Kink the Halls

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Kink the Halls is dedicated to:

National Lampoons Christmas Vacation for making every holiday season magical. My Family. Elf for SANTAS COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And for all of the readers who begged me for more Seven, Levi, and Star and forced me to write this fun Christmas story. To my family for making Christmas special every year, and my children for making me Santa Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday!

Fuck the Holidays (Seven) I fucking hate Christmas. It is my least favorite holiday of the year. Everyone who has been a dick to you all year long decides they are your best friend in the name of Christmas cheer. You are forced to deal with drunk co-workers at shitty company holiday parties. Everyone decides New York City is the most magical place on earth, and of course, the God damn tacky decorations. Whoever came up with the idea of putting a fucking live tree in your house should be shot. Stop being such a fucking Grinch, Seven. Levi stumbles out of the elevator dragging the smallest tree I could get him to agree to at the lot across from Rockefeller Center. This was after he dragged me onto the ice with the masses of tourists. Can you see why my pregnant ass is grumpy? I can guarenfuckingtee you would be too. I'm fat, and exhausted. I bark back at him, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge. I don't even understand why we need to decorate, we are leaving for Star's house in the morning. I gave in before Thanksgiving and agreed to celebrate the holidays in her brand new spacious home in Woodstock. Ive done my best to avoid that town like the plague, but knowing my parents were long gone kind of cleared the coast for me. We might be leaving in the morning, but I still want a small tree. Come on Seven, you have to get into it. What happens when the baby is born? You can't be such a damn Debbie Downer for the holidays. Hes right, but it doesn't make me any less pissy. Ive been trying to tone back my attitude lately and it seems the hormones have only made shit worse. Once the word of pregnancy spread around the office, every last person has been avoiding me for fear that I will bury them six feet under. I don't blame them, because I probably would. Just turn the fireplace on, put your feet up and relax. Once I get the tree up, Ill come rub your feet. He really knows the key to my heart. Although, rub my feet has become a code word for foreplay. My sexual appetite is strong as ever. I am one of those horny pregnant women, unfortunately most of my toys have been left at the door. Levi is worried hes going to hurt me or the baby somehow. Hysterical huh? My hands rest on the tiniest swell of my baby bump, not noticeable to the eyes of a stranger, but the small rounding curve has certainly caught my own attention. My body is changing in ways I never thought, all of my pants are becoming more snug, my bra size has already grown, and my feet are constantly rebelling against my heels. Which I fucking hate. How do you feel about going back to Woodstock? Levi catches me off guard, I was far too busy musing about my body to consider the weight of his question. Only a few weeks ago we had taken the long drive upstate for Thanksgiving as a family with Star, my new found niece Magnolia, and Star's new family. It was an interesting weekend to say the least. Im happy for her, genuinely happy. Shes finally in a good place, drug free, and living the life most normal people would only dream of. But, things are different. I never thought I would see the day when we both started moving in our own directions in life. We never lived more than a ten minute drive apart. Now, were five hours

apart. I guess this is what they call life, right? I just can't help but feel like Im losing her. I'm okay with it. I mean, I hate Woodstock. But, I enjoy spending time with Star and Magnolia. The truth is, I love that little girl. For being under the care of our parents for five long years, she is amazingly well adjusted. I could get used to the family holidays upstate, its just going to take me some time to get used to it all. No comment on Star's new biker gang? I scoff at Levi. She certainly has some colorful new characters in her life, but what else is new? The people she chose to spend her time with in Manhattan weren't much better. Whatever makes her happy, I wave him off with my hand, and stand up, heading for the kitchen. I really wish I could down a shot of whiskey, but everyone keeps telling me its shitty for the baby. Damn it. I opt for a glass of apple juice, one of the few cravings Ive had since learning about Squishy. Its just nice that I can finally keep it down. A big crash echoes through the living room, followed by Levi cursing up a storm. Fuck this shit! Fuck this tree! I peek around the corner to see the tree laying on the ground next to him. He is holding onto his side wincing in pain. I can't help but laugh at him on my way to the bedroom, where Ill indulge in a nice warm bath. Merry Christmas Levi.

(Levi) She laughed at me and continued on her way. Im officially going to start calling her Scrooge McDuck. Anything that has to do with Christmas is like pulling damn teeth. I guess her upbringing is to blame though. Growing up, I always had these huge family Christmases. Lights on everything, a giant real Christmas tree we would trek into the woods upstate to cut down ourselves, Advent calendars, and massive celebrations. And because I am an only child, my parents spoiled the shit out of me. That was until they died my senior year of high school. Everything changed then. The happy home life Id known growing up was thrust out the window when I was forced to go live with my aunt and uncle, whom I still don't care much for, but that is a story for another day. I think? Maybe I shouldn't have bothered with the stupid tree. We are leaving tomorrow morning, and won't be back for a couple days. Im sure by the time we get back, all the needles will be all over the floor, giving Seven another reason to flip out. Fuckin' hormones man! I wrestle to get the tree upright again, and secure it in the wrought iron Christmas tree stand I pulled from my storage unit, which houses everything of my parents. I have so many fond memories of my father holding up our Christmas tree, while I turned the screws on the stand to secure it in place. We always decorated it together. I make my way into the bedroom, somewhat on the heels of Seven. I can hear the bathtub running. In between daily showers, she has taken to soaking in the sprawling marble garden tub. She insists it helps her achy body feel better, and I can only worry how she will feel once the baby starts to get bigger. I probably worry way too much about her, and I know it pisses her off. I just can't help it after losing my parents. If I lost her, I have no fuckin' clue what I would do. I can tell you one thing for certain, it wouldn't be pretty. Just like when they died. Weren't going to ask me to join you? I peek my head in the door to see her luscious body

floating in the bubble-filled tub. Shes a picture of perfect beauty in every way physically possible. Im the luckiest man on earth. Im still waiting on that foot rub, Father Christmas, she laughs while sticking her toes out from under the blanket of bubbles. She smiles a genuine smile, the first Ive seen all day since she had to go head-to-head with a board member over something in the employee fraternization policy. That was scary. I send up a silent thank you to the big guy, that Im actually on her good side in the boardroom. Seven James-Parker is not an enemy I would want. I unbutton my shirt, letting it fall to the floor while I work on my belt and dress pants, leaving them behind in a pile in the middle of the spacious bathroom. I slide my boxer-briefs down to meet the pile, and dip my hand into the tub. You know you aren't supposed to have water that hot, Seven, I try to hide the disapproval in my voice, but, once again, the worry wart in me shows. The water might as well be boiling, even after the doctor warned her about the hot water. It's only for a little bit, she bites on her bottom lip, and all my concern goes out the window. My cock twitches and slowly starts coming to life with thoughts of settling deep inside her cunt. I can't help it, Im weak when it comes to Seven. As much as Ive tried to tone it down recently, for the safety of the baby, I still want the kinky shit that brought us together in the first place. It just doesn't feel right anymore. It's a fucking internal battle that has slowly been killing me. Levi? Seven's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. Im partially thankful for it, but she knows I was lost in my mind. Her lips set into a straight line, something she often does when she is deep in thought. Ive picked up on that since we returned from Vegas. Yes, babe. I still stand at the side of the tub, waiting to get used to the scalding hot water. Take me into the spare room tonight, her voice is quiet. Her words are part command, and part question. Her dominant nature still sits front and center in our relationship, but it is nothing like it was the first night we were together. God, I long for that. I don't think that would be a good idea, Seven. I want it, but I can't bring myself to act on it. She lets out a deep disappointed sigh and starts to get out of the tub. I hate that Ive made her feel this way. Her feet hit the tile, and she stomps to the towel rack, picking up her plush robe that hangs from the side. I can't meet her eyes, because I know how much I just upset her, and it is secretly fucking killing me inside. Levi, you have five fucking minutes to be at the end of the guest bed, kneeling, or you can get the fuck out. She turns and walks out of the bathroom, slamming the door upon her exit. What the fuck just happened here?

(Seven) Fuck this shit. I need a good fucking and I don't care if hes up for it or not. Sex with Levi is good, if not great, but I have needs that just aren't being fucking met. Im fucking pregnant, not disabled. Im not missing an arm, or on bed rest. Im perfectly fucking fine, and Im not going to let him treat me like a fucking porcelain doll anymore. The bathroom door opens and shuts as Levi walks past me, still completely naked. He looks like he wants to pause and say something. I pray he doesn't because I just might fucking backhand him if he

does. My patience is gone. These hormones are going to turn me into a fucking homicidal maniac before this baby is born. The door to the master bedroom shuts, and I can only assume he is following instructions. I pray he is. I think of all the things I want tonight. The strap-on isn't doing it for me lately, although I know how much Levi loves it. Nipple clamps sound absolutely delightful right now. Instead of going after him immediately, I decide to get rid of the robe and dive into my lingerie drawer in search of a little something special. The pale pink bra is one of the last left I can fit into, I push the cups against my swollen breasts, slide my arms through straps and fasten the back. The panties aren't as easy to find, and soon the entire drawer is emptied on my bedroom floor. Ah! There they are! The matching crotchless panties, garter, and lastly the knee-highs. I spin in the mirror examining every inch of my changing body. But something is missing. Doing another once over, I figure it out. The fucking heels. My tall, fuck me heels are missing. My feet may hate me in an hour, but Im not going to give them up, especially tonight. This is make or break for our sex life. I need this. I need us to reconnect on this level again. I fear for our future if we don't. The heels click down the hallway. I pause at the spare bedroom door, take a deep breath and open the door. My very naked husband kneels at the end of the bed in the same position he assumed our first night together. I am left breathless by the beauty of it all. Everything about him leaves me in awe. I know it sounds fucking corny as hell, especially coming from me; but Levi really is my other half. The piece of me I had no idea I was missing until he walked into that club and let me fuck him up the ass. Stand up, I try not to let my voice tell him how I feel, but the words become strangled in my throat. He quickly responds to my command, standing but not turning to face me. I walk to the closet, and open the doors. Shelf after shelf I eye, looking for the perfect items. Thats when they catch my eyes. The black anal beads are absolutely perfect for tonight. I find the small box with a set of nipple clamps, grab a bottle of lube and make my way in his direction. My heart speeds up, and my breathing grows shallow. Too long, it has been way too long. Hands and knees on the bed. Ass in the air. Now. This time my voice doesn't waiver. My tone is rich with the authority I command on a daily basis. The same authority that has gone lax since falling in love with this man. I have bypassed my own sexual needs for absolutely no valid reason. I should be mad at myself, but its nothing to stew on. One knee at a time, I climb onto the bed, positioning myself behind Levi. I press my hand against his hip, and kiss his lower back. His body relaxes under my touch. Perfect. I open the bottle of lube, and squirt some onto his waiting ass. His body goes rigid at the wet, cold sensation. Relax, Levi. his body doesn't immediately relax, but I continue priming him for my plan, which I know he will enjoy immensely. I press the first ball against his waiting hole, and he gives in to the pleasure and pain. His body pushes back against my hand. You like that? He bites onto the pillow under his head and grunts in reply. I know he likes it. He loves it. I apply more lube, and push the second, then the third. With each new bead his moans of ecstasy get louder. Those moans I love so damn much. Roll over. Its my turn. Levi's body drops down, face first onto the bed as he dramatically rolls himself over. His bright blue eyes catch mine, full of lust and hunger. This is the man I have fucking needed for weeks. I toss the nipple clips out to him, and he catches them before they fall to the bed.

