Unwrapped (The Unspoken Series) Page 3

  “You’re the one who cancelled? I was just able to get on this train because of a cancellation.”

  “Well isn’t that just a coincidence. Had I realized it sooner, I would have just given it to you. Merry Christmas, Rich,” he said.

  I bent over to grab a business card out of my briefcase and before I had the chance to hand it over to Nick, he’d disappeared once again.

  “Well isn’t that guy just the strangest? And, I don’t remember ever telling him my name,” I said, scratching my head.

  Just as I was about to board the train, I could’ve sworn I heard the sound of sleigh bells off in the distance.

  “It’s probably just last minute Salvation Army Bell Ringers I’m hearing,” I tried to convince myself, unable to shake the feeling that I’d just experienced a bit of Christmas magic.

  BROOKE

  After Dad left, saying he was in desperate need of some solid sleep, Cass and I were cleaning up the rest of the dinner dishes, when there was a light knock on the door. I wasn’t expecting any more guests and Rich was still hours away so I had no idea who would be visiting on Christmas afternoon.

  “Were you expecting any visitors?” I asked Cass as I dried my hands on the back of my jeans and walked to the front door.

  “No, not unless Santa came back to drop off my Michael Kors bag,” she yelled from the kitchen.

  “I don’t have the purse, but I did come bearing gifts,” Blake yelled back as I opened the door.

  I heard a squeal as Cassidy rushed from the kitchen and jumped into Blake’s outstretched arms.

  I felt a twinge of jealousy as I watched the two of them embrace.

  “I think you owe me a kiss mister. There’s mistletoe hanging above us,” Cass said, lifting her eyes up to the top of the doorway.

  “Well, I’m not one to mess with Christmas traditions,” Blake responded, bringing Cassidy’s lips up to meet his own. I could tell the two of them were really getting into it and although I didn’t want to interrupt, I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. Although this relationship wasn’t exactly new to the two of them, I wasn’t quite used to seeing them in this way.

  I let out a slight cough, just to remind them that I was still in the room.

  “Sorry, Brookie,” Cass said, her cheeks flushed.

  “Yeah, sorry about that Brooke. Rich called and asked me to come check on you. I bet he wouldn’t be too pleased if I just made his wife feel uncomfortable in her own house.”

  “No worries. I’m happy for you two. I really am. You both deserve nothing but happiness, just save your canoodling for your own houses,” I teased.

  “Got it, but do you mind if I snag a sprig of this for later?” Blake asked, pulling a stem of mistletoe from the bundle overhead.

  “I think Cass and I could find a good use for this—once we get back to my place,” Blake said with a wink.

  “Hells yeah,” Cass squealed. “You know, I bet you could fasten that to the top of my Santa hat and wear it while you work your magic down at the South Pole.”

  I could feel my face redden at the sudden memory of my candy cane dream from the night before and my best friend’s outward sexual prowess.

  “You all right over there, Brookie? You look a little flushed,” she giggled, grabbing the mistletoe from Blake. She then proceeded to yank her skirt up to her thigh revealing her red garter belt, placing the spray of mistletoe in the band.

  “For safe keeping,” she said, shrugging her shoulders and flattening down her skirt. She gave Blake a quick peck on the cheek before turning around and sashaying back into the kitchen.

  Blake just stared at her as if he had no clue as to what had just transpired before him.

  “She’s all yours, Blake. All. Yours,” I said with a laugh. “Why don’t you take your shoes off and stay awhile.”

  Kaitlyn was disappointed when she learned that Blake had left Maddy and Ben with his parents before heading over. She quickly forgave him once he handed her a pink, sparkly package.

  “You didn’t have to bring us gifts,” Cass said, taking a seat on his lap. “I left yours at my place because I didn’t expect to see you here.”

  “No worries, buns. You’re the only gift I need,” he said, pulling her in closer.

  “Did he just call you buns?” I asked. “Of course, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. This is the same man who calls my husband Hot.”

  “Yep, it’s short for honey buns,” she chuckled.

  “I never thought I’d see the day when Cassidy Janine Carpenter became sentimental.”

  I heard Blake laugh from behind her. “Don’t let her fool you. She’s my little bulldog pup, too.”

  “That’s more like it,” I said.

  RICH

  I arrived at the Toledo Amtrak station shortly before three in the afternoon. With any luck, I’d make it home before Brooke put the kids to bed. I prayed for a miracle as I walked up to the rental car counter. There wasn’t a line—which either meant they were completely out of cars, or they weren’t busy. I was hoping for the later.

  “Please tell me you have a car available to rent,” I said, walking up to the counter. “Anything. I’d seriously take a motorcycle at this point. Maybe even some snowshoes.”

  The woman behind the counter chuckled. “Oh, you think I’m kidding?” I responded. “I’m completely serious. I need some mode of transportation to get me to my home in Michigan before tonight. I would seriously drive a sleigh at this point.”

  Just as the previous clerks, I heard her tapping on a keyboard—a sound I was beginning to loathe.

