Page 11 of Under the Mistletoe

Once everyone finished singing “Happy Birthday,” my mom and dad took everyone into the back room where they had a pile of food placed and a large birthday cake.

I walked around, stopping and speaking with my aunts and uncles and my parents’ friends. As I neared the last few people, I swallowed hard. I didn’t know why I thought this year would be different, but once again, Bentley wasn’t here.

Tears formed in my eyes as my heart sank, and I made my way back to the kitchen to get myself a soda from the fridge. I didn’t know why I was suddenly feeling this way. I shut the fridge door, opened my soda, and turned to see Bentley standing there holding an enormous bouquet.

“You came,” I whispered.

“Wouldn’t miss it. Happy birthday,” he said, handing me the bouquet of mixed flowers.

I took them from him, my fingers brushing his as our eyes locked, and buried my nose into the flowers. They smelled heavenly.

“Oh, Bentley, how nice of you to come,” I heard my mother say from behind me. “We’ve missed you the past few years.”

I looked up to see him nod and smile in her direction as she took the flowers from me and placed them in a vase, all while Bentley kept his eyes firmly planted on mine.

“Jenelle, you know I always try to get here, but with work, sometimes the fun has to be put off to the side.”

I could see the look in his eyes as he finished speaking. It was the same look he’d given me last night when he’d told me it’d be better to go home. Perhaps he’d been right, I thought as I tore my eyes from his. I wasn’t ready to face reality yet. Anxiety overtook me, and I finally cleared my throat and told my mom I needed a few minutes alone.

She frowned, then let out a sigh. “Alright, darling, but only a few minutes. That’s her anxiety creeping in, just the way it does every year,” I heard my mother say as I left the kitchen with barely a glance at Bentley.

It wasn’t my anxiety, I thought as I rushed upstairs to my bedroom. Not in the way she meant, anyway. This was different. I had no idea how I was supposed to feel or act in Bentley’s presence after last night. I was just about to close the door when Bentley barged in and shut the door behind him.

“Noelle?”

“What are you doing?” I whispered, panicked.

He grabbed hold of me and pulled me against him. “Why did you leave this morning?” He demanded.

I shrugged, afraid to say what was on my mind.

“Tell me, darlin.” He placed his finger under my chin, tilting my head back so he could look into my eyes.

“I didn’t want to hear that you were done with me.” I whispered.

“I’m far from being fucking done with you,” he whispered, placing his lips on mine, giving me one of the roughest, yet passionate kisses I’d ever experienced.

“You are?” I questioned, breathless from the kiss we’d just shared.

He slowly nodded his head as he gripped the hem of my shirt and lifted it up over my head.

“Not here!” I said, my voice cracking.

“Yes, here,” he growled, pulling the straps of my bra from my shoulder, exposing my breasts to him. “Right now.” He said, his voice strained.

He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting the first before he moved to the second. I closed my eyes as chills ran through me as his rough hands pushed my pants to the floor.

“But my parents are downstairs…”

He sucked my earlobe between his lips and then kissed down the side of my neck. “I know…but I need to have you… I want you, just as much, if not more, than you want me,” he whispered. “Turn around, bend over and place your hands on the bed.”

I did as I was told. I could feel my centre throbbing and dripping with excitement as I listened as his belt hit the floor. His right hand rested on my hip, and I shuddered as I felt him run his finger up my inner thigh and through my wet centre.

“I see you’re ready for me,” he said, his voice gruff, filled with want.

“So ready…” I moaned.

I closed my eyes, waiting for his intrusion as I felt his cock pressing against my opening. He gripped my hips and, in onequick motion, buried himself deep inside of me. I was still sore from last night, and even though it felt amazing I cried out as he slammed deep into me.

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