed out in what I was wearing. It was a late night of partying.
And Vance did wear me out.
My memories drifted back to the way his hands searched my body and how he felt inside me. Aside from my headache my pussy was still a little numb with a thrumming sensation. It was a lot like how my muscles felt at the gym after a long overdue work out.
“I take it you had fun?” Nonie asked.
“Hmm?” I pushed the unbearably sexy thoughts from my mind and imagined I was plunged into an ice bath. It worked enough that I could continue speaking without seeing him shirtless, steaming in the moonlight. “Yeah, surprisingly. I'm paying for it now though.”
I reached over for the aspirin and the water, gulping them down. I finished the glass in one go. Apparently I was super dehydrated. How much did I drink last night?
Of course that wasn't the only reason I needed liquids. I sweated my ass off on the dance floor, and then later...in his car. God, that was hot.
The hint of a smile crossed my face as the stubborn image of the sculpted, beefy bouncer zipped around my mind like a fly that I couldn't shoo away. Vance was a one time thing. A glorious mistake that I'll incorporate little bits of into my writing for years to come.
But it was over now. He was like visiting one of the Wonders of the world. Something to check off your bucket list. I'd never see Vance...whatever-his-last-name-was ever again.
A creeping longing inside me took me by surprise. My smile wilted. Vance was over.
“It's really good to see you, Nonie.” I squeezed my grandmother's hand like when I was a little girl. Suddenly I was really glad she was there with me. She always made me feel better.
Nonie gave me the kind of warm smile that always filled me with comfort, then she hugged me. I felt sad in my happiness. There was nothing left for me in Boston, but seeing grandma in person made me realize that it had been too long since I was back.
“Abby?” Nonie asked when I refused to let her go. “I think you need a quick shower, dear.”
“That bad, huh?” I rested my chin on her shoulder.
Nonie paused. She had a way of taking her time and carefully considering the right thing to say. “Yes.”
We laughed, and I finally let her go.
Nonie was right. I smelled like a long night's worth of bad decisions and desperately needed a shower, then some coffee. And maybe afterwards I'd have to burn these clothes, especially that disgusting, sparkle fairy halter top Jan made me wear.
I wouldn't burn the hoodie though. It was unremarkable in every way, except that it was his.
Nonie rocked forward and slowly rose to her feet. Empathy pangs stung me all over when I noticed the pained expression on her face from the exertion. Was it her heart again? I thought she'd gotten that fixed...
How do you fix the heart of an eighty-six year old?
“I'm all right. Just old,” She said quickly, eschewing my concern with a series of small waves and a harmless smile. “You're stuck with me until you or your sister give me some great grandbabies.”
Looks like I have nothing to worry about then, I thought darkly. If that was her prerequisite, Nonie might have to live forever.
“You just go back to sleep, honey. The Good Lord can take a rain check.” Grandma kissed me on the forehead.
“He's not who I'm worried about.” I groaned.
Nonie raised an eyebrow and gave me a knowing smile. “I'm still your mother's mother. You get some rest.”
My grandmother was the best.
She made her way to the door, then paused in the threshold to add one more thing before leaving. “I'm really glad you're home, dear, and I'm looking forward to meeting your fiancé Chris.”
I smiled through my teeth until she closed the door.
FUCK.
What was I going to do?!
The shame of disappointing Nonie made my pounding headache pale in comparison. The thought of letting her down made me physically ill.
* * * * *
Several hours later, a hot shower and some ibuprofen pulled me out of full-on panic mode. With everyone else out of the house, at church and running last minute errands, I had time to eat breakfast and think. Jan's silly, half-joking plan at the bar last night suddenly seemed less and less crazy with the more time that passed.
The plan was simple. I needed someone to pretend to be my ex-fiancé Chris for the night. I'd abandoned that sacrificial lamb nonsense that Jan was going on about and settled with any warm body. Six hours, I reminded myself. All I needed was six hours worth of fiancé.
Then a few weeks from now, when I was back in my small apartment, I'd reactivate my Facebook account and change the status from Engaged to “It's complicated”. That way I could avoid that overbearing look of disappointment until the next time I was forced to come home.
The plan was flawless!
...until I actually put it into motion.
I had to activate my Facebook page just to find my old, male high school friends. I'd come to realize how much had changed in the last five years. Most of them had either moved away or were married.
It didn't take long to exhaust all of my options. I was desperate enough to start searching Google for male escorts, when I heard a car rumbling up the crushed stone driveway outside. At first I thought it was Mom and Dad coming back from grocery shopping, but the base-y guttural engine was way too loud for their four-cylinder Prius.
I pried open the mini blinds and my heart leapt at what I saw. The familiar black Mustang was an inkblot on the fresh, snowy blanket that covered everything else; It shattered the serene, New England-in-winter, Norman Rockwell-esque view.
Vance also managed to park the car in front of the house, taking up three normal spots, like a complete asshole.
What the hell was he doing here?
I didn't waste time getting dressed. I threw on an old pair of snow boots and my winter coat, then raced outside in my fleece pajamas.
“Are you crazy?” I whisper yelled at Vance. Closing the door behind me, I drew the heavy fabric tighter against my skin to stave off a gust of wind. I crunched through the snow and stormed down the stairs toward him. I snapped a glance to my neighbors, who were already peeking at us through their windows.
Great. A gorgeous barbarian of a man—who obviously wasn't my fiancé— visits me during the only time of the day that no one else is home.
How the hell was I going to explain that?
“Probably.” Vance smirked, lazily rounding the trunk of his muscle car. “Usually when I make a girl cum as hard you did last night, I tend to at least get a hello first.”
I went wide-eyed and shushed him, like an exhausted single mother quiets an unexpected visitor after she's just put three toddlers down for nap time. How could he not know that sound traveled twice as far over snow? And this was the nosiest neighborhood on the planet. I swear. The Stewarts down the street knew my last semester college grades before I did!
“You can't be here!” I pleaded, checking my phone.
Crap crap crap! My family would be home any minute!
I thought about all my relatives arriving soon and felt like a teenager whose boyfriend just snuck in through her bedroom window in the middle of the night. What would they think of me if they saw me talking to a man like Vance?
“You are just—” Vance exhaled a short burst of air in disbelief, then crossed his big arms. “The most pleasant person.”
“Look. Last night was great and all, but it's Christmas eve and my parents are super judgmental. If they see me with a guy like you—” I was rambling because I was panicking. I needed to get him out of here now!
Vance's smirk deepened. “And what is a guy like me?”
“I don't mean whatever you think I mean! What I mean is if they see me with any guy who isn't my fiancé. They're going to lose their fucking minds.”
It also wouldn't help that he looked like a cross between a biker, a Viking, and the devil himself... My parents were extremely traditional.
“You're engaged?” Vance raised one of his thick caterpillar eyebrows, then chuckled. Of course you are, the laugh seemed to say.
He uncrossed his arms and pulled something from the breast pocket of his leather jacket. It was my wallet! In the chaos of this morning, I hadn't even realized I lost it. It must've fallen out of my purse. I wasn't usually that careless, but last night was...something else entirely.
“Thank you.” I deflated, feeling like such a jerk. I dropped my gaze to his black boots and took a deep breath. Vance was trying to do a good deed, and here I was giving him shit over it.