Know how to use those? I bite my bottom lip as his gaze drags across my body for the first time since I walked into the room. I reach behind me, and unclasp the bra, letting it fall to the bed. His tongue drags across his lower lip and he nods. Seven, are you sure these are okay? I don't know and I don't care. They are fucking nipple clamps for Christ sake, they aren't going to hurt the baby, I don't think? Whatever! Levi, its fucking fine! Do it. Now! I crawl across the bed, and lay my head down on the pillows laying back while he takes the tiniest lead I will give him for the night. His body hovers over mine as he takes my nipple in his warm mouth. His tongue runs over it repeatedly before he takes it between his teeth. I moan as he continues with the next nipple. It feels so fucking good. Mmmmm Levi, he clamps the first on my nipple and my body quivers. My cunt is begging for his attention. He places the second clamp in place and I want to scream from the fucking roof tops. It feels so fucking amazing. I can't remember the last time I played with these bad boys, but I can tell you they are coming on vacation with us! His mouth works its way up my chest and neck, sucking and biting until his lips are on mine. Our mouths meet, and our tongues tangle together in a heated fight over control. I run my fingers through his messy dark hair, he moans into my mouth and I know I have won the control battle. Fuck, I missed this, I push him onto his back. Hes surprised as I pin him onto the bed, and make my way down his body. He does nothing to stop me, in fact he just lays there and watches every move I make. I grasp his hard cock with my hand and I begin to stroke it before lowering my mouth to lick across the tip. Remember that night in London? A smile tugs at the corner of his full lips. How could he ever fucking forget? The first time I decided to suck his dick, and what did he do? Busted his load all over my face, and then walked out. I can't even begin to tell you how pissed I was. You were such a brazen little boy that night. I laugh a little while I lower my mouth and take his cock in my mouth. The perfectly cut tip hits the back of my throat and I suck roughly. His balls tense in my palm as I run my lips back to the tip. His cock falls from my lips with a pop. You thought you could just get away with that, huh? I have to admit, it was cute. I work my mouth up his body, biting each nipple while he continues to watch me with anticipation. I never paid you back for that. I am going to have to come up with something good one of these days. I sit up, straddling his hard body, and position my soaked pussy at the tip of his waiting dick. I want it just as bad as he does. I always want to feel his perfect cock deep inside my cunt. I will never get enough of it. It is like that boy's dick was made entirely for my amusement. I slowly lower my pussy down onto his waiting cock, taking it inch-by-inch until it can't go any farther. His balls press against my ass cheeks, and I feel the tip of his dick pushing against my cervix. Fuck, he mumbles under his breath. He is breaking the rules, but I love it when he is vocal while we are fucking. Dirty talk just drives me fucking crazy. Permission to speak. Fuck. I let out a strangled moan and grind my cunt down over his dick again before I can compose myself enough to continue my thought. Talk dirty to me baby, tell me what you are thinking, Levi. He yells in pleasure. Literally fucking screams and grabs my hips encouraging me to fuck him faster. I'll never let him know it, but I love it when he is rough with me. I continue to grind my cunt down on him, I can feel his balls throbbing under my ass. I can feel his dick twitching within me. Your pussy feels so good baby. So fucking good, he tries to speak but he just can't get the words out. I know the feeling. If I was to try and say anything right now, it wouldn't even come out as fucking English. It feels too good.

I compose myself, while I continue to work my soaking wet pussy up and down his cock. When Im about to come, take the fucking clamps off. He groans, and I reach my hand down between our bodies and my fingertips run across my hard clit roughly. I moan and gasp working at my release. Now Levi! his hands leave my hips, and pull the clamps off in one swift movement. The blood rushes back to my nipples as my orgasm crashes through my body. FUCK! Oh god! I scream as wave after wave of pleasure cascades through me. His hands grab my hips again and he slams deep inside me a couple more times before I can feel him emptying into my hot cunt. What the FUCK? I open my eyes, and find Levi staring at me with a look of horror. His dick is still deep within me while he looks worried? Or maybe scared? What the fuck? I look down between our bodies to see white liquid all over his chest, and a spot on the comforter. What the fuck? I swipe my finger across it, expecting it to be his come? Although, I swear I just fucking felt him get off inside me. Seven, your tits are leaking! I look down, and sure as shit. The white stuff is leaking from both of my nipples. What in the fucking hell is that? And why the fuck is it coming from my god damn tits?!?! Levi, what the fuck is it? Yes, Levi M.D. What is coming from my tits, because I know you should be a fucking expert in nipple seepage. Um, Seven. That is milk. Milk? What? Why would I have fucking milk coming on my tits? I am not some kind of fucking farm animal. WHAT? WHY would I have MILK all over me?! This is a lost cause. Im confused. I give up. Then this fucking guy starts to laugh at me. Seriously laugh. He is hysterical. Hysterically laughing while his dick is still inside me. Anal beads in his ass. Laughing. What is happening to my sex life? Seven, pregnant women have milk in their tits. You know... to feed the baby once it finally comes? He is still laughing. So hard now, he is gasping for air. Yup, clearly my parents never taught me much about the birds and the bees. Here I am, a twenty-seven year old mother to be, not knowing a fucking thing about breast milk. This is what my life has become. Granted, its a little early for your milk to come in, but it may have been all the stimulation tonight. He sits up, wrapping his arms around me, and kissing the top of my head. Fuck this pregnancy shit. I climb from on top of him and make my way for the master bathroom. He is on his own getting those beads out, I am just fucking done. I need a shower, and to just go to bed. I can't even fuck without something catastrophic happening anymore. I guess I am just going to have to accept that my tits have become a fucking carnival game. Im sure I could pop one of those water balloons with ease. Watch out!

The Truth Comes Out (Levi) Seven, you gotta get up, I run my fingers down her bare arm and tug at the black comforter she has herself wrapped in. Ugggghhhhh, go away. Sleeeeeeep, she mumbles, and its adorable; but if we aren't on the road within the hour, were going to sit in nasty traffic trying to get out of the city. With her morning sickness still acting up, and the fact that she gets nasty motion sickness, I am not taking any chances that may tack on another hour to the already long drive upstate. I nudge her again before picking her entire body up from the bed, comforter and all. Levi, put me down dammit! Good, now shes awake. I hate being an asshole, and I know she really needs her sleep, but she can sleep in the car. We gotta leave within the next twenty minutes if we don't want to sit in traffic for hours. At the mention of traffic, she was on her feet and running for the bathroom, brushing her teeth and getting ready like she was going for the gold medal. Fifteen minutes later, I toss the bags in the trunk of my Range Rover and we are on our way to Woodstock. Im not really sure what to expect this trip. Thanksgiving was interesting to say the least. Star is doing good for herself, her house is beyond anything I ever expected for her. She is living the American dream with a bunch of bikers? Whatever makes her happy, but it certainly makes for interesting holidays. Fucking holidays. I don't want to think about it, but my mind wanders back to the last holiday I spent with my aunt and uncle. It was Thanksgiving, and most of the company had left for the night. The dishes were cleaned up, and my uncle was anxious for my aunt to finally pass out after her tenth Martini of the night. That woman could drink like a fucking fish. Id just turned eighteen, but I was no saint by any means. High school had been good to me, until my parents died. I became a recluse. Until Thanksgiving. Levi, you wanna come with me tonight? my uncle asked while we scanned the channels, stopping at the occasional football game. We didn't do much together, ever. Honestly, I just lived here without much interaction with either of them. Id be hitting the road soon anyway, I was old enough to move out and I didn't have much of a use for them anymore. Where ya goin'? He would always disappear all hours of the night and day. With no explanation, and when he came home, my aunt would always be pissed, but too drunk to do anything about it. A club uptown, Attraction. Sounds interesting enough. Maybe it would be good to get out of the house for a little while. The club was wall-to-wall packed. Id never seen anything like it. Women and men basically naked, all over the fucking place. It was like dying and hitting the fucking sex jackpot. My dick stirred in my pants as a blonde walked by and brushed up against my body. I take it you like what you see, my uncle's voice snapped me out of the fog of lust I found

myself stuck in. I only could nod in reply. Come on, I got a surprise for you, Levi. My uncle started walking in the direction of a long dark hallway. The dim lights hanging from the ceiling were red, and I could almost make out what looked to be torture devices on the wall. What.The.Fuck is this place? My pulse started racing, and instead of excitement coursing through my body, it was replaced by fear. What the hell was my uncle going to do? Give me to these perverts to kill? Fuck! For you, he opens the door to a small closet sized room. Its brightly lit, unlike the hallway. Theres a small bed in the corner, covered in silk blood red sheets, and theres a woman sprawled across it. Shes wearing a see through white teddy and a pair of white heels. Nothing else. Little is left to my imagination. Um... I don't even know what to say? What the fuck kind of club is this? I don't get it. Is she a prostitute? I can fucking get my dick wet without paying some broad to fuck me. This is totally not my thing. His hand nudges me into the room and closes the door. He is gone. I am still fucking confused as shit. It's okay, Baby, she coos across the room. I won't bite... hard. Her pink lips part, and she smiles. I feel a little more at ease, but not much. What is this place? I continue to look around, like I can see through the walls. Oh honey, is this your first time? She moves from the bed, and takes a few steps. Her body presses against mine and I can feel her stunning breasts press up against my body. Her hot pink fingernail runs down my cheek, and she whispers into my ear. This place is a club where adults come to explore their sexual boundaries. Are you an adult baby? Explore their sexual boundaries? What the fuck does that even mean? Whatever. So you aren't a prostitute? Laughter fills the room as she clenches her stomach in hysterics. She gasps for air, before finally stopping minutes later. Baby boy, you thought I was a hooker? Oh no no lovie, Im just a woman with needs, like Im sure you are a man with the same. I nod, as her hands run down my body, only stopping once she has my pant covered cock in her hands. The name is Cindy Lou, I'm gonna have some fun with you. Earth to fucking Levi! Seven's voice snaps me out of my own damn head. I can't fucking believe I spaced out like that. It's been fucking years since I even thought about any of them. Especially Cindy. Holy shit. I'm sorry, Seven. What were you saying? I white knuckle the steering wheel as I pull onto the Cross Bronx Expressway. I wanted Starbucks before we got on the highway, but you were in fucking La La Land dude! Whatever, I got a bottle of water anyway. She reclines her seat back and pops her prenatal vitamins into her mouth, chugging them down with the bottle of water. She is beautiful in her oversized sweat clothes, and the messy bun on the top of her head. I can pull off in Harlem before we hit the interstate. You want your hot apple cider? She hates the lack of coffee in her life these days, but when I waltzed in her office with the cider a couple weeks ago, she was sold on giving up coffee for another couple months. You wanna talk about last night? It slips out of my mouth before I even have time to think about it. After Seven had fallen asleep, I just laid in bed, wide awake thinking about all the reasons we shouldn't be fucking the way we want to. The worry. The baby. What is best for him or her. What about it? The fact that our sex life sucks now, or that my tits can double as fucking fire hydrants now? I can't help but laugh at the humor in it all. When her nipples sprayed milk last night,

