22. Christmas Festival

Christmas Festival

Nova

I melted into the kiss, offering no resistance. I couldn’t get enough of these men. “I’ve never had sex in the bakery before,” I admitted when there was a break in the kiss.

“We should do something about that,” Grant replied as he stood. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and expected him to sit me on my desk. Instead, he pressed me against my office door. We continued to kiss as he ground his hard cock against my core. Finally, I dropped my legs so that he had to put me down. Once on my feet, I turned us so his back was against the door and fell to my knees before him. I hold his gaze with mine as I deftly undo his belt and pants. Once loosened, I reach in and pull his cock and balls out.

I loved his cock. It was the perfect size and fit in my mouth like it belonged there. I didn’t tease him first. I just slid my mouth down his cock and started sucking for all I was worth. There was a game I liked to play when I was giving them head. Trying to make them come down my throat before they couldn’t take it and had to fuck me. I never won, but then again, I never lost either. Sex with them was a two-way street, and all the roads led to me. They weren’t happy getting off unless I did first. I still loved to see how close to the edge I could push them.

Grant’s moans flowed into each other as I worked him over. I cupped his balls, massaged them, and started doing a mental happy dance when I felt them tighten. I was going to win for once! I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. With a roar, Grant pulled me off of him by the hair, nearly losing himself down my throat.

“Naughty girl,” he growled. He bent down to kiss my pouting lips and then hauled me to my feet. He undressed me and then cleared everything from my desk and lifted me onto it. After stripping off his clothes, he climbed on top of me and sank into my pussy. “Fuck you feel so good, Nova. It feels like coming home. This is where I belong, between your thighs, dragging moans and orgasms out of you until you have no more to give.”

I moaned at his words. His dirty talk always turned me on, and coupled with his perfect dick pounding into my core; he never had any trouble making me come. We didn’t have time for multiple orgasms this time, so instead of withdrawing when I reached my release, he fucked me through it, letting himself fall over the edge as well. We basked in the afterglow for several minutes before he climbed off me, and we got dressed. Once we were decent again, he kissed me goodbye and opened the office door. Lincoln, Stef, and Jared were standing on the other side, not hiding the fact that they knew exactly what we had been up to.

“You big, dirty cheater!” Linc accused Grant.

“Carpe Diem, brother,” Grant replied with a smirk as he turned and kissed me goodbye. “Talk to you later, Star.”

I turned to greet Linc, who gave me a smoldering look. “My turn.” He pushed me back into the office, his lips already on my neck.

“Get back to work,” I yelled to Stef and Jared over his shoulder as the door slammed shut.

14 Days Until New Year’s Eve

I looked around, pleased with how everything had come together. Mick delivered the Christmas tree yesterday as promised, and the man was even more entertaining in person than he was over the phone. He had gone to college with my men and enjoyed regaling me with every embarrassing story about them that he could think of. Grant’s lighting guys were currently stringing lights and decorations on the tree and were confident they would have everything done in time for the lighting tonight. The ice skating rink was set up yesterday, and skaters are already enjoying it. All participating businesses and vendors had their stalls running, and I swung by the cookie decorating tent to make sure Stef and Jared had everything ready. We’d spent countless hours baking cookies and making the icing that would be used to decorate them.

The last area on my list to double-check was Santa’s Village. Santa was concerned that the elves and photographers were high school seniors, but I assured him they had everything under control. The yearbook club was more than capable of handling pictures with Santa and had jumped at the opportunity to volunteer for the job.

As I left through the village’s side door, I ran right into Paul, who was angry.

“Just the little Christmas whore I was waiting for,” he sneered as he grabbed my arm in a bruising grip and yanked me off to the side behind the Christmas Village sign. “I thought I fucking told you to break shit off with my bosses? How fucking dumb do you have to be to see that they’re fucking using you?”

“You mean like you were? Maybe you’re incapable of seeing my worth, but they aren’t. Business trips, my ass. You’ve never been sent on a business trip. I wonder what else you’ve lied about,” I replied heatedly.

“You listen to me, you fat slut,” he spits, getting in my face, “if you tell Brandy the truth, I’ll—“ he was cut off as an arm reached over me and shoved him backward into Ben’s chest. I didn’t know where they came from, but I was glad to see them.

Paul’s demeanor immediately changed as the anger seeped out of him. “I didn’t mean anything. I wouldn’t do anything to her,” he said quickly.

“I’ll tell you what, Paul,” Lincoln said, stepping between us. “Come near Nova again, and you will find yourself unemployed. You’ve both moved on. She’s happy. Leave her alone.”

“Whatever. As if I would want her when you’re done with her,” he snapped, his anger getting the best of him. Paul’s eyes widened when he heard himself. He turned and walked away quickly.

When he was about ten steps away, Lincoln called after him, “As if we’re stupid enough to let someone like her go in the first place.”

“You ok?” Grant asked as I leaned my back against his chest.

“Yeah,” I replied as he rubbed my arms. I winced as he applied pressure to the spot that Paul had grabbed. Grant didn’t notice, but Ben had been watching me and didn’t miss it. He stepped in front of me and gently cradled my arm in his hand as he lifted my sweater sleeve. A hand-shaped bruise was already forming.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” Ben said, turning red.

“Let it go. Please, just let it go,” I pleaded. “I don’t think he will bother me anymore now that you’ve threatened his job. He isn’t worth it.”

