Trick Shot

by Kayla Grosse

To all the ho-ho-ho’s. May your jingle balls be merry and bright… and may this smut satisfy you all through the night.

“Can you change one of these TVs to the Weather Channel?” “Sure thing. Though you may find it depressing.” I snicker and take a drink of the top shelf whiskey. Well, as top shelf as this bar in LaGuardia Airport can provide on Christmas Eve. “Oh god, I hope it doesn’t tell me what I think I already know.” My skin prickles pleasantly at the musical sound of the woman’s voice. I drag my gaze from the TV toward the source. She’s plump, her cheeks red as if she’s run the entire length of the airport, and her mid-length strawberry-blonde hair is frizzy around her round face. She also looks like she’s about to cry. Or scream. Or both. I take a sip of my drink, glad that I’m more Scrooge than Santa during this time of year.

“Chads are usually stupid.”

“Shortcake?” she huffs. “I’m tall.” She’s right; she is tall, by the looks of her long, shapely legs. However, I’m 6’2”. But that’s not why I called her ‘shortcake.’ “Your skin,” I grin, “reminds me of my favorite dessert. Strawberry Shortcake.” Her mouth drops open, shocked at my bold flirting. I go to backtrack, to say sorry for being so forward, but then she stops me with that musical voice of hers. “Do I get to call you a nickname, then?” I raise an eyebrow at her. Oh, so she likes to play, too. “If you’d like.”

“How about,” she hums around the next olive, “Beefcake?” I let out a bark of laughter. “That’s original.” The flush that was starting to leave her skin comes back in full force. “I never said I was good at giving nicknames.” “So what are you good at?” I ask. She taps her white painted nails on the bar countertop. “Nothing, if you ask Chad.” “You’re right. Chad is stupid.”

My gaze tracks to her lips as she rambles.

“Oh my god, I’m rambling and embarrassing you. My sister Stevie makes fun of me for going on tangents when I get nervous. And well, you’re you, and I’m…well, me!” I flick my ice-blue eyes to hers and will myself to remain calm. At least she’s mistaken the color in my cheeks from embarrassment, instead of me staring at her boobs. “You don’t have to be nervous, Shortcake. I’m just a guy.” That makes her bark out a laugh. “You’re anything but that.”

So, as I look at Riley’s soft body and perfect tits, my dick recalls the way she flirted with that olive. This could be an opportunity to taste a different flavor for tonight. Maybe she’d be open to Jace and me, together.

I shouldn’t have asked about Chad. I have no business involving myself in her life. But right now, that’s all I care about. I want to know everything about this asshole so I can go pummel his face in.

Chad told me he was doing the same, but of course, he looked like he was ready to go to a five-star dinner on the Upper East Side while I look like a Christmas card. He did it on purpose. He likes to demean me as punishment for breaking up with him.”

“I refuse to quit because a man is having a temper tantrum over something he caused.”

The idea of her leaving has my stomach flipping over and me standing up with her. It stuns me briefly, because I’m usually not this way with a person I just met.

“Where’s your place?” I ask Riley. Her watery eyes are now replaced with that flirty glint from earlier. The one she had while sucking on that olive. “You want to come home with me, Beefcake?” she asks. My cock stirs again, and I smirk just enough so she can see the lone dimple on my right cheek. “I won’t say no, but I was going to offer you a ride home.” Her skin goes pink as she wrings her hands together. “Oh…No, no. That’s okay, I can make it home.” Excitement sparks in my veins at the disappointment in her tone. She’s embarrassed because she thinks I wasn’t thinking about fucking her. Which means that she was thinking about fucking me. This woman is a surprise. An unexpected gift in an overcrowded airport, and I want to unwrap her—in more ways than one. Without another word, she makes her way to the bar and I quickly follow.