it was probably the hottest thing I had ever seen. I could have fucked her over, and over again. She was so pissed, she took off, leaving me high and dry. Anal beads in my ass, and desperate for another fucking orgasm. FUCK! Just thinking about it is making my dick hard. It's just not safe, Seven. I don't want to tell her about my past. I don't want her to know about other women. I don't want her to know why I have the worry, but I don't want to push her away any more than I already have been. I just want her and my fucking baby safe. God damn it all to hell, being a good person is fucking hard. Levi, its fucking fine. Nothing is going to happen to Squishy because we bang. The doctor said it was fine! She is mad. I can tell. Her voice has that cute little screech. Most guys would hate something like that, I just love my wife all fired up. My fucking wife. Seven is my wife. Hell, I never thought I could even get her to date me, and she married me. The Harlem exit off the Cross Bronx comes up, and I pull the car off the highway. Instead of following the road a couple blocks down I pull in front of a dilapidated old building and throw the SUV in park. I turn to her, and she just looks at me with a puzzled smile. Seven, I didn't want to do this. I never wanted to talk about it. I never wanted to bring it up, but I have to. Her smile fades, and she pulls her hands out of mine. I hadn't realized Id even reached for her. Years ago. Long before Sinners & Swingers, I went to a club. I made a lot of friends there, did a lot of drugs just for fun. But I continued a friendship with a woman there for a long time. She was married, and came to play while her husband was off with others. It worked for them, and I was barely out of high school. I don't want to even remember this. I don't want to share my sexual exploits with her. I only want to think about the times weve been together. But, I know its not possible now. Levi... she starts to speak, and I hold up my finger and, for once, she pauses. I reach for her hand again, and kiss the tips of her fingers. My body starts to relax, and I know I can continue telling her if I am touching her in some way. I was maybe twenty-one, and the woman I spent the most time with there, she was over the moon about expecting her first baby with her husband. They were good people, they deserved it, ya know? She nods, and I take a deep breath. She was about four months pregnant, and still coming to the club. A lot of guys loved that, pregnancy fetishes and shit. She continued getting rough like she always liked. I don't want to finish this story. I don't want to tell my wife, who is almost four months pregnant about how some douche-bag killed this woman's baby. One of the regulars got really rough with her. She didn't think it would be a problem, and of course she loved it. Just like we both do. But, when she was done, she was bleeding. Bad. I still remember the night like it was yesterday, fuck, something that horrific you can never forget. It was bad Seven, she lost her baby. Right there, in the fucking club. I don't want you to hurt like she did. I don't want anything to happen to our baby. It would gut me if it did. I kiss the back of her hand, and pull her close, over the center console in the car. I'm not doing this because I want to hurt you, or for you to go without. I just never want to see something like that again. It fucked with me for a long time, which is why I stopped going to the clubs altogether. I could never go back there either. She nods, and I wait. Levi, if it means that much to you, we can keep to the vanilla as much as the two of us can. But I promise you, it won't hurt our baby, her lips brush across my cheek, placing kiss after kiss across my face until she lands on my lips. I love you Seven James-Parker. I put the car in drive and make it my mission to get across Harlem to Starbucks before we do end up in traffic.

(Seven) The car stops in front of Starbucks and my crazy ass husband double parks and bolts out of the car for my fix. I am left in the car praying a fucking NYPD officer doesn't appear out of nowhere and slap a fat ticket on the windshield. But worst of all, I am left to my own thoughts, with the story my husband just dumped in my lap. I mean, I knew about the kink club. I knew how his uncle turned him on to the scene. I know where his likes and dislikes come from. Hell, I know that at one point in time, my husband actually had a real man's dick up his ass to see if he was gay, bi, or just enjoyed anal play. None of which fucking bothers me at all. If anything, it turns me on like fucking nuts! But, I don't even know what to say about this Cindy chick. When he gets back in the car I just stare at Levi with my mouth gaping open. I knew there was a lot we don't know about each other, but I never thought there was anything this serious behind the easy going and fun loving man who won me over. I cringe because I hate serious discussions about anything in my personal life. It makes me incredibly fucking uncomfortable. I'm sorry, Levi. Really, Im sorry you had to go through that. I want to hug him, I want to let him know whatever happens with us, and our baby will be different. But then again, Im sure that would put him even more on edge. We need to work on finding some kind of kinky happy medium. We are both sexual creatures. We built our relationship solely on a kinky fuck. Where do we go from there without that in our relationship? Were do we go from here? The question lingers between us, and we both look stumped. Neither of us want to put the brakes on our sex life, but I don't want to drive my husband into a fucking nervous breakdown either. I may put on this badass bitch front, but I don't know what I would do if anything happened to him. We just need to find a middle ground, Seven. A middle ground, huh? I guess I could arrange that for another couple months. But as soon as my womb is vacant, it is on like fucking Donkey Kong. Levi, well figure it out. And we have a long weekend to start, I give him a wink and steal a kiss before he pulls back out into traffic, heading for the highway.

I blinked my eyes open, just as we pulled up the long gravel driveway of Star's spacious home; completely thankful I slept the entire drive. I really needed that. I would never let Levi know, but the long hours at work have really been taking their toll on me. A yawn escapes me, and I let out a moan while I stretch. You shouldn't be making those noises right now. Levi growls from the drivers seat. I can't help it, even after our talk earlier I can't stop thinking about fucking him six ways till Sunday. I don't want to tone it down, even though we will be in a house full of people. Star comes barreling out of the house, sweatpants, a tight t-shirt and bare feet. The car comes to a stop and I jump out. Maybe Im starting to get those maternal instincts?

Get in the damn house! You ain't got no damn shoes on, and there is fucking snow out here! She jumps up and down with excitement as I climb up the porch steps. The old farm house that was falling apart for years is slowly coming to life with all the small, yet beautifully fitting, changes she has started to make. Even at Thanksgiving, there was so much work to do, but now it looks like it belongs in a Christmas movie. Where is my best friend, and what have you done with her? I look to the right, seeing a giant decorated Christmas tree right on the outdoor porch sitting between two white Adirondack chairs. The railing is lined with bright blue Christmas lights and snowflakes. It really is festive. I have to give her that. I could never pull something like this off, then again, I could never live in a house like this. Eh, I just threw this all together. Magnolia helped me, its all what she wanted for Christmas. I can't help but smile at the mention of my niece. The niece I never knew I had. The niece Star stopped at nothing to find, even though she was right under our noses for years. I reach my arms out, and wrap them around my best friend. How is Maggie? I ask, just as the little blonde comes barreling out of the front door. Her long hair is free, hanging down her back and she is wearing a Hello Kitty pull over sweatshirt with black yoga pants. She looks like a carbon copy of Star, even though she decided to dye her hair dark. There is not the slightest hint of my brother in that child. Star's genes definitely overpowered him in every way. Not surprising, dick bag. Shes wonderful. Doing awesome in school, we finally finished her bedroom up! As she said the word bedroom, Maggie was grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the front door. Aunt Seven, you have to come see it! Yes, please. Just don't pull my fucking arm out of the socket, kid. She takes the stairs two at a time, I hold onto the railing for dear life; taking one at a time and, by the time I hit the landing at the top, I am almost completely out of breath. FUCK! We round the corner, and she pushes the bright pink door open. It looks like Hello Kitty shit all over the place. Her bedding, curtains, everything. I want to be sick, there is so much pink. But then again, what did I expect from the daughter of the woman with a My Little Pony sleeve? Its awesome, Maggie! I jump on the bed and kick my feet up, sliding my Uggs off and letting them hit the floor. Damn this bed is comfy. So when are you and Uncle Levi moving up here? Out of the mouths of babes. Damn. Is there a polite way to say fucking never to a little girl? Because I sure as shit will not be responsible for corrupting her. I have my own kid who is going to be scarred for life someday. Oh honey, we just can't. Our work is in Manhattan. Work, perfect excuse. I mean, without my parents here in Woodstock, it really isn't that bad. But Im never going to give up the board room, baby or not. I worked far too hard and too long to give any of it up. No fucking way. When Im on maternity leave, I will come up and stay here for a bit. I promise honey, I run my fingers through her long blonde hair and pull her in close. We lay in the bed for a couple minutes until Star peeks in the door. A tear streams down her face. Look at this, she says, and joins us on the bed. I can't help but feel my heart swelling. Over the years, all we have been through. The ups and the downs. The betrayal, and the heartbreak. The love, and the unity. I never thought we would have a moment even close to something like this. Its fucking perfect. This is my family, and no matter how much shit has changed over the last couple months of our lives, I wouldn't have it any other way. Come on Seven, let me show you what room you and Levi have. Its downstairs. Thank god, I don't think I could deal with the hustle and bustle of the second floor, way too many bedrooms, and

people coming and going. It was like she ran a fucking hotel.

Channeling My Inner Martha (Star) The house is full, jam packed full of family, and friends. I never thought I would see the day when the Bloom-James, and now Parker, clan actually had a picture perfect Christmas together, but we were getting there. Seven and Levi got here earlier, and shes in the kitchen trying to bake something, Im steering clear; if she lights the kitchen on fire, I don't want to be anywhere near when it happens. I placed a fire extinguisher on the counter and decided to hide in my bedroom. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. I sit on the computer trolling Pinterest for some last minute recipes. I know theres probably more than enough food, but I feel like I should be doing shit instead of just sitting around. I look up when Paisley comes barreling into my room and plants her ass on my bed with a dramatic sigh. She has been hot and cold since Seven drove her up on Thanksgiving. Something happened, I just don't know what. I have asked, but I won't pry because I know that isn't what she needs. I'm ready. Paisley lays her head down on my pillow, and grabs the decorative accent pillow, hugging it tight. A month I have waited for her to come to me. I take a couple steps, and plop down on the bed next to her and listen. When I was in Florida, I was stripping. I shouldn't be as surprised as I am. I mean, I did end up in the porn business, which isn't much different. Yup, all those daddy issues really did a number on us. I just wish Id known, I wish I could have been there for her, to help her, to guide her through it. I feel like Ive fucking let her down. It isn't the first time either. I ended up meeting this guy. You know the typical bad news assholes. Biker, drugs, good sex. Then, he beat the fuck out of me. I thought maybe he was different than all the other guys Id been with through my travels, and I was wrong. Again. I can see the tear forming in the corner of her eye, and I pull her into my arms across the bed. She rests on my shoulder, and continues speaking. I ran. After he put me in the hospital, I ran. Im sure they are still looking for me. He was in some biker gang, and I think I may need Chrome's help if he finds me. I want to move on. I want to be done with it all. I want to fucking do something with my life. I want the same for her, and Im sure Chrome would do anything to help her. If it comes to that, Paisley, we will protect you. No doubt about it. You stay here as long as you need to. I will help you get on your feet. Anything you want, Paisley, it is yours. It is the least I can do. She sits up and gives me another big hug and finally cracks a smile for the first time since she moved in at Thanksgiving. Her voice gets quiet, she is whispering like she doesn't want another soul in the house to hear what she is about to say. I like him, Star. Like, really like him. I freeze as I think about whoever the cocksucker was that she was shacked up with. The same man that beat her ass. How could she like him? How could she sit on my bed in tears one minute, and glowing the next? How? How can you like him after what he did to you, Paisley? You are better than that! You deserve better! I don't want to sound harsh, but it certainly comes out that way. Horror washes over her face. Her eyes scrunch up, and her mouth turns. Disgust clear on her face.

Not him, Star! River! Oh dear baby Jesus, thank you. Wait. What? River? River River? My River? Well, not really my River, but my new adopted baby brother. The same man who helped me through some of my darkest hours when I first stepped foot back in Woodstock. He is sweet, understanding, hardworking, and sexy as hell for a kid. I mean, for my man's little brother. First off, he isn't yours. You are shacked up with his big brother. She lets out a laugh, a real fucking laugh and Im finally relieved that Paisley is going to be okay. Second, those fucking eyes, Star! That body! Those lips! She starts to fan herself off with her hand in a dramatic fashion. My baby sister is crushin' on my baby-brother-in-law and I pray nothing bad comes from this. Looks like Im just going to have to play cupid this Christmas, I wink at Paisley and I get up to go find River, because Im pretty sure he has to be somewhere around the house.