“Fine,” Ben agreed begrudgingly. “But if he steps a single toe out of line, he will be fired.”

“That’s fair,” I replied, standing on my toes to kiss him softly. I checked the other two to ensure they had their anger in check. I could tell that they were pissed but didn’t want to upset me further, so they were managing it. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”

“Any time, Nova. Every time,” Grant swore.

“Why don’t you put down that clipboard and come enjoy the festival you put together with us?” Linc suggested.

“I don’t know. Something could go wrong.”

Ben snatched the clipboard from me and handed it to one of the volunteers passing by. “Here ya go, buddy. You’ve been promoted. If you can’t solve the problem, find someone else. Nova is officially off duty.”

“Ben!” I scolded.

“Sorry, Sugar. I realize that my mistake was framing it as a question. I meant it’s time to put the clipboard down and enjoy yourself.”

I glared at Lincoln but couldn’t hold it for long when he smiled that twinkling smile at me. At this point, I wasn’t sure who had who wrapped around their little finger, me or them.

“Fine. Let’s dive into the Christmas spirit,” I concede.

We hit the vendors first, and we made sure to buy something from each one to thank them for donating their time to the festival. When I dragged them to the ice skating rink, things got comical.

“I don’t know about this, Sugar,” Linc said as I glided onto the ice. Ben and Grant followed me easily, but Linc was still at the entrance.

“You have skated before, right?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I’m not very good,” he replied.

Grant and Ben snickered behind me. “That’s the understatement of the year,” Grant said.

“By not very good,” Ben added, “he means he falls down a lot.”

I skated back to him, poorly hiding my amusement. “You mean to tell me there’s something you aren’t good at?” I teased. “Come on,” I said, holding out my hands, “I’ll help you.”

He took my hands and gingerly stepped onto the ice. I began to skate backward, pulling him with me, and he was good for about ten seconds. Then his legs started flailing, and suddenly he was on his ass, pulling me down on top of him. Grant and Ben were laughing as they skated over to help us.

“What the hell happened?” I laughed. “You were doing so good!”

“Ice. Ice happened. Who the hell thought sticking knives on the bottom of your boots to slide around on ice was a good idea?” Linc complained.

“Someone with far better balance than you,” I replied as Ben helped me to my feet. Once I was up, he and Grant got Lincoln standing again. “Do you know how to roller skate?”

“Yeah. I’m good on wheels,” Linc replied.

“It’s practically the same thing!” Grant exclaimed.

“The hell it is. This is ice; ice is the devil,” Linc lamented dramatically.

I held my hands out to him again. “Boys, stick to his sides in case he tries to go down again. Linc, just do what you would if you were skating on wheels.”

It took some time, but by the time we called it quits, Linc managed to stay up and even did a couple of laps on his own. Once we were done skating, we headed over to the cookie-decorating tent to help the foster kids decorate cookies.

Seeing them with the kids did something to my insides. This was their true purpose in life: helping kids in need. Their patience and the way they coaxed smiles from each child were captivating, and they radiated how much they cared about the kids.

When we were done decorating cookies, I convinced them to take a picture with Santa with me.

“Is this necessary?” Grant grumbled.

“Yes. It’s the perfect way to remember the day. Besides, pictures with Santa are crucial. How else will you tell him what you want for Christmas?” I asked, poking him in the stomach as we waited in line.

I squealed as he grabbed me and wrapped me in a bear hug. “Maybe I already have what I want for Christmas,” he growled into my neck, making my stomach flop.

“Well, then you should say thank you,” I replied. When it was our turn, we stepped up to Santa and I went to sit in his lap.

“What the hell are you doing?” Grant asked as he grabbed my hand before I could sit.

“Sitting on Santa’s lap,” I replied, confused.

“The hell you are!” I looked from him to Linc and Ben, who hid their smiles behind their hands. Was he serious?

“Oh, lighten up, Scrooge,” Lincoln finally said. “It’s Santa. And it will only be for a few seconds. Unclench.”

Ben smacked his hand away from me and helped me into Santa’s lap while Linc moved Grant into position next to Santa’s chair.

“Thanks for being here, Santa,” I told the elderly man as the photographer positioned Linc and Grant.

“Happy to be here!” the jolly old man exclaimed. “I hope this will become an annual event again. I’ve missed it.”

“It will be if I have anything to say about it,” I assured him. We smiled at the camera, took our picture, and went to the photo pick-up spot to wait for our copy. Well, most of us smiled. I burst out laughing when I saw Grant glaring at Santa in the picture. “This is amazing. It’s getting hung on the wall.”

Grant’s cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. “We can go back and get a better one if you want,” he said sheepishly.

“Nope,” I said, holding the picture to my chest protectively. “This one’s a keeper.”

As the sun began to set, the tree-lighting ceremony started. The Mayor got up and thanked me for organizing the festival, which he hoped would become an annual town event again. There was a consensus on that. He thanked the other businesses for their contributions and then thanked Triple Tech for sponsoring the Christmas tree. He then called the three winners from the cookie decorating contest within their respective age groups to join him on stage. We counted from three, and the winners flipped the switch to the lights. Thousands of lights lit at once, illuminating the square and causing a collective gasp from the group.

Someone started singing “O Christmas Tree,” and everyone present joined in. It was cheesy but an absolutely perfect moment.