“I have to admit,” she says, “this is not how I expected tonight to go.” I brush my thumb over her knuckle. “That a good or a bad thing?” Her gaze locks with mine, eyes sparkling. “I think it's a good thing.” “So you’ll come home with me?” She grins cheekily. “Do you bite?” I lean forward and put my lips to her ear. “Only if you ask me to, Shortcake.” Her breath hitches, and I notice the way her thighs squeeze together. She’s turned on, and nothing’s even happened yet. Oh yeah, this woman was sent to me by fate—or maybe by Santa. My phone pings, and I tug on her hand. “Come on. That’s probably Jace.”

I bite my lower lip, and his eyes track the movement. He’s been doing that a lot, which makes me believe he does want to kiss me. Well, he implied he would be open to more than kissing if I wanted. But there’s also the matter of this Jace guy. Is he a roommate? And why did I get the feeling Jace would really bite me if I asked him to? That was a joke. It had to have been. Right?

I don’t know the whole story of why she thinks he’s Lucas, or why he couldn’t just say he’s his twin, but his text begged me to keep my mouth shut. And I’m nothing if not a good boy, at least when I want to be.

When I catch Leo’s eyes in the rearview mirror, the look he’s giving me says he’s thinking the exact same thing.

His lustful stare tells me everything I need to know. That he wants Riley to not just be his tonight, but ours.

I meet Leo’s eyes again. He looks like a fox in a henhouse, and I can’t help but feel like this night is going to be one we never forget. I just hope Riley knows what she’s in for—and Leo, aka Lucas, knows what he’s doing.

“Are you a bartender?” He exhales a laugh. “Once upon a time, when I was young and trying to make ends meet. Now it’s just a fun thing I like to do to unwind. I use Leo as a taste tester.” My back stiffens at the sound of my name. “Who’s Leo?” Jace doesn’t look at me, but his jaw ticks. “He’s Lucas’s identical twin.” “Oh that’s right! I totally forgot you have a twin, Lucas. That must be so cool!”

“Have some fun, Riley,” I tell myself. “For once in your life, do something wild and free.”

“You don’t have to worry about any of that,” he says. “I don’t care about hair on your legs or what kind of underwear you have on. But I care about you, and I care about your comfort. So tell me, how can I make it better?”

“I’m a man of many talents, Shortcake. You want to find out more of them?” “Yes,” I hum, “I’d like that very much.” “Then strip. I want to shave your legs for you.”

“So bossy.” “You have no idea, baby.” Just wait till I put her over my knee.

No need for safe words…yet.

If I were him, I’d be at the door watching, but he can be more of a gentleman than me.

Fuck only one night with this woman; I want to keep her.

“They’re bad, aren’t they?” I push my hands under the elastic, her body shuddering at the contact of my fingers on the sensitive skin there. “They’re way too tight, but I kind of like them.” She exhales a breathy laugh. “You’re lying.” I pull them down inch by inch, my nails teasing her skin as I do. “If you’re wearing them, I like them.” Riley looks down, a soft expression on her face along with a hint of sadness. A woman like her shouldn’t have that look. And I bet it’s all Chad-hole’s fault.

It’s sweet that she’s so shy after I just undressed her. But by the end of tonight, I’ll have her walking around like a nudist.

“But you feel comfortable doing it with a man you just met?” There’s absolutely no judgement in his tone, just curiosity. Feeling brave, which I’ll blame the alcohol and hormones for, I say, “Men. With men I just met.” That beautiful one-dimpled smile practically fills the room. “I think we were meant to meet each other tonight, Riley.”

“You have such a dirty mouth.” His eyes darken. “The better to eat you with, my dear.”

“Oh, Lucas!” I cry out. He does it again, and my head falls forward on his chest. “That’s what happens when you play with fire, Riley.” I whimper, a sound I didn’t even know I could make. He only chuckles at my half-assed complaint, then pulls us under the lukewarm spray to hopefully finish what he’s started.

When the blunt edges of her white painted nails dig into my scalp, my dick throbs painfully and I almost come. “Oh my god, Lucas!” she screams. My cock deflates a bit at the sound of my brother’s name on her lips. I’m a fucking idiot, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. I’m too far down that rabbit hole. Trying to put it out of my mind, I focus on the task at hand.