These are supposed to be what? I ask Seven as I take a bite out of the sketchy looking chocolate ball. It isn't half bad though. Could use something... more sugar? Everything needs more sugar. Theyre Oreo Truffles, at least thats what the recipe is called. She tosses a small one in her mouth and immediately spits it out. Maybe they aren't as good as I thought? Thats fucking gross. How could you eat that? Seven starts laughing, and spits out the mouth full of chocolate disgustingness. Fuck it, Im so not cut out for anything domestic. At least she can laugh at her own failure in the kitchen. River rounds the corner, and reaches for one of the Oreo disasters, and throws it in his mouth before either of us have the chance to warn him. I watch his face carefully while he chews up the bitter piece of flavorless chocolate. He looks like he wants to throw up, but he continues chewing with a fake smile plastered to his face. I try to maintain a straight face, but it is way too fucking hard. I burst out laughing, and his eyes fly wide, and swing in my direction. Spit it out! You know its fucking disgusting! Seven laughs at him while he lunges for the garbage can spitting whatever is leftover in his mouth into the can. He looks from Seven to me, and back to Seven before he finally grows a sack and speaks. Thanks, really. That was fucking disgusting. Hes in the fridge searching for something to wash the taste out of his mouth. I continue laughing at him. I can't help it, because I know exactly how bad that shit tasted. Thats what happens when Seven is left alone in the kitchen for a couple hours. I catch my breath as River has a good laugh along with us. Then I remember exactly why I was looking for him in the first place. I know something you don't know, I sing across the kitchen in River's direction. His bright green eyes narrow at me as I continue to taunt him like we are back in sixth grade. Spill, Star. He continues watching me without any other words. I can tell hes interested, but doesn't want to show exactly how interested he is in my new found information. How do you feel about Paisley? I question him, and his eyes soften, his lips push together, but instead of a hard line a smile peaks through. BINGO! Shes sweet, quiet though. She's got some shit goin' on, he tries to play it off. Anyone around

here can tell something hasn't been right with her, but River is overly receptive when it comes to the sensitive side men should have. You think shes hot? Hes blushing. Fucking blushing. I want to laugh in his face, because this boy is so damn shy. But its adorable, and I begin to think River is exactly who Paisley needs to fix the fucking mess she has created with her life. Just like it took River, Chrome, and Magnolia to fix mine. Shes gorgeous, Star. All of you are. Trying to win brownie points. I gotta head down to the motel, Im not sure how the new girl is working out. He tries to make his escape, but I step in front of him before he is able to get out of the kitchen. Yes or no, River? I ask, and he knows exactly what I mean. I will play matchmaker the minute he says yes. Yes, Star. Yes, and he turns to walk out. Winning!

(Chrome) I should have been back to Woodstock a lot earlier than this. As I pull up the driveway I notice an obscene amount of cars. River, Paisley, Seven and Levi, and of course Ryker's bike. I thought everyone would be asleep considering tomorrow is Christmas eve, but the closer I get to the porch the more commotion I hear. But what I walk in on is nothing I would ever expect. The music is blaring Bing Crosby's Christmas tunes, and everyone is sitting around the Christmas tree laughing. Its like out of a movie, and it warms my cold heart. It has been so long since Ive been happy about the holiday season. I always try and make it the best for Scarlett, but Ive never been able to provide her with a real family Christmas. Scarlett and Star have become just as close as Magnolia and Star. She treats my baby girl just as she treats her own. The only difference is the fact that our family is split between two homes. I hope to change that tomorrow night. I walk through the door, and the small crowd erupts with a warm welcome home. It never gets old when Ive been on the road for a couple days. Something I am praying will come to an end soon. I love the club, but the responsibilities it has been placing on my shoulders lately is just too much. Thats when I see them, cuddled up on the couch, lost in each others eyes. They both look like love-struck puppy dogs and Im wondering what parallel universe I just walked into. Paisley laughs, and her long blonde locks fall into her face. River takes this opportunity to skim his finger across her pink cheek while he tucks the loose strands behind her ear. What the hell? I point at the two of them on the couch, and they both look at me like they got caught doing something wrong. Maybe they did? Im still trying to decide if Im happy about this pairing. When did this take place? Thats when my beautiful girlfriend cuts in. Over dinner tonight, aren't they an adorable couple? Her smile could light up the fucking Empire State Building. She is beaming, overjoyed that, not only is her sister finally out of the funk shes been sulking around the house in for a month, but my baby brother has been the one to pull her out of it. I don't know much about Paisley because she has been a recluse since she got here, but I do know that River is just about the best guy you can find. My mother really taught him well. Well, whatever. I shrug and pull Star off the couch into my arms. I missed you, and her lips crash on mine. It has been four long days thinking about this moment. I want to throw her over my

shoulder and drag her down the hallway to the master bedroom. I totally accept the fact that I am a fucking caveman when it comes to this woman. If you will excuse us for a few minutes, Star grabs my hand and starts to pull me toward the bedroom. I don't even need to make the first move, she clearly missed me just as much as I missed her. The living room explodes with hoots and hollers. The guys are whistling, the girls are yelling, and someone mentions something about protection. Ha. Yeah. Im not too worried about that. The bedroom door slams shut, and her hand moves behind me pressing the lock into place. Her tongue slides up my neck, and my hands fist into her hair. I pull her pony tail and tilt her mouth up to mine. I press my lips against her welcoming mouth. She opens without an ounce of hesitation. I missed you so fucking much, I lift her up and she instinctually wraps her legs around my body. The heels of her boots rest right on my ass, and I can't wait any longer before I bury my cock deep inside her perfect pink pussy. I back up to the bed and toss her down. I pull the white sweater dress up, only to discover this dirty little bitch isn't wearing any panties and I almost blow my load right then and there. No matter how many times I will be balls deep inside her, its never enough. Eternity will never be enough. She is just too fucking perfect. A moan slips from her lips and I can't fucking hold back anymore. Her hands work on the button of my jeans and my aching cock springs free. I can't take it anymore, I spread her legs and roughly slam into her. OH FUCK! she screams, and a long drawn out moan follows. With those little sexy noises escaping her, Im not going to last long at all. Jerking off for four days could never compare to the sweet warmth of her tight cunt. Fuck baby girl, it gets better every fucking time, I hammer into her harder with each thrust. Her hand reaches down between our bodies and rubs her clit. Shit! Star you know that fucking drives me crazy. a seductive smile spreads across her face, as she slides her hand further down and cups my balls. Thats all I need to tip over the edge. I slam my dick into her until my balls slap against her bare cunt, and I unload every drop of come I have deep inside her waiting cunt. As my dick empties the last bit of my seed, her pussy tightens around my dick, and she releases her own juices all over me. Watching her cunt squirt in release will never fucking get old, in fact the only thing I want to do is fuck her again as soon as I see her come every damn time. I collapse on top of her, and our chests desperately heave against each other as we try and catch our breath. Then, I hear it. A fucking giant crash outside the bedroom door. Followed by the hallway full of laughter. Fucking children. I don't need to open the door to know whats going on, since its pretty typical around the house these days.

Making a Move (Paisley) Most of the house has gone to bed for the night. Star and Chrome locked themselves in the master bedroom hours ago. Gross. Seven and Levi retired to the guest suite off the kitchen, and now just River and I sit on the couch bullshitting about anything and everything. Between my sister's big mouth, and all the glances Ive been stealing its obvious to River that Im interested. I just never thought he would be such a gentleman. Im used to assholes pawing at my clothing, or being interested in nothing more than a quick fuck. But, River. He is different. He is the sweet kind of guy I need to help me heal from all the shit Ive been dealing with over the past couple months. Let's be honest here, Florida really fucked me up. I never thought I would see the day when I had to put the moves on a guy though. I mean, Im not socially awkward when it comes to sexual tension by any means. I just want to approach this all in the right way. My head is swimming, and Im pretty sure I should have skipped that last beer. Come to think of it, Im a little shocked my sister allows any kind of alcohol in the house given her history. Maybe its just for the holidays? What the fuck ever. Why am I even thinking about any of this? Wanna come up to my room for a bit? We can watch a movie or something. I get up from River's lap, where Ive been comfortably sitting for the past two hours. There has been no uncomfortable moments, when our bodies connect everything feels right for the first time in forever. Im fucking cheesy. Got National Lampoons Christmas Vacation? River asks, standing up and stretching his legs. His arms shoot out over his head, and I can see the slightest bit of dark black hair on his stomach while his blue jeans ride low on his hips. Im momentarily distracted while I ogle his body, then I realize he just mentioned my favorite Christmas movie of all time. Screw White Christmas, or Its a Wonderful Life; National Lampoons is where its at! Is Rusty still in the Navy? I reply in my best Aunt Bethany voice, and River starts cracking up. Yup, something about this all is just right. His fingers lace between mine, and we make our way up the stairs, and to the end of the long hallway in the front of the house. My secluded bedroom sits far from everyone else, surrounded by two unoccupied spare rooms. I push the door open and my bare feet patter across the hard wood floor toward the television. The DVD is readily available because I have watched it no less than a dozen times since Star set me up in here. So generous with every last detail, from the king sized bed to electronics she wanted to spare no expense on. I felt bad, really bad. I know some day I will re-pay her for every last thing. I don't like owing anyone anything. Get comfy, I will start the movie. I point to my bed as he kicks his shoes off, and jumps into the pile of pillows. Just watching him sprawl out across my bed makes my heart skip a beat. Fuck. I should hold back. I should act like were in high school and just watch the damn movie, but all I want to do is fucking strip.

The opening credits of the movie start, and I make my way to the closet. I have no desire to actually keep these jeans on. Who wears jeans in bed anyway? Ive been uncomfortable for hours while keeping my Christmas best on, but Im finally in my own personal space. I poke my head out of the closet and turn toward River. Im just going to get comfy okay? He nods and mutters a whatever. I strip off the dark blue skinny jeans, and the white ruffled top. My panties slide down my legs, and I unclasp my bra. It joins the pink lace number on the floor. I pull a short, white, silk nightgown off a hanger. Something I never thought anyone else would be seeing, but here I am putting it all on display for him. I peek out of the closet, silently taking him in. It is in this moment when I realize whatever it is that I feel for him isn't the mere lust I have felt for every other man that has walked in and out of my life. It sounds stupid, like a line out of a fucking but, to me, its real. I can feel the pull from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. The stolen glances, the sweet smiles. The butterflies flutter through my stomach, and the desire flows through my soul. Its as intense as it can get, but I am sick of wasting time. I let go of the fear, and I go to him. As I walk across the cold floor, his eyes swing in my direction. His relaxed look changes while he takes in every inch of my exposed skin. I pull the covers down on the opposite side of the bed, and start to climb in when his hand reaches for me. Please don't hide, come here. He pulls me close, but not in the way you would expect. He settles me into the crook of his arm gently, while kissing the top of my head in the most respectful manner possible. I snuggle up close, and lay my hand on his chest. We lay like this for a while, watching the movie, and laughing at the hysterical one liners. I can't help but shoot up laughing when Clark Griswold starts his profanity filled Christmas rant. It is my favorite damn part. River still lays against my pillows, and my mind churns with thoughts of what I really want to be doing to him while the rest of the house is sleeping. Back and forth, I argue with myself. Should I? Shouldn't I? Fuck it. You only live once, right? Instead of lying back down in his warm embrace, I swing my leg over his body and straddle his lap. His gorgeous green eyes are bright with a hint of surprise, as his hand falls to my hip. Paisley? his voice is low, and the sexy baritone sound of his words excite me while they vibrate through my most intimate parts. I gaze up under heavy lidded eyes, meeting his heated eyes through my long lashes. River, I reply with a silly grin. His hand runs along my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ears, just like earlier. Every time our skin comes in contact, I can't help but notice a current that passes through our bodies. I can see it in the way he looks at me while we are so intimately connected, he feels it every bit as strongly as I do. Are you sure? his tone is sweet, and innocent. Everything I am not. But I know deep down, he has a wild streak in him. I can see the hidden look in his eyes when no one is looking. I've been watching him, I know it sounds creepy, but it is the truth. I want this, River. I want you. As those words slip between our bodies, into the crisp winter night, his lips press to mine. Gently at first, but with every instant that passes, it becomes more frantic, more possessive. My rosy lips part allowing his tongue to command control of my mouth, and my body withers under his touch. His rough hands control the rhythm my hips keep as my bare mound rubs against the straining erection under his worn jeans. His body jerks from underneath me and Im pinned against the bed. His strength overpowers me, as he presses me into the soft mattress. One hand holds both of my arms above my head as his mouth explores down my body. Drifting over the contours of my breasts, nipping through the thin nightgown

still barely covering my most intimate places. I never took him for a top, a man in control, someone who needs to dominate another. But looks can be deceiving, can't they?

