Wassail Woes by Diane Taylor
What happens when Bah-Humbug meets... Oh.. My!
And found herself flat on her back in her own driveway with a leather clad man pinning her down. When she tried to look at the reason for this sudden predicament, the man pulled her head into his neck. "Keep your head down." He rumbled into her ear. "My bike just exploded. Give it a few more moments."
Mentally, she groaned. Old Spice. Why did he have to wear Old Spice? The one scent that always drove her insane with desire. Burying her nose in the stranger's neck, she inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. After a moment, his lips began to kiss their way up from her shoulder, giving little love bites in the process.
"Don't tease, woman. I may be in pain, but I am still a man. One who has been away for a very long time."
"I can tell that," she wriggled her hips, feeling the massive bulge press into her body. "But if you don't want the firemen and the cops to think you're trying to rape me, you'd best get off of me so I can help you into the house." She nipped his ear. "Besides, I don't even know your name."
He smiled and rolled off her, then stood. "My name's Kris Odinson."
"I just bet you get a lot of really tasteless holiday jokes."
"A few." He looked off in the distance. "You're right. I can see the lights."
The blare of the sirens became louder as the vehicles approached. Jeri stepped up to his side and under his right arm. "Lean on me and we'll get you inside and off that foot. I'll have enough explaining to do to these lily-white police officers when they find you sitting on my couch and get a good look at the decorations." She blushed at the idea of what the straight-laced community would think of her home. "By the way, I'm Jeri Butler."
"A nice name. I guess you get teased about your name as well." He smiled as they reached the porch. "Guess I don't have to ask who killed the man of the house."
They grinned at each other and said, in unison, "The Butler did it."
The front door opened and Kris looked up to spot the Mistletoe. A devilish smile came to his face as he looked at her. "You know this is a very interesting place to put a sprig of that mischievous little herb, don't you?"
Jeri grinned impishly. "Well, I had planned on my friends greeting people at the door with kisses. It's a friendly tradition amongst us four people. Everyone else just goes along with it."
"Well then," His shaggy head swooped down to nibble her lower lip, "allow me to be the first kiss for this plant."
Her words of agreement were silenced as his lips claimed hers. Strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist to draw her closer as their tongues met, and caressed. Slowly, he plundered her mouth, turning her blood into molten lava. Groaning, she ran her hands up his back, feeling the tautness of the muscles there as Kris moved to become more demanding.
Sternly, she told the good sense in the back of her mind to go to hell as she gave in to the total sensation of being held by this strange man in the doorway of her home.
Suddenly, her front lawn lit up like a red and blue Christmas tree and someone yelled, "Freeze!"
And found herself flat on her back in her own driveway with a leather clad man pinning her down. When she tried to look at the reason for this sudden predicament, the man pulled her head into his neck. "Keep your head down." He rumbled into her ear. "My bike just exploded. Give it a few more moments."
Mentally, she groaned. Old Spice. Why did he have to wear Old Spice? The one scent that always drove her insane with desire. Burying her nose in the stranger's neck, she inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. After a moment, his lips began to kiss their way up from her shoulder, giving little love bites in the process.
"Don't tease, woman. I may be in pain, but I am still a man. One who has been away for a very long time."
"I can tell that," she wriggled her hips, feeling the massive bulge press into her body. "But if you don't want the firemen and the cops to think you're trying to rape me, you'd best get off of me so I can help you into the house." She nipped his ear. "Besides, I don't even know your name."
He smiled and rolled off her, then stood. "My name's Kris Odinson."
"I just bet you get a lot of really tasteless holiday jokes."
"A few." He looked off in the distance. "You're right. I can see the lights."
The blare of the sirens became louder as the vehicles approached. Jeri stepped up to his side and under his right arm. "Lean on me and we'll get you inside and off that foot. I'll have enough explaining to do to these lily-white police officers when they find you sitting on my couch and get a good look at the decorations." She blushed at the idea of what the straight-laced community would think of her home. "By the way, I'm Jeri Butler."
"A nice name. I guess you get teased about your name as well." He smiled as they reached the porch. "Guess I don't have to ask who killed the man of the house."
They grinned at each other and said, in unison, "The Butler did it."
The front door opened and Kris looked up to spot the Mistletoe. A devilish smile came to his face as he looked at her. "You know this is a very interesting place to put a sprig of that mischievous little herb, don't you?"
Jeri grinned impishly. "Well, I had planned on my friends greeting people at the door with kisses. It's a friendly tradition amongst us four people. Everyone else just goes along with it."
"Well then," His shaggy head swooped down to nibble her lower lip, "allow me to be the first kiss for this plant."
Her words of agreement were silenced as his lips claimed hers. Strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist to draw her closer as their tongues met, and caressed. Slowly, he plundered her mouth, turning her blood into molten lava. Groaning, she ran her hands up his back, feeling the tautness of the muscles there as Kris moved to become more demanding.
Sternly, she told the good sense in the back of her mind to go to hell as she gave in to the total sensation of being held by this strange man in the doorway of her home.
Suddenly, her front lawn lit up like a red and blue Christmas tree and someone yelled, "Freeze!"