  “It looks like the snowshoes and motorcycle won’t be necessary. I do have a car that I can rent you for the evening,” she said.

  “Thank god. At least something has gone right today,” I said.

  She took my credit card information and handed me the keys to the rental. I made it out to the parking lot and lifted my bags into the trunk before sliding into the driver’s seat. I considered calling Brooke to let her know I was on my way, but I decided to surprise her instead. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she doubted I would make it home tonight. Truth be told, I wasn’t quite so sure myself. That’s the main reason I called Blake and asked him to go check on her. Besides, he needed a little shove to spend the holiday with Cass as well.

  The snow was beginning to fall and I just hoped I could make it home before the roads became too slick.

  BROOKE

  Blake suggested that we take Brendan and Kaitlyn out sledding in the fields behind the house. I was worried about leaving the twins, but Cass assured me that as long as we took the video monitors and didn’t go too far out that everything would be fine.

  We bundled ourselves and the kids in the heaviest coats, hats, gloves, scarves and boots and traipsed through the snow before we reached the tiny sledding hill.

  “Whose grand idea was this again?” Cass asked. “It’s freeeeezing and I think my lips might ice over.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?” I retorted.

  “Maybe not for you, but I bet Blake would disagree,” she said with a wink.

  “You’re ridiculous. You’ve seriously become a nympho,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And, you can’t possibly be that cold yet. You have on more layers than a wedding cake and we literally just stepped outside.”

  “You love me.”

  “Yes, I do, but you’re still ridiculous,” I said, pushing over the sled she was sitting on.

  “Hey, that wasn’t necessary, you slut,” she yelled, rolling over and forming a perfectly rounded snowball. I ducked out of the way and instead of hitting me she pelted Blake smack on the forehead.

  “Ouch. My girl can leave a sting,” he said, rubbing his now reddened forehead.

  “Yeah that one might leave a mark,” I said, as another landed right between my boobs.

  “Oh shit, you’re going down Carpenter,” I said, bending over to form my own compacted snowball.

  Brendan and Kaitlyn got in on our a
ction and started throwing snowballs at each other and at us until we were all rolling around on the ground laughing hysterically.

  Just as I’d formed another and was about to peg Cass in her booty, I heard a voice come through the baby monitor.

  “Hey my girls, Daddy’s home. I missed you both so much,” he said, kissing them both on the forehead.

  I watched him talk to the girls for a few more precious moments before I finally heard him say, “Where’s your mommy and brother?”

  Hitting the talk button on the monitor so Rich would hear me on the other end, I said, “We’re outside having a snowball fight,” I giggled. “I didn’t think you’d be home tonight. We’re on our way back in.”

  “I made you a promise, Brooke. You’d think by now you’d know that I don’t break my promises to you.”

  I blushed again and secretly wished that I was all alone with my husband.

  “Hey, don’t you two have some mistletoe you’ve plans for,” I suggested.

  “Smooth, Brookie. Could you be any more subtle? If you want to hump your husband just tell us to get the fuck out,” she teased.

  “I mean if you wouldn’t mind,” I responded with a shrug.

  “Of course not. We’ll run in and grab our stuff and be on our way. Besides, you’re right, I’d really like to make use of this mistletoe,” she said, patting her thigh.

  I came into the living room, placing two glasses of eggnog on the table, as Rich sauntered back into the room after putting Brendan to bed. He flipped off the lights—the moon and the soft glow of the Christmas tree our only sources of illumination.

  “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t be here sooner,” he whispered, placing a lingering kiss on my neck. “You’re all I’ve thought about for two days.”

  “It doesn’t matter. You’re here now,” I nearly panted. “Make my Christmas wish come true.”

  “Always, sweets. Always,” he said, holding the mistletoe above our heads. “I think tradition says you need to kiss me now.”

  “Well I can’t be punished for not following Christmas tradition now can I?” I nearly purred as Rich brushed his lips against mine.

  I leaned into him and used my tongue to part the seam of his lips which were still cold from the winter air. A shiver ran down my spine.

  “I’m still so cold,” I mumbled into his mouth.

  “Then I suggest I help warm you up,” he said, breathily.

  Our tongues continued to dance together for several minutes, before I found myself begging him for more.

  “Rich, take me to bed,” I pleaded.

  He nodded in agreement. “That’s the plan, sweets, but first I have your present.”

  Rich placed his hands in his pocket and pulled out a perfectly wrapped square box.

  “When did you have time to get this? I thought you were in meetings all week,” I questioned.

  “I can’t divulge all my secrets. Let’s just say I’m a man of many talents,” he answered.

  “You can say that again,” I said with a grin. “I can’t wait for you to show me more of your talents in the bedroom.”

  “Mmmm . . . someone is being a naughty little elf tonight. Now, please, open your gift.”

  I did as Rich requested and unwrapped the silver-foil paper. I opened the lid to find four pendants similar to the ones Rich had given me one year ago. The first was a ruby gemstone which was the girls’ birthstone and the other three were platinum bars which were engraved with my children’s names on one side and their birthdates on the other.