(River) My control is slipping. The glances from across the room, the seductive way she bites her bottom lip when she thinks I am not paying attention to her. There have been so many nights I have jerked off thinking about her tied to my bed. Fucking her until my dick just couldn't take anymore. But I always stopped myself from pursuing her, because of Star. I didn't want to get involved with Paisley because my own personal needs are far too fucked up. Its been almost two years since Ive been with a woman I haven't paid. The whores let you do anything you want. But girls like Paisley won't tolerate my wants. My needs. I have to play this carefully, although, in all honesty, I should have walked away when she asked me back to her room. Now I have her pinned under me. Her body is warm, her tits are perfect. The taste of her skin is enough to send me over the edge. I really need to get up and walk away. There is no way I can do vanilla. There is no way I can fuck Paisley without sending her running for the hills. What would Star think of me? Would this fuck up the entire family dynamic weve started to fall into? But what bothers me most of all is my need to protect Paisley from the monster within me. She has been through enough, the bruises that covered her body when she rolled into town for Thanksgiving told that tale loud and clear. I would break her, even more than she has already been broken. I'm an asshole though, because I just can't walk away. It has been too fucking long since Ive had a wet pussy around my dick. I am sure I will go to hell for this, but why not just add that to my growing list of transgressions? My teeth nip at her hard nipple through the thin silk of her sexy nightgown and she moans. It isn't one of those sweet and sexy moans either, its almost a fucking growl. My pants tighten, and Im pulling at the hem of the nightgown. Desperate to get it off of her body. The nightgown tears and she laughs. The sound is music to my ears. Ive never loved the noises coming from a woman the way I do when Paisley makes the slightest sound. Her body lays back against the duvet cover of the bed, it is dark compared to her pale creamy skin. My mouth is watering, and I just want to tie her arms to the bed posts and lick her pussy until she screams. But I can't. I pull away and run my fingers through my hair, and she watches me through her heavy lidded eyes. Her long blonde hair cascades around her face, and with the glow of the full moon coming through the window beside the bed she looks like a fucking angel. This is a sign, but a sign of what? To leave her alone and just walk away? A sign to treat her like the angel she is? I fucking hate cryptic thoughts. My head couldn't be anymore fucked up over it all. I take a deep breath and pull my shirt over my head. Her hands pull at the button of my jeans, and for the first time in my entire life, I don't have the desire to punish her for making a move. If she was anyone else, I would have had her bent over, paddling her ass. But not Paisley. Not my beautiful angel. Fuck! What is wrong with me?

The sound of my zipper interrupts my thoughts, just as her soft hands graze my bare cock. Underwear are fucking overrated anyway. She moans as her fingers wrap around my cock, slowly jerking me off. I close my eyes and let my head fall back. I can't fucking wait anymore. I can't fucking stop. I need to be inside her, even if it kills the both of us. I won't let my fucking thoughts talk me out of it anymore. She is mine. Whether she knows it now or not, she is fucking mine. My thumbs push inside the waist of my jeans and I push them down, kicking them off. We stare into each others eyes for a moment, and the internal battle Ive waged with myself for the past almost two hours is gone. The undeniable beauty of her body wins and I can only pray I don't fuck this up. River, she speaks my name in a breathless tone, and it sends a fucking shiver straight down my spine. She shouldn't affect me like this, but she does. Unlike anyone before her. I grunt in reply while I trail my mouth up the side of her neck, kissing and sucking every inch of her apple smelling skin. Do you have... ya know? What am I supposed to have? As the tip of my dick grazes the soaking wet flesh of her pussy, I realize how fucked I am. I don't have any condoms, of course. Why would I? It's been months since I hooked up. Dammit. I wasn't fucking planning this. I push up from her body, and the second the cold air hits me I regret the choice I just made. I flop onto the bed, lying flat on my back with my arm slung over my eyes. Fuck, I mumble. Cursing myself for even letting this all get so far without a single thought of protection. I'll take that as a no? She rolls onto her side, and I feel her smooth skin and firm tits press up against my body. I want to reach out for her, pull her on top of me and make her ride my dick. But I fucking can't. No, I let out an annoyed sigh, and run my hands through my hair again. Something I do when I am pissed, or annoyed. All of which I am at this moment. It's okay. I mean... I'm clean and protected if you are clean, at first her words don't sink in. It takes me a second to realize the amount of trust she just put into me. We aren't strangers, but we certainly don't know shit about each other. If it was anyone else, I would say no. Girls looking for a free meal ticket. A baby daddy. But Paisley, she is different. Even if she pulled some bullshit like that, I wouldn't have a fucking care in the world because I wouldn't have to fight to make her mine forever. I am. Are you sure, Paisley? She doesn't pause, or think about the words that just came out of my mouth. Her leg slides across my body and her hot cunt hovers over my overly eager dick. I don't think I could be any fucking harder than I am right now. It has been years since I was this eager to fuck. This turned on. This desperate for a quick fuck. I feel her bare pussy sink down on my hard cock. Inch-by-inch her warmth engulfs me. It is the first time I haven't used a condom in all the years Ive been fuckin' and it feels downright fucking heavenly. Everything about Paisley is perfect, even down to her tight pussy. Her hips set a slow rhythm, and I hold onto her ass, squeezing while I work to keep the pace. Her moans echo though the room, interrupting the sounds of the movie starting from the beginning. My hands move up her body and cup her tits and her body slowly sags against my chest. Her nipples rub against my chest with every movement she makes. Her moans turn into a throaty purr. Is she fucking purring? Fuck me in the ass and call me Susie, that is the hottest shit Ive ever heard in my life. Her arms push against my stomach while she continues to ride my cock, never missing a beat. Im laying while she sits up riding me, and I have the most perfect view in all of the world. Her hand

snakes down between our bodies, rubbing out intimate connection, sliding over her slick clit while he free hand pinches her hard nipple. I can't take anymore. Fuck. I am not thinking about how beautiful or erotic this is. I just need her under me. As I flip her onto her back and push her into the bed she lets out the sexiest squeal ever. I grab her wrists, and thrust them above her head as I thrust my dick into her cunt until I am balls deep with nowhere else to go. Her purring returns and I start to drive into her. Gone is the slow rhythm we had. Replaced by my feverish need to fuck her, mark her, make her mine. My free hand pushes between our body, and my thumb rolls over her hard clit. She gasps for air, and lets out a sultry scream as her pussy grips my dick. Fuck, that feels good. I can't hold back anymore. As much as I don't fucking want to, I pull out and start working my own dick at a frantic pace. I focus on her perfect pink lips, flushed cheeks, and heaving tits, all the result of the orgasm I just gave her. When her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, I fucking lose it. I empty my come all over her naked cunt and stomach in thick bursts. She looks fucking beautiful covered in my seed. I will never be able to get this image out of my mind. But what she does next completely fucks me up for life. That was hot, she moans under her breath while her finger runs through the leftover come on her pussy. Running her finger through my release, she brings it up to her lips and sucks every last drop off her finger. Paisley Bloom, you have ruined me for life.

I should have left. Returned home to my closet sized bedroom in my brother's house. I probably would have headed home if I didn't already know my brother, Chrome, and niece, Scarlett were both asleep in this house. I have no reason to return home to the empty house. Paisley is asleep, tucked safely under my arm. This is the first time Ive ever spent the night with a woman. The first time Ive allowed myself to become this intimately connected. The last woman I shared a bed with was my mother, long before her life was cut short. This should feel wrong. This should feel scary. I shouldn't want to do this every night. But I do. I've been laying here watching her sleep for a good half hour. Her lips are perfect, her eyelashes are long and perfect. They look like they are fake, but I know there is nothing fake when it comes to Paisley. Her eyelids flicker open, exposing her ice blue eyes. Her lips curve up into a lazy smile, and I can't help but match it. Mornin', I say. She leans in to press a kiss to my lips and the door swings open. Paisley, I was wondering if you could... Seven freezes in the doorway as her dark eyes bounce back and forth between the two of us. I pull the sheets up over my head in embarrassment. It is clear as day what happened, because we are still buck-naked. Oh well, the cat will be out of the bag in three...two...one... PAISLEY AND RIVER!!!! she screams, her voice echoes through the hallway, and most of the house. Damn she is loud! She doesn't move though, standing in the doorway as I peek out from under the blanket wondering why the fuck she is still standing there. Doors all over the house open, and close and the footsteps start. Im fucking stuck, naked in this bed, I can't make a break for it. Shit shit

shit! It worked! Star's face appears from behind Seven, and the two start jumping up and down in the doorway. Chrome, Levi, Ryker, Scarlett, and Magnolia appear not long after. Every person in the house is now gawking at us. Why don't you take a picture, it will last longer, I yell at the crowd. They continue to talk amongst themselves like we aren't laying just mere feet away, naked. The crowd goes silent for just a minute before they all burst out laughing. Merry Christmas! Star laughs, and the door closes.

Am I Just Horny? (Seven) Did that really just happen? Levi laughs while catching his breath. I know we were all trying to push River and Paisley together. Of course I had no idea that would happen over damn night. We must really be that damn good. Speaking of hooking up, I need some action. What they don't tell you in those stupid pregnancy handbooks is the fact that most mornings you are going to wake up wanting to ride a big fat cock while you are bent over the toilet emptying the remainder of your dinner from the night before. I close the bedroom door, and pop the lock into place; something River and Paisley clearly forgot to do last night. Im just glad they were still under the damn blankets when I walked in. Jesus when did she grow up? Way to make me feel fucking old and shit. I slide the robe off my shoulders, and turn to watch Levi. He is unsuspecting, somewhere in outer space. I watch him for a minute as he sits down at his laptop to check his email. Something he does routinely every morning. Next typically comes a cup of coffee, followed by eight minutes in the bathroom with the New York Times. Once that project is accomplished, he lays his clothes out and embarks on a shower. I am about to fuck his morning plan all up. Hey baby, I sing in an overly sweet tone, as he turns his head, he is rolling his eyes. Of course, I know I only use this tone when I want something. He can read me like a book already, and I secretly like it. I would never tell another damn soul though. Levi's gaze drags up and down my body. I stand there in just a pair of his boxers and a tight fitted tank top. It has become my standard nighttime attire, especially with my expanding stomach and waistline. He shuts the laptop, and stands from the uncomfortable wicker chair and makes his way for me. I can't help but smile. He makes me smile. Smile as much as most little kids do on Christmas morning. I shouldn't be thinking about all the holiday festivities when all I want to do is fuck, but I am anxious to see how the next forty eight hours are going to play out. Holidays have never been good for me. I typically bi-pass the entire week with a bottle of whiskey, and several nights at the club. Neither of which I will be doing this year. Fuck. Here is to a new chapter in my life; thats for sure. I was thinking... I run my finger along the seam of his plain white undershirt, tugging on it as I press my lips against his ear. Maybe, we can have a little breakfast sex. It doesn't need to be playroom worthy, but I'd be a damn liar if I pretended I didn't need him inside me. You know, Seven, Im not sure whether you thinking is a good thing or a bad thing sometimes. But this, I could go for. His hands wrap around my waist and carry me to the bed. I can't help but laugh, as the nerves course through my stomach like hundreds of butterflies. As many times as we are together, it is just like the first. Well, minus the strap-on, abundant amount of lube, and me kicking his ass to the curb. I laugh, a deep, booming laugh that echoes through the bedroom. Levi pulls away, looking at me like I have finally gone off the deep end. Honey, I went off the deep end the minute I decided this domesticated life was going to work for me.