We both take a sip of the dry liquid just as I hear Leo, or should I say Lucas, approach.

“Now you two go. I’ll be right behind you.” As Leo walks away with Riley on his arm, I think he says “all night” under his breath in what I know is a reference to me being behind him.

Laughter flitters from the dining room into the kitchen as I make our plates. With the snow falling outside, the Christmas lights illuminating the room, and the two of them waiting for me, a contented warmth settles in my stomach. I may have just met Riley, but she’s already fitting in with us. For the last couple of years, Leo and I have become more exclusive than he realizes. We work together, sleep together, and often even travel together. Sure, we have sexual partners coming in and out, but nothing serious. And it’s been fewer and fewer partners in the last year.

She pulls her hand away and beams at Leo, who’s ignoring his plate to moon at her. My friend is smitten. I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever seen him like this before, but I don’t think I have. For as long as I’ve known him, I’ve seen him lust after people, but this? It’s different. Most people would think that would make me jealous, but I’ve never been like that. I’ve always felt that you could love more than one person at once. When Riley lifts her fork, Leo unglues his eyes from her to meet my stare. My heart flutters when the corners of his mouth curve into a small smile: one I only see when we’re alone. It’s also another reason I don’t get jealous. What I have with him is unique and special to us. I give him my own “us only” smile back

That’s when I remember the controller I have in my pocket. Leo handed it to me with a wink before he returned to Riley in the shower. He didn’t inform me of what he planned to do to her in there, but when he gave me the little black object, it didn’t take me long to figure out who would be wearing the plug that it controls.

I was NOT expecting that one

If I looked into them right now I’m sure I’d see a half-assed plea for me to stop. But at the same time, she wants this. Wants to feel out of control. And I want to draw her pleasure out. As Leo knows, instant gratification isn’t really my thing.

Fuck. He’s so sexy when he gets all demanding.

“What do you say to Jace, Shortcake?” Leo asks, running his fingers through her hair until he’s gently pulling it. Riley moans. “Thank you, Sir.” Oh Jesus, she called me Sir. My eyes shoot to Leo, the shock obvious on my face. He’s grinning like a cat who caught the canary.

“Good girl,” I praise. Riley’s sharp intake of breath only arouses me further. Her words have ignited the dominant beast inside me that’s been dormant recently. She stares at my mouth, then back up to my hazel eyes, licking her pretty lips. Fuck. It takes everything in me not to kiss her, but I want to tease her a bit longer. “Now, let’s finish our meal before it turns to ice,” I say, releasing her jaw and Leo’s hand before turning back to my plate as if nothing happened.

I can’t remember the last time I made him crawl to me; it’s been at least a few months. The base of my spine tingles at the prospect of owning him along with Riley—it sounds like the perfect Christmas gift. Of course, I’ll let him top her too, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun with them first. And judging by Leo’s show just now, I think he wants me to take the lead. I know him better than I know myself, and vice versa. He’s ready to let go for a bit. Thank fuck.

I love when Daddy Jace comes out to play, and it’s been far too long since he has. Which I know is entirely my fault.

“Should we move this to the bedroom?” Jace stands. “I have a better idea.” He uses his pointer and middle finger to beckon us to follow him. It’s a bit comical how quickly Riley and I stand. I even stumble a bit in my haste.

“If anything makes you uncomfortable, or it’s too much, say the word and everything stops. Understand?” “I understand, Sir.” Jace places one of his thick fingers under her chin, giving her a sly grin that could drop panties within a mile radius. “You’re already a natural, baby. But please, call me Daddy.”

My pussy pulses at his words, and I have the intrusive thought to yell, “flash flood warning!” but thankfully, I don’t.

Jace grips my jaw with a gentle force, his lips hovering over mine. Fuck. Who is this man? When I first met him, I thought he was just a sweet guy, like a puppy dog. But no, he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Our girl. I’m not sure if Riley noticed, but he said that earlier too. I wonder if he realizes exactly what he’s saying.

Best. Christmas. Ever.