  “I love this, Rich. I thought my necklace was perfect and complete last year. Little did I know we had two more Christmas miracles waiting to be added to our family,” I said, placing my lips on his.

  “I missed you,” I whispered. “The gift is perfect, but really I wanted nothing more than to be with my husband on Christmas.”

  “Then you, my love, shall have your husband on Christmas. I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow because I plan on making up for the last few days.”

  Rich picked me up and I latched my legs around his waist as he carried me back to the bedroom. Once we entered the room, I slid down Rich’s front, feeling his already erect cock against my stomach. He shut and locked the door before frantically ripping at my shirt. He pulled my shirt over my head and quickly wrapped his arms around me to unhook my bra. He teased my nipples with his tongue before pulling me into an embrace and walking me backwards until I felt the back of my knees touch the mattress. He came in for another kiss as his hands unfastened my jeans. He slid the waist down to my knees as I bent over and stepped out of them.

  Before he had a chance to tip me backwards onto the bed, I grabbed his broad shoulders, still covered in his polo shirt, and pulled him into my body for another kiss. This time I took control and passionately parted his lips. As our mouths were still entwined, Rich took his fist and pulled his shirt off at the nape of his neck in one fluid motion.

  I fell backwards onto the mattress, propping my weight on my elbows and watched as Rich unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans and boxer briefs. I could see the tip of his cock glisten in the moonlight. Rich crawled on top of me and lifted my hips to remove my panties.

  “I need to take you hard, sweets. I need to fuck you before I make sweet love to you all night long.”

  With his confession, Rich plunged into me and I screamed out at his sudden entrance. It only took a moment for my walls to mold around him. He filled me completely and I rocked back and forth and he pumped himself in and out of me.

  Rich kept at his fast pace and after just a few minutes I could tell by his breathing that he was getting close to his own release.

  I felt Rich bring a hand down between us, taking a finger to rub my clit, as he continued to plunge his hard cock into my wet, slippery core.

  Angling his body, he brought his mouth to suck on my breasts. The simultaneous pleasure was too much and he sent me over the edge as I began to writhe beneath him. My walls began to tighten and spasm around his thickness. I felt him slam into me once more, before he groaned and let go of his own release.

  “You’re so amazing. So fuckin’ amazing. Merry Christmas, sweets.”

  Rich was very serious when he said he planned on making love to me all night long. We went for several hours before falling asleep wrapped around each other. We woke up several hours later and immediately went for another round before drifting off again.

  I woke up shortly before sunrise to the sound of my cell phone.

  “Hello,” I answered, putting the phone on speaker.

  “Good morning, sunshine,” Cass sing-songed. “Do you want to go hit the After-Christmas sales with me?”

  “You know how much I hate shopping. Did you seriously just call and wake me up for that?”

  “Oh shit. Were you two still in bed?”

  As I was talking with Cass, Rich got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

  “Yes, we were still in bed. I hadn’t seen my husband in a week and we were making up for lost time.”

  “Fuck! My bad. Sorry, Brookie,” she apologized.

  “It’s OK, I’ll get you back. I really thought you’d still be in bed, too. You were really excited about using that mistletoe last night.”

  “Oh, trust me . . . we used the mistletoe for hours. And, then we moved on to my drawer of vibes. It was definitely a pleasurable night, but Blake had to leave to pick up the kids.”

  “Seriously? I do not need to know about my best friend and what he does to her with mistletoe and vibrators. Must you two tell each other everything?” Rich grumbled as he walked back in from the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  “Yes, we must,” Cass said through the line. “Lucky for you she does tell me everything . . . Hey Rich, why don’t you ask her about candy canes,” she giggled.

  “Cassidy,” I yelled as I heard the call end.

  I turned toward Rich and saw his signature Hollywood smile appear. “What was this about candy canes, Mrs. Davis?”
he asked, rolling me over in one quick motion.

  I squealed as he took my mouth into his. “Why don’t you go grab one off the tree and I’ll tell you all about it,” I suggested.

  Happy holidays from Rich, Brooke, Cass, Blake, Brendan, Alyssa, Mikayla, Kaitlyn, Maddy, Ben & family.

  M.C. Decker is the author of the Unspoken Series. The first book, Unwritten, was released in late 2014 and its sequel, Unscripted, followed in 2015. She lives in a suburb of Flint, Michigan with her husband, Brian, and spoiled-rotten Siamese cat, Simon. For the last decade, she has worked as a journalist for several community newspapers in Michigan’s Thumb region. She enjoys all things ’80s and ’90s pop culture: movies, boy bands, music and especially the color, hot pink. She also strictly lives by the motto, “Life is better in flip flops,” and is a diehard Detroit Tigers fan.

  Connect with M.C. Decker

  FACEBOOK

  FACEBOOK GROUP

  GOODREADS

  EMAIL

  TWITTER

  OTHER BOOKS:

  Unwritten

  Unscripted

  The Unwritten Duet Box Set