Did you ever think... after that first night that we would be here barely three months later? I can tell you, as much as I wanted him again, I never thought I would get married or have any children, ever. Like Satan should be coming up from the fiery pit of Hell announcing to Earth's population that Hell has in fact frozen over. Seven, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you would be my wife. You are my world. His lips press to my temple, and I melt into his touch. The way his words make me feel, fuck. I never knew what real love was, and I may not be the best person when it comes to all that emotional bullshit, but I fucking love that man with everything I have. His lips graze mine, and my body instinctively opens up for him. Our tongues dangle together in a passionate dance. We eagerly pull at each others clothes like we are teens in the back of our parents car. We are naked in no time flat, and I am begging him to press me into the mattress and take me. His smooth chest hovers above my body as he leans in to take my mouth again. But this time, his hard dick presses against my wet entrance. I moan into his mouth while I buck my hips up to meet his lazy thrust. He is hesitant, I am frantic. He is loving, I am needy. He is careful, I am impatient. Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me like you know I need to be fucked, baby. He is torn and I can see it in his eyes. He doesn't want to, but he does want to. I reach around his body and press the tip of my finger to his ass, and thats all the encouragement he needs. His cock plunges deep inside me, only coming to a stop once he finally bottoms out and his balls slap hard against my ass. God, Seven, he growls into my ear as his pace increases. He fucks me like he knows I need it, and just as my orgasm is about to take over, he lifts my body from the bed and we are moving. What the fuck is he doing? My back slams up against the wall, I wanted rough, and apparently, Im going to get it. His fingers tighten on my hip as his dick pounds deep in my cunt. With each thrust I climb higher and higher until I am screaming. At first, I don't realize how loud Im being, but the pounding on the door clues me in. I want to laugh, or yell back. Give them some good ol' Seven sass, but I can't. It feels too good to do anything but focus on the good fucking Ive begged for. You like that, Seven? Is that what you needed? each word is accentuated with a thrust, deeper, harder, more desperate for release than Levi has been in the longest time. I moan in response, because I can't formulate any kind of coherent words. My release churns in my belly, and I feel Levi tense up as he comes deep inside my cunt. Coating my pussy with this thick seed, spurt-by-spurt. Fuck it feels good. God damn! I yell as I fall over the edge. His fingers rub my clit as I scream with ecstasy. Now this is the kind of sex I was talking about. None of that bullshit married couples fall into once they say I do. Now, if we could just jump on that before baby sex list, I would be golden. Maybe I can ask for that as a Christmas present?

(Chrome) That little sack of shit forgot I asked him to do something for me this morning. Noooooo, he was too busy getting his dick wet inside my soon to be fiancs baby sister. The one who has barely spoken three words since she returned to Woodstock at the forced hand of Seven. I know Star was

playing matchmaker, I just thought River was smart enough than to get involved in something like that. Especially with the fucking way he is. Now, I have to disappear and pray no one notices for the next two fucking hours. If it wouldn't turn into a huge scene, I would try to fucking remind him of the simple damn task I left to him. Damn asshat boy. Although with Star's new found need to bake every cookie known to mankind, I don't think she will notice I left. Hell, the house could crumble around her and she would still be lookin' all fuckin' cute in her vintage apron cooking up a storm. I shake my head and just pray my plan for tonight goes off without a hitch. I knock on the guest bedroom door praying Seven and Levi are done with their early morning fuck. It seems like everyone in the house has gotten laid this morning, but me. Whatever. A bright-eyed, and bushy tailed Seven answers the door and pulls me over the threshold by the collar of my shirt. Hands off lady. I don't do that touchy feely bullshit with anyone. Only Star. Only ever Star. She bounces up and down like one of the girls would and I wonder exactly what happened to the tough as nails business woman who wanted to castrate me at Thanksgiving dinner. I mean, don't get me wrong, its probably better to be on her good side, but this is just strange. She doesn't suspect a thing, Seven mentions while picking up her phone from the desk. Everything is all set at Pierce and Sons, the small jewelry store I found the ring I just knew would look perfect on her finger. It is old, vintage. It isn't too big, but definitely not too small at all. Classic beauty for my perfect girl. River apparently isn't going to be going to get it, so I need you to cover for me for the next two hours. Make sure Star doesn't go looking for me. If she notices Im gone, tell her its club business and Ill be back shortly, and Seven? Thanks, you are a lifesaver. I nod in Levi's direction as he walks out of the bathroom and gives me a nod. I turn for the door and pray I can pull this off without someone tipping Star off, or having her figure it all out on her own. Im sure she isn't expecting anything like this since we have fallen into such a simple day-to-day routine since finding each other. But it just isn't enough for me anymore. I never thought there would be a day when I wanted a wedding, or a woman to wear my last name. But I found her, and I am never letting her go.

(Levi) That fool is as hard up as I was when I virtually kidnapped Seven and brought her to Vegas. Im sure Star will swoon over the over the top romantic gesture. Seven on the other hand probably would have kicked me in the balls if I brought up anything besides Elvis marrying us. That is what I love about her. How do you plan on distracting her for two hours? Its a legitimate question, when Chrome is around, Star turns into a fucking magnet. She seeks him out even if its just for a simple kiss. Have you looked in the kitchen yet? I don't need to distract her, she is distracting herself. Seven laughs, and I decide I need to investigate exactly what is going on. If for nothing else, comic amusement. I have to admit, Star has come a long way. I never cared for her, but knowing everything that I know now, I can't help but feel bad for everything she and Seven went through as children.

Yeah, it sucks that my parents died when I was in high school, but I had a great childhood. Star got the shit end of the deal on everything. If I ever fucking get my hands on that piece of shit brother of Seven's, I can tell you one thing, he would never fucking walk again. I would make sure of that. I round the corner into the kitchen and it looks like a fucking bomb went off. There is flour everywhere. Dirty pots and pans line the counters, and Star is smack dab in the middle of the kitchen chaos. Poor thing looks like shes barely treading water. Need some help? It looks like Im going to be the one keeping her distracted instead of Seven, but its probably better off that way. Seven can't make toast, if it wasn't for me and an extensive list of takeout menus Im not sure she would be eating enough to stay healthy for the baby. Oh god, Levi please! Her words are a plea. I want to laugh, but I won't, because it will only throw her into even more of a spiral. I make my way to the overflowing sink full of dishes and start there. What did I just volunteer myself for?

Fucked that all up (Paisley) Dinner is upon us, and the entire family is seated around the giant table. River is as far away as possible. After our morning got off to a rocky start, he bolted. I still don't know where he went since he didn't say more than two words to me before he took off. I would be lying if I said my feelings weren't hurt. I didn't take him for that kind of guy, but then again, I should have come to realize that all men are fucking dogs now. In between bites of surprisingly good ham, I try not to stare at him. This is becoming a love-hate relationship rather quickly. You would think after all the shit I have been through, I could pull off emotionally void pretty fucking well. Not when it comes to River though. I am surprised no one is asking me why it looks like someone ran my kitten through a meat grinder. Whatever game hes playing, hes winning. I look up again, swinging my eyes in his direction for the millionth time when I realize instead of looking into the side of his head, our gazes lock and he gives me a sly smile. I want to get up and throw my plate on him. How fucking dare you smile at me? No matter how hard I try, I can't pull my eyes away from his though. I hate every second of it. This pull is stupid. Everything about this is fucking foolish. I should have never come back to this shithole town. Rash? Yeah. But I just can't stay here. I tap on my glass a couple times to gain the attention of the table. Finally pulling my eyes from River, I rise from the chair and start in on my completely unplanned Christmas Eve speech. This will go down in history. I want to thank everyone for coming tonight, and my wonderful big sister, Star, for going above and beyond. I am so proud of you. The table erupts in applause and congratulations for her stellar Christmas accomplishments. You have been the best sister a girl could ask for, and I will always be grateful for that. The last month has been wonderful, and I appreciate all you have done for me, but... I fidget with the dress Im wearing, pulling it down and praying it covers my thick ass. I really should have gotten something more appropriate. I am going to be moving on in the New Year. Woodstock is nice, and Ive loved the time Ive spent here, especially getting to know my beautiful niece, Magnolia, I look over and give my little blonde angel a smile. She will probably be the only one Ill miss. Star is used to me being gone, but it will hurt to leave this little girl behind. I don't want to, but this is what I have to do. I got places to go, and people to see. Merry Christmas everyone! I sit back down in my chair, and once again my eyes fall back to River. Instead of seeing the relief I expected, his face is clearly pained. He is hurt, and I just wish I knew why. I was almost positive this was exactly what he wanted. Either way, I am not sticking around for a guy. No fucking way. I am just not that kind of girl. Where are you heading to first? Seven's voice fills the room. I should have known that Miss Jet Set herself would want to know my plans. Think quick, Paisley. I think Im going to hit up Vegas. Lies! All lies! Although, I have always wanted to go to Vegas. Maybe I could make some good money at one of those upscale strip clubs. Girls out there

make a fuckin' killing. I love Vegas. River chimes in from the other side of the table. What fucking game is he playing? His dark eyes run along my body as I pick up the nearly empty glass of wine in front of me and chug the rest. I smile in his direction, as the entire table watches us in silence. That's nice, I add. I want to punch him. Would it be too much to do it over Christmas Eve dinner, because I am pretty sure it wouldn't be a Bloom family Christmas without some kind of fucked up drama. His chair pushes back, scraping loudly against the hardwood floor and he turns for the kitchen, but not before he stares straight through me, A word, Paisley? Everyone turns to me waiting for my reply. It would be fun to push his buttons and ignore him, but I have a feeling it would cause more drama than I want to deal with from everyone watching me at this moment. Fuck, I hate being the center of attention! I push my chair back in a huff and reluctantly make my way to the kitchen. I don't want to do this. What the fuck, Paisley? River starts on me the second I round the corner. I should be asking him the same thing. He runs his fingers through his hair and turns away. It looks like he wants to punch something. He continues pacing back and forth across the messy kitchen. What does he want me to say? What, River? What the fuck do you want from me? Hes driving me crazy. Without even realizing it, I yell at him. Im sure my voice is carrying throughout the entire house, but I don't know what else to do. I don't know how to handle myself, which is why Im never good at this type of shit. Before I see him coming, he is across the kitchen and Im pressed up against the wall. His lips crash against mine. He takes me off guard, and I don't know what else to do but kiss him back, and I do; with everything I fucking have. I pour out all the betrayal I felt today into the single kiss. His lips pull away, and his breathing is labored. His green eyes memorize me. Why, Paisley? I don't understand his question. Why what? There are so many whys. Why what, River? We share a night together, and you ignore me all day. Act like I don't fucking exist. What do you want from me? All I wanted to do was give him what he wanted, uncomplicated. I silently plead with him internally, please just let me go. Fuck! Paisley, I disappeared because shit... there goes his hands into his hair again. Fuck, he is sexy when he does that. I wanted to get you something, I fucking went out shopping at the motherfucking mall on Christmas Eve because I didn't want to let you down. I blow out the breath I didn't know I was holding as he grabs my hand and pulls me against his body. His arm wraps tightly against me. I don't want you to go anywhere, Paisley. Ever. His thumb rubs along my bottom lip, and my body quivers under his touch. He slowly pulls away from me, and digs in his pocket, pulling out a set of keys with a heart shaped keychain. Certainly not what I was expecting. What exactly was I expecting? You are going to have to wait till the morning for your real present, so don't pout. He laughs, and I smile. Not realizing my face had shown whatever upset look I just plastered on it without thought. This, is a key to my house. It is a little sudden, but I was thinking maybe you would want to move in with me. No pressure. Its up to you. Move in with him? Ive never lived with a guy before. I mean, yeah, Ive done a lot of sleepovers, but Ive always had my own space to go back to. Is that something I really wanted to give up? Then again, this house isn't my space. Star owns it. This is her place, that she shares with her child. Am I just imposing? I'm going to have to think about it, Im honest, even though Im tempted to jump in and say yes.

