His eyes spark, and his lips twitch in amusement. He’s enjoying this. “I ain’t about to stop you if you want my cock in your mouth, darlin’,” he drawls. The mother fucking man is infuriating, but by sucking his cock, I would have a better chance of getting what I want out of him. “Ain’t going to happen. Evenif you blow my mind with that fuckable mouth of yours.” He smirks, reading my thoughts.
“I will do it,” Beast declares. I turn to look at Beast. “Don’t bother me. I’ve acted my way out of trouble before. I’m sure I can pretend to be a fat fuck that likes kids and cookies.”
“Jesus, man. Trust you to make Santa sound like a fucking peado.” Hawk snorts.
“Thank you, Beast.” I smile at him before glaring at Ghost. “You’re going to have to work real hard to get out of my bad books, Casper,” I warn as I go to take a seat. He grabs me by my arm and yanks me to him, and as I slam into his chest, my palms splay out.
He leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “One lick of my tongue over your delicious little cunt will have you forgiving me and begging me for more,” he growls in a low, throaty whisper.
I smile a devilish, seductive smile as I graze my lips over his stubbled cheek. “The mood I’m in, Casper, I will be taking my seat on your face, riding your tongue and your mouth until you’re begging to come up for air.”
He chuckles, and the rumble vibrates under my palms on his chest. “Darlin’, I would never beg you to let me stop. If I’m to suffocate from eating your perfect fucking pussy, then darlin’, take this as my suicide note, because there ain’t no other way I’d rather die.”
My nails dig into his chest. “Damn you, Casper,” I breathe.
He nips my lobe between his teeth. “Later, darlin’,” he says with a low, threatening tone. I turn back around to face everyone as Ghost wraps his arms around me, holding my back to his front.
“Okay, so that’s everyone sorted,” Belle finishes.
“What? Wait, I didn’t hear who else got what?” I state, looking around.
“That’s because you were busy in your little sex bubble.” Maggie grins.
I shrug, not even sorry. “We may have to leave the cabin if we get the call,” Elsie says with a hopeful smile. Scar takes her hand in his, lifting it to his mouth and placing a kiss on her palm.
“You heard from the agency?” I ask.
“No, well, they said it could be any day.” Elsie sighs with excitement and anxiousness. I hope they get the call soon. They have been on the list waiting for a baby for over six months. They’ve had pregnant mothers choose them but then decide to keep the baby once it’s born. Which I understand, as do they, but it doesn’t make it any less heartbreaking for them. So now they have asked the adoption agency not to inform them that they have been chosen. To just call when it’s a certainty. Jared helped them falsify their records to make them out to be model citizens, so now they just wait for the call they have longed for.
CHAPTER THREE
STAR
“Holy shit, this is utter chaos,”Belle mutters.
“It’s carnage,” Josie agrees.
“Remind me again why we are here?” Nova asks with wide eyes.
“We are here because we have the last of the presents to get, and one of them I have pre-ordered for Storm. She has not stopped asking for it. I had to hunt high and fucking low for it,” I state firmly while watching kids running around wild in the middle of the mall, grabbing empty display presents and ripping them open in a frenzy. Parents are chasing after them, pleading with them, and one of them is biting down on Santa’s candy cane house.
“Holy shit, that kid just kicked that elf in the nuts,” Alina points out.
“Okay, we stick to the plan. We get the toys, we get out, and we immediately start drinking. Deal?” I say, turning to face them and placing my fist out. They each place one of their hands over the top until we are standing in a circle. “Good. No ol’ lady left behind. Don’t deviate from the plan. If a pleading mom asks for your help, you don’t stop. Keep moving and avoid all eye contact,” I order, talking to them like they are soldiers about toenter a warzone. As I look around at the utter carnage, I notice that it isn’t actually too dissimilar to battle. “Do not feel guilty. They would do the same if they were in our situation. Show no weakness. On three?” I add.
“On three,” each of us chants before breaking the pact.
We all move, dodging flying decorations and candy. I duck as a screaming rabid child jumps off of the roof of the grotto.
“What the fuck are these kids on? Crack?” Maggie screeches as she too has to duck out of the way.
“Sugar, and Christmas spirit. It’s a lethal combination,” Rhea answers, yanking my arm and pulling me back so I don’t get hit by a giant falling candy cane.
“Man down!” I hear Dixie cry out from behind and wave her hands frantically as three kids dive bomb on her.
“We are coming! Hold on!” I call out before turning back around, swerving and dodging flying toys and parcels. I feel my ankle being grabbed, and I turn around to see a desperate mum huddled behind one of the trees.
“Help me get out of here,” she pleads. I look at her with sympathy in my eyes.
