Page 12 of Under the Mistletoe

“Fuck, you’ve got to be quiet,” he hissed and brought his hand to my mouth, covering it as he pulled out and slammed back into me. He pulled me up, my back against his chest, and met my lips, muffling my cries as he continued pumping into me.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on him and not the fact that this felt so fucking wrong that we were up in my bedroom and my parents were downstairs below us holding a party for my birthday.

I came out of my bathroom and looked at Bentley, who sat on the edge of my bed. I’d figured he’d have gone back downstairs before my parents could realize he was missing.

“Do I look okay?” I questioned, straightening the sweater I’d been wearing.

Bentley stood and nodded as he looked me over. “Like an angel,” he whispered, placing a kiss on my lips.

I wanted more of this, not just sex. I wanted to know what it felt like to be his, but I needed to let go of that idea. There was no way on this earth my parents would ever accept us together. I didn’t even need to ask to find out.

“You should get back downstairs,” I said, meeting his eyes quickly, then averting them. “Before they wonder where you are,” I added.

I was about to turn away when I felt his forefinger under my chin.

“Meet me tonight,” he whispered.

Excitement filled me at the thought he wanted to see me again. I placed my hands on his chest. “Where?”

“My bar.”

I knew I shouldn’t, but I nodded anyway. In this moment the only thing I wanted was to be held in his arms.

“I’ll see you downstairs, birthday girl.”

Bentley was gone in a flash. I took a quick minute to gather myself. I did not know how long we’d been up here, and I prayed that my mother was busy enough with others to not have noticed my absence.

I took a deep breath and made my way downstairs and joined the party, looking forward to only one thing: meeting Bentley tonight at the bar.

Eight

Bentley

She was like a drug to me. I couldn’t get enough of her. I’d watched her the entire time at her party, feeling empty every time someone took her attention away from me. When I’d left her party, I’d told myself that after tonight, after she came to me at the bar, we couldn’t happen again. Yet after she’d left me that night, the cravings started all over again. It seemed the more I tried to stay away, the more we were together.

In fact, a night hadn’t passed since that night that we hadn’t been together. She’d either come here or after her parents were in bed, she’d sneak me up into her room. The idea of being caught by her parents somehow turned me on more than ever, but it was a dangerous line we were flirting with. I’d not only lose Noelle, but I’d lose my best friend too.

Holiday music floated through the air. The bar was full, the tree in the corner was lit, and the lights Noelle had convinced me to put up flashed in the front window. Jenelle and Bruce sat atthe end of the bar, keeping me company while I poured drinks for the server.

“So, we just wanted to thank you for looking after Noelle the night her car broke down,” Bruce said as he stuffed a fry into his mouth.

The glass I was holding slipped right out of my hand and crashed to the floor. I had no idea she’d mentioned anything to her parents about that night, and suddenly I felt guilty. I’d taken care of her that night alright, in more ways than one.

“Oh dear, Bentley, are you alright?” Jenelle said, jumping off her stool and grabbing the broom that I kept off to the side of the bar and handing it to me.

“Yep, occupational hazard.” I chuckled as my pulse calmed.

“What do I owe you for the tire?” Bruce questioned as I swept the broken glass into a pile and started again. “Noelle said it could have only been you that had fixed it, since she had come here during the storm, since she was close to here.”

“It was me, and it was nothing. I had a friend of mine repair it. He owed me a favour,” I said.

“You’re sure.”

“Yep, it wasn’t a problem at all,” I said, focusing on what I was pouring.

“I’ll be right back, just going to run to the little girls’ room before we head out into that cold, snowy weather,” Jenelle said, getting up and heading toward the washrooms.

Bruce watched as Jenelle entered the bathroom and then turned his attention back to me. “You haven’t noticed Noelle in here with anyone, have you?”

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