It would be too much, too soon. Damn we just fucked last night. What is next? A trip down the aisle? Why is this on fast forward? But, River, I want to spend time with you, I want this. I want us. Its the truth. We just need time, I won't leave. I promise. His face morphs into the biggest smile Ive ever seen plastered to his face. I lean my face closer to his, and press my lips to his. Our mouths meet in a mixture of promise and lust. I want to drag him back up to my bedroom and share a repeat of last night, Christmas Vacation and all. That is when I realize its nights like this that I can share with him forever. No question in my mind. Behind us, someone clears their throat. More like an entire table full of coughs, sputters, and backhanded comments. Like we should expect anything different from our families? His fingers lace between mine as we turn to face our audience. Hey Ryker, you think we can trade chairs? The gruff biker eyes him before he grunts like a caveman and moves to where River was sitting before our kitchen discussion. So my house just got even more cramped huh? Chrome's voice crosses the table, and I instantly feel bad for telling River I will move in. I didn't even realize that he lived with Chrome. I am sure in passing conversation it has been discussed, but the past month has been a pretty big blur. I'm sorry, I can just stay here. I interrupt. I feel my face turning crimson as Chrome starts laughing. Star joins him and soon most of the table is laughing. I am not really sure what is so funny though. Honey, Merry Christmas. The house is both of yours. Scarlett and I are moving in here with Star and Magnolia. Star smiles like a love struck fool, and I know exactly how she feels because Im wearing the same expression. Both Magnolia and Scarlett screech like only tween girls can, jumping up and down, high fiving each other before flinging themselves into each others arms. YAAAHHHHHHH!

'Twas the Night Before Christmas and I'm hungry as Fuck (Seven) If I didn't know any better, I would think this small child is eating me from the inside out. I stuffed my face three hours ago. Star was putting food away, and I was picking at every plate as it went into the fucking fridge. Now here I am, plundering the fucking cabinets like a pirate. I am sure my ass will be the size of a house by the time I shit this kid out. A pan slams to the floor and I jolt. Turning around I see Levi standing behind me with an amused look on his face. Everyone had gone to bed almost two hours ago, including the both of us. I just couldn't sleep through the hunger pains. Damn it. Hungry again? he laughs, because this has become a common occurrence in the middle of the night. It always ensures something nice and fresh for me to barf up first thing in the morning. Oh the fucking joys. Not just for some leftover ham either, I wink as him because we all know Im just one horny ball of pregnant. I.Can't.Get.Enough.Dick. Come on, get your food, and come back to bed. I'll take care of you babe, he turns for the guest bedroom, but I grab his hand. I have another idea. I shove the cold piece of ham in my mouth savoring the sweet glaze and moaning in enjoyment. Levi's eyebrow raises while he watches the way I savor the cold leftovers. What? It's fucking good! Ive got another idea, I mumble with a half chewed mouth of food. I'm going for sexy tonight. Ha! I reach my arm out for him and pull him close to my body, pressing my tits to his chest through the thin t-shirt fabric separating us. He tries to pull me back down the hallway to the bedroom. All I can think of is sneaking across the kitchen and planting my fat pregnant ass right down in front of the fireplace, which is still giving off warmth. Nothing beats a good fireplace, seriously. Even in the city, it has been a must for me. The red brick accents are perfect for the rustic feel of Star's house. All of the handmade stockings Miss Domestic Goddess made hang with pride, and a homey touch. I have to admit a hint of jealousy. Who wouldn't? Everything is beautiful, I never thought Star would ever become such a well put together woman. My heart is so full of pride. But seriously, enough of this sappy bullshit, I gotta get laid. Seven, the house is packed, Levi laughs in a whisper as I pull him down onto the sprawling soft rug that lays center in front of the fireplace. To our right are the stairs leading to where most of the house is asleep. The left is a wall of windows, set behind the nearly nine foot Christmas tree decorated to a tee. Cranberries and popcorn strung, tinsel all over the damn place, and ornaments I never thought I would see again in my life. When has that ever stopped us, come on, Levi. Pppppleaseeeee, he can't resist when I beg. I know that. I will use every last weakness of his. I will totally bring out the big guns if he doesn't cave. He gets up, taking a few steps to the couch and tosses a couple accent pillows onto the floor before grabbing the huge blanket off the back of the couch. Something about fucking with a Santa Claus blanket seems so naughty. Right up my damn alley! What if Santa Claus catches us? he laughs, and lowers down to the floor. His body blankets

mine, and instantly my body is on fire. I have been aching for his touch, even if I was stuffing my face first. Pregnant priorities I tell you! Then I am guessing he will see how much of a naughty bitch I have been all year? I can't help but laugh, because its true. I pull the thin fabric of the t-shirt over my head and drop it onto the rug next to us. I open my mouth in surprise and cover it with my hand. Neither of us can take the situation seriously. Who could? His body presses against me harder pushing his hard cock into my stomach. His mouth leans in and takes mine in an urgent kiss. My mouth parts, roughly invading his with a smooth swipe of my tongue. My mouth catches the moan he lets out in between his heavy breathing. My fingers pull at the thin fabric of his boxers which are the only thing keeping us apart. Every second that goes by, I become increasingly frantic. This is the new normal though, I just can't get enough.

(Levi) In the middle of the damn living room. Leave it to Seven to take shit to the extreme, again. Not that I really mind. It wouldn't be the first time we almost got caught either. Fuck! I need to stop over thinking everything and just enjoy those fucking amazing tits pressed up against my naked chest. Those boobs, fuck! They just keep growing. Even though they were downright perfect before, I can't help but enjoy them even more now. As our mouths dance for control, Seven seductively sucks my tongue and Im done. I push my boxers the rest of the way down my legs, even though Seven has been fumbling with them. I need to dive into her. I just can't wait anymore. I fling my boxers off, and palm my cock; holding it right at her wet cunt. She is always so fucking ready for me. I wonder if I will be able to keep up with her new found stamina that has gone along with this pregnancy. She was insatiable before, but now Im worried she is going to kill me. Not that it would be a bad way to go. Death by fucking? My dick pushes against her opening as the wet warmth of her pussy envelops my erection. I will never tire of this feeling, it is perfect. Everything about being inside Seven is pure heaven. Nothing about this will ever get old. So fucking what if we built our relationship on sex at first. Who cares? I will never get why couples make such a big deal out of all the other emotional bullshit. If you don't fuck good together, you won't last. Simple as that. She bucks her ass, meeting my every thrust. Even on the bottom she wants control, but its become a give and take in the bedroom, just not in our lives. I can't lie though, there is nothing like the feel of her dominating me. Her hand pushes between our bodies rubbing her swollen clit. Seven's moans echo through the spacious living room, and her other hand grabs at my ass. Nails dig in and I can't help but let out a deep throaty moan of my own. It feels too fucking good. Her fingers sink lower, and lower until her hand cups my balls. WHAT THE FUCK? I'm not sure where that just came from, or who is yelling, but I get the distinct feeling we are no longer alone, and fucking on the living room floor may have not been one of Seven's best ideas. Both of our heads snap towards the stairs, in the direction of the voice. Star stands at the landing of the stairs with her hands on her hips with a confused look. I am pretty sure she wants to be mad, but she is mere seconds away from laughing.

Ooops, Seven laughs from under me. The vibrations of her body make me want to fucking come right this second, but the fact that we now have an audience has ruined that for me. Really guys? Seriously? There are kids in the house! Mother Star has spoken, and now we shall be banished back to our bedroom. My bad, I keep forgetting about the flock of kids in our lives. They fucking popped up out of nowhere! Seven laughs, and its true. I am still frozen in place, balls deep in Seven but my hard-on has taken a run for the hills. I just don't want to move. I kick my foot around looking for my missing boxers while Seven shifts, throwing the blanket over me. Without second thought she stands up, completely naked, grabs her t-shirt and walks down the hallway. Before she turns the corner, she points at me and in a stern tone says, I'm not done with you, and Star just laughs. Do I really look that fazed?

(River) She almost fucking left. Vegas? Really? Had I ignored her badly enough that she wanted to take off? I feel bad, I really do. I just didn't want to fucking scare her off. Maybe she wants more? I just don't trust myself around her. Every time she touches me, all the caveman instincts running deep within my body rage to the surface. I want to grab her by the hair, and fuck her up against a wall. I went home for the night with the idea that I needed to distance myself a bit. That didn't last long since Im sitting on the living room couch in Star's house now. I came back, almost as soon as I left. The entire family is celebrating Christmas first thing in the morning, and I didn't want to miss a single moment of Scarlett opening presents. It never gets old, she is my world. Now, Im just debating on where Im going to sleep. The couch is comfy, there is an open spare bedroom, or do I return to Paisley's room. Will she even let me back in tonight, or will she think whatever this is between us is only based on sex. God, the sex was awesome. Fuck this, I want her. I want her tonight, and I don't want to wait. I won't fucking wait. Shes mine now, and I am not going to bother myself with fucking sleeping alone because Im worried about what she may think. When did I turn into such a fucking vagina? I quietly climb the stairs two at a time until I am standing in front of her door. I try the knob, but its locked. I guess after the show last night she remembered the door actually does, in fact, lock. I knock a couple times, and I can hear the bed shift. Paisley, I loudly whisper. Then I hear her bare feet making their way across the hardwood flooring. The knob unlocks and turns. I feel like the breath has been knocked out of me. She is gorgeous, even more so with her sleepy rumpled blonde bedhead. The short red Mrs. Claus type nightgown hangs to her knees, and she rubs her eyes. I want to be gentle. I honestly do. But, I can't. I push my way through the door, passing her and pacing a couple times across the floor. All while her beautiful baby blues follow me. She doesn't say a word, she just watches, taking in every simple movement I make. My hands fly through my hair repeatedly. The black spikes stand on end, and heat washes over me. I need to touch her. I need to take her. I can't fucking hold back. I roughly grab her by the hips and thrust her back against the bedroom wall. She watches me with lust filled eyes, while I pull at my jeans. My mouth finds hers, every action full of need, not want. She

kisses me back as if her life depends on it; this only encourages my inexcusable actions. My tongue invades her mouth, and she welcomes it. Her warm mouth tastes like mouthwash, mixed with sugar, late night Christmas cookies and I swear it is the best fucking thing I have ever tasted. Paisley's tongue massages mine, and I lose it. I pull my dick from my pants, and spin her around. I lift her arms above her head, holding them with my free hand as my jeans fall to the floor. The thud of my belt buckle carries through the room, and I hike her nightgown up just enough to catch the view of her perfectly round ass. No fucking panties. She is trying to kill me. Without thought, I slap her ass. The crack sings through the silent night air and its fucking music to my ears. I need no more encouragement as I slam my rock hard cock into her from behind. She gasps with surprise and I continue to pump into her. Her moans get louder as I get rougher. I can't get deep enough inside her, it just isn't physically possible. I need more. I want more. Fuck! Her cunt tightens around my throbbing cock, and I feel her start to ride the wave of her orgasm. As she moans my name, her pussy locks like a vice grip and I can't fucking take it anymore. I push into her one last time and hold still. Releasing my seed deep inside of her slick cunt. Spurt by spurt it floods into her, and I remain frozen in place. My hand releases her wrists, and both arms wrap tightly around her body. I place a kiss on the back of her neck, while I burrow my nose into her hair, inhaling deeply and enjoying her sweet scent. Fuck, I'm sorry, I breathe out against the hot skin of her neck. I shouldn't have been so fucking rough. I hate that I can't control myself around her. I hate that I know my own behavior is going to scare her away. I pull out of her, and start to back away when her hand grabs mine, and pulls me close to her. I rest my forehead against hers, and she places the sweetest most intimate kiss against my lips, and repeats the same on both of my cheeks. The act is, by far, one of the most personal moments Ive ever shared with a woman, and I surprisingly like it. Everything about Paisley, I fucking adore. It's okay, River. I love every moment I share with you, she whispers into my ear, and Im pretty sure Im a fucking goner. I just hope she can accept me. All of me. All the fucked up pieces, the damage my parents caused, the resentment I live with every day when it comes to Chrome. I may hide myself well, but I am not the sweet, good guy everyone seems to think I am. I pray Paisley can repair me.

