Page 76 of Scrooged for the Holidays
In a way, I can relate. I’m privileged that money isn’t something I worry about, but I have lost myself in the guardianship of this town and everyday tasks.
It would be wonderful to understand more of why the magic sent Greer here and made us feel the way we do, especially since she’s a job and will eventually leave. It’s cruel to feel so connected to her then have her forget us.
I’ve tried to ask the town these questions, but it doesn’t respond. It never has in all the years I’ve been here. The magic of it simply does what it does, an entity of its own.
Remi, are you coming in, or are you going to stand in the doorway?
My hazy gaze snaps into focus at Kai’s question. He’s looking at me with a cocked brow while Greer takes in the dark yet romantic room. Sam’s decorated it in a way that encapsulates him to a T. The walls are painted black, and the floor is a dark-stained wood. His king-sized bed is made perfectly, the slate-gray-and-navy bedding finished off with a golden blanket that feels amazing against bare skin. Everything is brightened and pulled together by a rusty-red-and-cream carpet under the bed.
I step into the room, closing the door behind me. Kai is still eyeing me with questions in his eyes, but I don’t need to divulge my private thoughts to him. We have Greer to take care of now, and miraculously, Sam has joined us, even though he’s here to watch.
I look away from Kai to watch Sam, who’s stepping over to a navy velvet lounge chair with a view of the bed.
I understand why he’s not going to actively participate. After what happened at the rink and his fear of hurting her, only watching is his way of protecting her. It’s also his way to stop himself from becoming attached and “maintaining order.” But he wouldn’t have come if he truly believed he’d hurt her or that he could stop any of us from getting attached. We already are, even if he denies it.
“There’s no Christmas decor in here,” Greer comments.
I step closer to where she’s standing near the foot of the bed. Her eyes scan the room curiously, and I note the corners of her lips are turned up and her shoulders are eased. I wonder if, during her time here, her tune will change about Christmas. I believe it has a bit already. When we were skating, she subconsciously hummed along to “Jingle Bells” as it played.
“Are you not into the holiday like the rest of the town?” she asks Sam, turning to face where he sits in the chair, one of his long legs crossed over his knee and his elbow resting on the arm. He looks handsome and every bit the powerful Nephilim that he is.
There’s a casual dominance to his natural nature. Even when he submits, it’s always there, creeping beneath his skin as if it runs through his veins.
“I don’t mind it,” Sam says honestly. He likes the holiday more because of the meaning people ascribe to it and how it brings people together. It’s not about the decorations or anything of that sort for him.
“He sees enough of it in my room,” Kai says cheekily as he steps in front of Greer. She places a hand on one of her round hips, hips I can still vividly feel under my hands from when she rode my thigh earlier. My dick—that’s been hard for what feels like eons at this point—throbs against my zipper.
“Your room looks like Christmas threw up in it, doesn’t it, Angel Boy?”
He chuckles. “I wouldn’t go that far, but it’s got a tree and some lights. Wanna see it?”
Greer’s hands fall to Kai’s belt, and she shakes her head. “I’d rather see something else.”
The sexual tension that’s been in the air draws tighter, and I move so that I’m behind Greer, my front pressed to her back. Her hands are already beginning to work Kai’s belt buckle open. I place my fingers over hers so that she can’t continue the action, and she looks over her shoulder at me, lips pressed tight.
“Excuse you,” she huffs. “I’m trying to take his pants off.”
I hold back a laugh. I really like her smart mouth, and I plan to put it to good use soon. “I see that, love. But I have to ask before we go any further: What is it you want from tonight?”
“I thought that was clear.” She tries to continue her task, but I hold her hands firm. She growls at me, and this time, I do laugh. It was supposed to be menacing, but it sounded like a bear cub instead of a full-grown one.
“No,” I command, nosing her soft hair until my lips are at her ear and my bulge is rubbing against her perfectly round ass. “What I’m asking is, do you want both of our fat cocks inside your sweet ass and pussy at the same time?”
Her breath catches in her lungs, and she grinds her bottom back into me. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from hissing.
“Is there another option?” she asks huskily.
“Hmm.” I inhale the cinnamon and vanilla scent of her. “I have an idea, one that involves your mouth”—I cup her sex with one of my hands, and a delicate whimper escapes her—“and this pretty pussy.”
She turns her head again, so our lips are a whisper away. “Does it involve making me scream your name,Daddy?”
Kai groans, and my lips curve into a sinful smile. “Both of you strip and get on the bed.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Kai says happily, stepping back to follow orders.
Greer, on the other hand, stays still, her body flush to mine. I know that while she can go head to head with me, I think she’s feeling a bit lost. She’s used to being the dominant one, and while we had our moment on the couch, this scenario is different.
I press my lips against her ear as Kai removes the belt Greer had attempted to rid him of. “Just like before, if you don’t like something, you tell us to stop. Understand?”