(Seven) I haven't seen four in the morning in years. I mean, of course I have pulled all-nighters, but I have never gone to bed only to get up a whole three hours later and watch kids tear presents open under a Christmas tree. Im sure this is something Im going to have to get used to, but this whole picture perfect Christmas morning stuff is doing a number on me. I yawn and fall back on the couch. Levi's arms wrap around me, and I snuggle in close to his chest. Maybe if I doze off no one will notice. O-M-G! Magnolia screams through the sea of wrapping paper covering the floor. Kids actually speak in text now? What is this world coming to? She stands, leaping across the room heading straight for me. Fuck! THANKYOUSOMUCHAUNTSEVEN!!!!!! Take a breath child, please. Don't pass out on account of a damn present. I look at elf Levi next to me wondering what the hell he bought this child that has her bouncing off the walls. He gives me a wink and she waves the box through the air. Just what I wanted!!!!! she yells some more. An iPad box presses tight against her chest. She is hugging the box. Well, at least I get super aunt points my first year in this game. Counts for something right? Be sure you thank Uncle Levi too, I give her a hug, and go right back to my human body pillow. I smile when I think about the box under the tree I wrapped for Levi. I hid it all the way in the back, so the kids and everyone else would have their excitement first. Star sits next to the tree, in between Chrome's legs passing out all the presents. Reading each label carefully, and tossing the gift in the appropriate direction. Im almost asleep again when I hear her call my name. A present? For me? No way. She tosses a small box in my direction, and I grab it before it nails me right in the forehead. I'm gonna get you back for that, bitch. I growl at her while I read the label. It reads: To: Seven From: Levi I thought we have agreed no gifts? I mean, yeah he agreed to it. I didn't. But I didn't want him to get me anything. Fucker. As I pull at the corner piece of wrapping paper, Levi wiggles out from under me. Moving a safe distance away, because I am sure he thinks Im about to chuck this box at him. Inside there is an overwhelming amount of tissue paper, I pull and I pull until there is nothing left in the box but two tickets. Plane tickets? We're going to Paris before the baby is born. Call it a baby-moon. I think Im going to cry. Wait. Seven fucking James can't fucking cry, especially in front of all these people. I choke back the lump in my throat, and I pull my scheming husband into my arms. This is probably one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. Hell, he is the only person who has ever gone out of his way for me, and I love him for it. Without a single doubt in my mind. Wait, Levi... there is something here for you too, Star interrupts, and hands him the box. It is small, but the contents of it have such meaning in our relationship. I thought long and hard about what I wanted to give him as a gift. It is more than just a present, it is a commitment, a step in our

relationship. While we have gone at warp speed, we are still wading through the waters of each other. We are new. We are anxious, and wary at times. He walks on eggshells, and I try to be gentle with him. Because that is what he deserves. I thought we said no presents, Seven? he questions me while he works on the sleek silver bell wrapping paper. I give him a grin, and give it back to him. I thought thats what we said, and holding the tickets up I laugh. Okay... he opens the box.

(Levi) Im not sure what Im supposed to make of this. I think Seven knew I was going to break our no present rule, but I never expected anything from her. Now, Im sitting here staring at the most cryptic present Ive ever been given. There is a letter with my name on the outside of the thick off white envelope, and a set of keys. What is all this? I look at her, and she is damn near bouncing up and down on the couch. A big change since she was dead asleep on me a few minutes ago. I pick the keys up out of the box, and she fumbles with her cell phone. She taps the screen a couple times and clings the device to her chest. You ready? she asks, and all I can do is nod. She turns the phone in my direction, and there is a picture of a house. The white picket fence type. Its blue with perfect country white shutters. A big wrap around porch, and a perfectly manicured lawn. Those keys, go to this house, she takes a deep breath, and drops the phone. I know I wasn't ready before when you wanted to make this step, but I needed to do it on my terms, Levi. This is our new home, its a five bedroom county home in Greenwich. We can both still commute into the city. This is our home, Levi. Our family home. Of all the things Ive never expected from this woman, it was her giving up the city. Giving up her easy commute, her penthouse palace. Seven James moving to the 'burbs? Wow. I can't say anything because, for once, this woman who typically drives me up a wall has left me utterly speechless. Which is pretty damn hard. Its more than just a house, its a new chapter for us. I can still hear her asking me to leave when I brought up getting a place together. Those weeks were fucking agony. But, it all makes perfect sense now. The control freak herself could make this step, as long as she was the one initiating it. This is the best gift, well, besides our baby, I grab her and pull her into my lap. She kisses my cheek, and squeezes me tight. Open the envelope, she whispers in my ear. Not the documents for the house? she shakes her head, and I pull out the letter. Dear Levi, In the short time we have been together, we have been through a world of change. We are about to embark on this biggest and most wild ride either of us have ever been on. I knew life would be different, so this is my way of telling you effective January 1st, I am resigning as CEO of Alexander Mobile. In the long run, this is better for our family.

I will be focusing on starting my own firm, and I hope you will join me in this project. Together, we can take over the world. A new baby, a new home, a new beginning. Your Seven I never thought I would see the day when Seven James could walk away from Alexander Mobile. It was more than a company and business takeover for her. It was revenge. But with Daniel gone I guess she doesn't need it anymore. I feel like I want to cry. We have come so far. She has let her walls down so much for me. I only hope that I can never let her down like I have let so many down in my lifetime. I swallow the lump in my throat, and squeeze her as tight as she is still holding me. I would follow you anywhere Seven, anywhere.

(Star) HA! Seven Fuckin' James just fucking gave up Manhattan. I don't know whether to laugh or cry because Im pretty sure the apocalypse is coming. I want to wave my hands and scream about the end of the world. The zombies are coming! Dooms day prepper's were right! I should have a storm cellar filled with guns and tear gas. Dammit! Congratulations on leaving Manhattan, I laugh as they maul each other on the couch. Good for them. It warms my heart to see Seven so damn happy for once in her life. It has been such a series of ups and downs over the years. She deserves it. All the presents are distributed, the family is happy, and I am pretty sure Christmas is a fucking success. I didn't think I could pull it off, and for a while, I was worried everything was going to crash and burn. But it didn't. A giant damn surprise, but it didn't. Chrome's arms tighten around my stomach, pulling me in tighter. Closer to his hard chest. My favorite place to snuggle up. River gets up, and walks into the kitchen and Paisley tails behind him. They are adorable together. I really am glad they found each other, even though they may kill each other. That blow up in the kitchen yesterday, I was worried. I guess hooking up siblings isn't the best idea, but whatever. Something jingles through the house. Its a bell? River and Paisley come around the corner with the tiniest little puppy in their arms. She is gray and white, and I want to eat her. River puts her down on the floor, and she runs for Chrome. What the hell? Go see Mommy, he says to the dog, as it climbs up in my lap, trying to get to him. The puppy settles for me, and starts licking my face. Every home needs a dog, Chrome says as he roughly rubs the puppies head. Her name is Willow, she is a blue nose pit bull, and she is yours. Merry Christmas Star. I can't help but smile. This is the best present anyone has ever given me. It means so much, and since we won't be adding to our family anytime soon, she is absolutely perfect! I pet her, and pick her up to snuggle her soft fur against my face. Her energy starts to fade, and she is sleeping in no time at all. I even got her one of those fancy name tags, but if you want to change her name I understand, I

wouldn't even think about changing her name. It's perfect, Chrome. I run my hand along the collar, pulling at the tag to take a peak. But there is no tag. I spin the collar around her neck, and spy the diamond ring connected to the collar with a small red ribbon. As I turn in Chrome's arms, he slips away and rises into a kneeling position and my heart plummets to my stomach. I've never been a commitment type girl. I've never dreamt of a big wedding, or a poufy white dress. Right now, I can only think of being that girl, because this man makes me the happiest I could ever imagine. Star, I never thought I would find someone like you. I've wandered through life in the dark, grasping for some sort of normalcy. Then I found you. You are my everything. You are beautiful, and sweet. The best mother I could ever ask for when it comes to Scarlett. We don't have to get married soon, hell, it could be years. But, I can't think of anything in life that I want more than for you to wear my name. Don't cry. Stop it. I can't cry. I don't want to cry. Oh fuck it! The tears pour down my face as I nod my head. Yes, is all I can squeak out, and the entire living room comes to live with cheers and congratulations. The poor sleeping puppy freaks out and starts howling. Chaos is the best word that can describe this moment. But chaos is how Ive always lived my life. I thrive on it. It makes me happy, and completes me. My soul wouldn't thrive without it. It may not be for others, but it is for me. This is my family, and my life. I wouldn't rather be anywhere else in the world right now. Merry Christmas to all!

Merry Christmas from the Crew Seven, Levi, Star, Chrome, Magnolia, Scarlett, River, Paisley, Ryker, and of course the newest addition Willow.

I know what you all are thinking. This bitch went soft for a guy. Quit her job, moves to the 'burbs and lost her edge. And maybe in the slightest way, I have lost a piece of the Seven I was for so many years. But the piece that I left behind was the damaged, bitter, broken bitch that was toxic. There was no moving on to a happily ever after in life with that baggage. Maternity leave is off the table, rough sex isn't going to stop; no matter how hard my husband tries to convince me otherwise. I'm not going to hang off the ceiling or any crazy shit, but a girl has needs! I'm not a Dom, I guess I really never was. I just harbored the need to be in control and used sex to reach that need. Something I never knew until Levi walked into my life was the fact that I was incredibly lonely. I am glad this all has changed. I am excited to share the next journey of our lives together with you, and that will come sometime in 2014 with Levi and my second book: His.

Dawn is a woman of many colors. Born and raised in the North-East, the youngest child of three, to two hard working, and extremely dedicated parents, she thrived on her love for creative writing; which started with the Narnia series. Her commitment to hard work lead her down a number of career paths over the years, stopping with her love for fiction. Dawn is a mother, entrepreneur, and self-proclaimed book whore; who enjoys whiskey, iPhones, and kink. She also loves to hear from her readers, so feel free to drop her a line anytime! Where to find Dawn: Facebook: http://facebook.com/authordawnrobertson Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/eroticadawn On the Web: http://authordawnrobertson.blogspot.com Through email: AuthorDawnRobertson@gmail.com

Letter from the Author:

I want to thank every reader who has taken the time to read Hers, Finding Willow, and now Kink the Halls. These are my babies, and you have treated them with such love. When everyone asked for more Seven and Levi I tried to think of a fun way to bring you more of their story, and so Kink the Halls was born. In the upcoming months, I have a lot of news coming including a number of new novels, as well as a new series of novellas. February will bring you This Girl Stripped. This is River and Paisleys book, and I know you guys are really itching for more from them after reading Kink the Halls. May will bring His, Seven and Levis second book. I cant give you any more details on that yet, but keep checking www.EroticaDawn.com for info! I have signed two of my Contemporary Romance novels with Beau Coup Publishing. These will be available by January. I am unsure of the titles, or further information now but when I have it, I will post it on my site! Lastly, I am announcing a new novella series. (Which very well may turn into full length novels knowing how I work.) The Vegas Girls series will kick off with Uncomplicated between January and March of 2014. I want to thank everyone for all the support, My email box is always open for every last one of you!